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Promising Submission	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 67264 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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-AN: more Nathanial reassurance. some smut I'll try to give you warning but it's kind of the whole end of the chapter so...
Chapter 19
Harry scheduled opening day of Velnias School of Dance, his new dance studio, for the week after Nathanial’s marking. He had everything set up and ready but he wanted his kitten to feel secure before creating such a dramatic change in their dynamic.
Feeling the buzzing in the back of his skull which meant he was getting close to breaking the contract gain, Harry put down the blue prints he designed after he realized there wasn’t a building available that suited his needs, and set off to find his kitten. He'd been unbelievably busy setting up the safe houses, helping Dean and Seamus move in with Richard so he could help Dean, and taking care of his projects. The fall out from his Malfoy assassination had been ridiculously light. While the ministry had understandably been in chaos the public opinion was relief.
The other countries had sent their thanks by way of appointing a ICW approved 'Mr. Fixit' to oversee the investigation. He was also looking into all the corrupt laws Malfoy put into practice. Harry figured the situation would be fixed shortly and the people in his homes could go home.
Before last week, when the painful buzzing had only retreated after he explained what he’d been doing and how Nathanial fit into his plans, Harry had no idea magical contracts reacted in such a way.
Severus explained it. “A formal contract like yours, alerts each party when they are close to breaking it. Does your contract have a stipulation for Nathanial’s need to feel useful and accepted?” Harry had nodded. “Then the pain you felt may have been your alert that your pet’s needs were not being met.”
That had been an interesting chat. Not only did Harry receive ideas on how to insure Nathanial was happy, but he also witnessed the growing attraction and budding relationship between Severus and Asher.
They were a pairing Harry had never foreseen. Asher’s years, of what he felt were a deformed existence, gave the vampire an unparalleled appreciation for Severus’ more interesting than handsome, looks.
Severus interested Asher on an intellectual level as well as a physical one. And no one wondered why Severus was attracted to Asher. When a god graced you with his attention, you didn’t bother counting your blessings, you just went with it.
It did seem deeper than simply physical to Harry, however. Both men had loved a woman who was then taken from them and her loss deformed them in a way so deep, only another who had experienced it could understand. Harry hoped they could help each other.
Harry knew the three of them, Asher, Nathanial, and himself would always care about each other, but Asher had too much love for only two people and Harry simply couldn’t love anyone who wasn’t his entirely. He was too possessive, too jealous. Nathanial confided to Harry that, though he cared about Asher, he still wasn’t comfortable being intimate with him without Harry. That confession had left Harry floating on clouds for days.
Rather than try to be together and end up in pain, they agreed that, although they may be intimate with Asher occasionally, the vampire wouldn’t ever become a part of their contract.
Frankly this solution relieved Harry. He hadn’t wanted to share his kitten on a permanent basis.
This past few days Nathanial had been more amazing then Harry had thought possible. Though Harry wanted to keep his kitten out of any trouble that could happen at the safe houses, the leopard had made himself invaluable to him by taking care of Seamus and Dean. He'd spent many hours assisting Severus with their healing and calmed Dean's fears by explaining the pack and how Dean's relationship with Richard would protect him until he figured it all out. Nathanial had also introduced the new werewolf to Jason and Stephen and the bunch of them had become very friendly.
Though his kitten had been busy, Harry recognized that it didn't replace thier time togeather. Nathanial had found something to do with his time, but it did not aleviate his fears that Harry no longer wanted him. Harry recognised that and the bond made sure he knew he had errored by choosing his projects over his pet. He would not make that mistake again. Although it had occured to him more then once that they should have been past this, perhaps something had happened to stimulate the onset of doubt.
Harry found Nathanial in the kitchen, fighting with Winky. It always amused Harry to watch his kitten stand up for himself, even if it was against the little elf. She hadn’t forgiven Nathanial for threatening to give her clothes in front of guests, even if she had been completely out of line. Although, Nathanial probably wouldn’t have threatened it if he’d known that giving her clothes out here, so far from another wizard for her to bond too, would kill her.
Interestingly enough, Harry found that he would rather backup Nathanial’s threat with action then not follow through, even if it cost him Winky, provided of course that Nathanial still wanted it when Harry explained the situation.
“You is not allowed in here. Winky be knowing that Master Harry is being bored with you, but you is not going to being taking Winky’s job. You is probably to being messing that up too.”
Harry nearly growled. He hadn’t realized it was so bad. How did he miss this? He'd not known this was happening. Was this the instigator for Nathanial's returning fears?
“Winky!” He roared. All three submissive creatures cowed at the sound. Looking at Nathanial’s upset body language; Harry decided his kitten needed reassurance before he dealt with the elf.
“Kitten, look at me.” The fear in Nathanial’s beautiful lavender eyes made Harry sigh, he thought they were past this. Fuck’n elf.
“You are mine, mine to take care of and care for.” Nathanial nodded but Harry wasn’t finished. “This house is also mine and these elves are mine.” Nathanial dropped his head and Harry caught Winky’s smug expression from the corner of his eye.
“But they are not mine the same way you are. I can get a new house, I can get new elves.” He was pleased by both the cries of distress from his misbehaving elves and the hope that lit up captivating lavender eyes.
“There is only one of you Nathanial, kitten. You are mine in way they could never be. You are mine because everything else is meaningless without you. You are mine because if you weren’t, I’d be just a husk of a man. You are mine... because I am yours.”
Harry wiped the tears from his kitten’s face and pulled him into a hug. He wasn’t good at these feelings things but if his kitten needed him to play the guitar, sing poetry, or sprout flowers from his ass, he would. Anything for his kitten.
Nathanial sniffled a little and smiled peacefully at him. Harry was glad that not only had his kitten’s fears been expunged, but the buzzing in his head was gone.
“Go wait in our bedroom kitten; I’ll be there in a few minutes.” The smile on his kitten’s face lit up the whole room. Harry suspected that if Nathanial had been anyone else (perish the thought) he would have shot Winky a malicious grin. Instead, because his kitten was amazing, his lavender eyes didn’t leave Harry until he was well down the hall.
When Harry turned his attention back on the elves, his expression was stormy. He waited out their begs and pleas for forgiveness without changing his body language. He watched them punish themselves, taking in that Dobby’s punishments were more severe, stonily. Eventually they fell silent and Harry spoke.
“Explain to me Winky, why you think Nathanial is below you.”
“Winky isn’t thinking she is being better then…”
“Do not lie to me elf.” Harry interrupted, “You have one more chance. There aren’t any wizards around here Winky.” He reminded her. He wanted the consequences of getting clothes out here to be fresh in her mind.
Big fat elf tears drenched her dress and Harry wondered if he should collect them. Tears of a justly punished house elf, who forgot her place. Probably worthless.
“Master Harry Potter’s Kitty Cat is not doing his job. He is supposed to being taking care of Mater Harry’s sexual needs, just like Winky is taking care of the dirty clothes and the fooding and Dobby is taking care of the cleaning and gardening. We is being doing our jobs, not when Master Harry is telling us, but all the time. He is to being taking care of Master Harry, not only when Master Harry asks, but when he needs.”
Harry grunted to silence her and wondered when the house elves put Nathanial at their level.
“You think he’s like a house elf?”
Winky nodded exuberantly but Dobby, who was standing just outside her peripheral vision, shook his head no.
Harry threw back his head and laughed, “He’s not a house elf. He has the place of lady of the manor. He is your master, probably more than I am because I really couldn’t give a damn.” Dobby’s eyes got huge and Harry made a note to revisit this with him when he was done with Winky.
Harry had read up on house elves after they told him they’d bonded to him. Most of it was trash, but A Life of Service: A Diary by Eustace the house elf, had been extremely enlightening.
Eustace wrote about how a female house elf, when bonded to a single male wizard, would instinctively take up the position of lady of the house. The elf was generally clothed after the young lord married or found a partner. On one memorable occasion the female houself had glamored herself as human to better take care of all the young lord’s needs.
On another, the young lord had married a muggle woman and the house elf, sensing that the woman had no magic, thought the muggle lower than the house elf and tried to kill her. Harry had been watching for the last example of house elf crazyness and not any other manifestations. He would need to keep a better eye.
“You are not lady here. I do not want to clothe you but if you forget your place again, I will not hesitate. I will not have Nathanial upset again. As for your despicable behavior, you will not say anything negative to him ever again, whether I am there or not.”
Harry frowned at her crying form, “I don’t understand what is going on with you.”
He glanced over to an anxious Dobby, “Dobby why didn’t you tell me about this?”
Dobby blinked a few times and then bowed his head, “Winky says not to Master Harry.”
Ah, right. Houselves were matriartical, Harry knew that. It only applied to things not so ordered by their masters though.
“Dobby, Winky has been reprimanded more than once, buy both of her masters. What does that tell you?”
“Um, that Winky is bad?”
“Exactly, and do we listen to bad houselves?” Harry asked and smirked at Winky’s reaction to the official title. Eustace said calling a houself bad or useless would remove their social standing in their house, especially if there was more than one houself.
“No Master Harry. Dobby is taking care of it.” Dobby nodded decisively and Harry left to find his kitten.
He knew that now that Winky had been labeled ‘bad’ by the lord of the house, Dobby would watch her.
Nathanial was still clothed when Harry got to their bedroom. The leopard glanced up at him from his seated position on the edge of the bed and Harry knew they had more to discuss.
He considered the possible reasons Nathanial would have the need of an expression of determination, frustration, and fear; it was an unusual combination. Harry decided that he’d not adequately fixed all the problems Nathanial blurted out last week. Though he'd been talking to his kitten about Seamus and Dean, Harry hadn’t told Nathanial anymore about himself nor had he told anymore details on the projects he was working on or the safe houses, the later because he didn't want Nathanial mixed up in it.
Harry strode forward and pulled his kitten to his feet. Nathanial opened his mouth to speak but Harry kissed him silent.
“You do not have permission to speak, pet.” Harry reminded him. It had been long enough that Harry could give his pet one warning.
Slowly and deliberately, Harry pulled off Nathanial’s shirt and kissed and sucked on the skin exposed. The leopard's expression of resigned acquiescence disappeared, replaced with pleasure.
“When I was seven, I first realized I liked boys better than girls.” Harry decided he would tell Nathanial things no one else knew. Harry trusted his kitten and the only reason he hadn’t done so previously was because it never occurred to him that Nathanial might want to know. Harry gently lowered his kitten to the bed.
“My Aunt kicked me out of the house and so I went to play at the park. There was a little girl, swinging, and I tried to join her. She screamed at me, said that boys were ‘icky’.” Nathanial gasped a laugh and Harry pulled off his kitten’s favorite purple sorts. Harry was happy to see his pet was still foregoing underwear.
“I played with a boy in the sand box instead. He smiled at me and offered his truck. He was my first crush.” Harry licked from Nathanial’s hip bone to his left nipple and watched him arch into it.
“We played together for a month before Aunt Petunia ruined it. She told the boy’s mother that I was a thief, a liar, and a bad influence. I never even knew his name.”
Nathanial smiled up at him with beautiful eyes, wet with unshed tears and Harry was glad to have found something to make his pet happy.
But as sweat as that memory was, it had no weight, no worth. In order to gain Nathanial’s trust, he would have to show that the leopard had Harry’s trust.
Harry decided that an explanation for his whole childhood was in order, although this wasn’t something he could talk about while pleasuring his kitten. He didn’t want his memories to contaminate his feelings for Nathanial.
Situating himself at his kitten’s side, Harry undid Nathanial’s braid so he could play with the soft hair while he talked. Lavender eyes watched him full of curiosity and empty of frustration and fear.
“My Aunt hated magic, she was angry that her perfect sister had it and she didn’t. When my parents were murdered and I was dropped on her doorstep, she hadn’t even told her husband that she had a sister, let alone her magical past.”
Harry pulled Nathanial’s hair until it was spread out along the leopard’s back and side. His kitten just listened and watched, the perfect audience.
“She told Vernon that her sister was evil, a freak; that I would be the same.”
Nathanial’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and Harry smiled softly at him, pushing his finger tips on them until they relaxed.
“They locked me in a cupboard and called me freak or boy. I didn’t know my name was ‘Harry’ until I went to school. I probably wouldn’t have done that if my neighbor, Mrs. Figg, hadn’t commented about how odd it was that I was out gardening instead of at kindergarten like the other kids.”
Nathanial leaned up to kiss him when Harry was silent for a moment. He’d been debating telling about how they hit and starved him, but ultimately decided that although Nathanial wouldn’t play the ‘who’s childhood was worse’ game, Harry’s bad memories had made him restless. Instead he changed memories.
He rolled on top of his kitten and kissed him until Nathanial was breathless and gyrating gently under him. Any residual sadness caused my Harry’s dark memories was wiped away.
“The first time I had sex was with Fred and George Weasley.” Nathanial’s eyes shot open and Harry grinned at him.
“Yep, you’d never guess that they’re both subs.”
Nathanial giggled and Harry kissed his neck, causing the giggle to end on a moan.
“I didn’t get it right the first time, so we had to try over and over.”
Harry lifted up with a mischievous smile.
“I wonder if Damian likes red-heads.”
Nathanial smiled, “No, but Richard does.”
Harry blinked at him and then threw back his head and laughed.”
“Oh that couldn’t be more perfect.”
They snuggled and kissed for a while, while Harry got Nathanial back in the right frame of mind.
Once Nathanial whispered, “thank you for telling me,” Harry knew it was time.
He conjured a red ribbon, silky, strong, and thick. Lifting up Nathanial’s arms over his head, Harry used the middle of the ribbon to bind his kitten’s wrists the fabric tightened around his skin, Nathanial's eyes widened. He watched Harry's movements unwaveringly.
He criss-crossed the material, wrapping the arms straight back behind Nathanial’s head. Just past the elbows, Harry used the remainder of each end of the ribbon to wrap each arm separately. He tied a little bow at each shoulder.
This technique focused all his attention on every part of his kitten. It was a favorite of Harry’s and he’d been saving it. The ribbons were tight enough to prevent movement, but loose enough to allow circulation. Harry could tell from his kitten's short, shallow, panting breaths that he loved it.
Harry conjured another ribbon, green, and gently bound his pet’s legs together up to, but not over the knees, starting with his feet. Harry licked and nibbled every delectable inch of skin just before he covered it with silk. The spit acted like adhesive, gluing the ribbon to Nathanial’s perfect flesh. Harry skipped the knee caps and bound each leg separately. He wanted to allow the legs to bend. He tied the bow an inch below his kitten’s hip joint.
Nathanial was hard and leaking; his eyes locked on Harry. He licked his lips and hummed, a prearranged signal that Harry’s pet wanted to speak.
“You can talk kitten.” Harry whispered, not wanting to break the atmosphere.
“Master, are you going to…”
Harry stopped him with a warning look.
“Pet, you weren’t just about to lose cumming privileges by being impatient were you?”
Nathanial’s face went slack with self recrimination. “Yes master.”
Harry smiled gently. “There was only one way you could have answered, and not lost a privilege. That was to trust that I would not punish you unjustly and telling me the truth. Good job kitten. Now relax, your master will take care of you.”
Another conjured, although thinner, blue ribbon was wrapped over Nathanial’s neck, chin, and lips, bypassing the nose, and covering the eyes and forehead. Harry turned his kitten over so he could braid the ribbon into Nathanial’s hair. Beautiful. Harry instructed him, as he always did when his kitten's mouth was gagged, that he would know if he wanted to use his safe words. Not that Nathanial ever did.
When he turned his kitten back over, he could barely make out soft little whimpers of pleasure among Nathanial’s heavy breathing.
Harry had known his kitten, with his pension for bondage, would love this. He could have applied it with magic, snapped his fingers and left Nathanial mummified, but it would have meant nothing. This technique needed a personal, and lengthy, touch. It was emotional for both parties and Harry could almost feel the bond between them growing.
The last and longest yellow ribbon started covering the skin on Nathanial’s neck, just under where the blue one began.
Harry levitated Nathanial two inches off the bed and was pleased when his pet didn’t’ start.
“Oh, pet. You’re getting a reward for that.”
Nathanial moaned long and low.
Slowly, Harry criss-crossed the ribbon over his kitten’s chest, leaving a small hole for his saliva slicked nipples to cool in the open air.
Harry wrapped his kitten’s whole stomach, leaving no skin uncovered and paused at Nathanial’s leaking, quivering erection. God he was beautiful. Harry couldn’t help but lean down and suck it deep down his throat.
A muffled scream erupted from the general vicinity of Nathanial’s mouth and Harry smiled. A soft warm feeling fluttered deep in his stomach. This was the reason he so loved this technique. The time involved enhanced and exposed his deep abiding affection for his pet. He never wanted Nathanial to doubt it.
He crossed the ribbon at and around his kitten’s erection, using the pre-cum and saliva to glue the ribbon as he wound it around on every other pass.
He chose to overlap the ribbons on the lower back and upper thighs rather then cover his pet’s ass. He wanted to cum inside his mummified pet.
~~~~~~Warning Slash~~~~~
Just before Harry finished wrapping Nathanial’s prick, the mummified leopard let out a string of incomprehensible mumbles and then came on a shout.
Harry chuckled and washed the ribbons with his tongue.
“Don’t worry kitten. I wanted you to cum, that was your reward for trusting me when I levitated you. I was going to make you wait until after I came inside you.”
Nathanial moaned again and Harry noticed that his kitten’s dick was still hard. Even though he’d just come.
“Hmm, my kitten likes being completely wrapped up for his master?”
Nathanial sobbed a moan and Harry rolled him onto his stomach and lowered him back onto the bed. He knew being pressed against a surface would create a pressure that would keep his completely bound status fresh in Nathanial’s mind in a way Harry couldn’t replicate.
He pulled his pet’s legs wide and groaned at the site of his kitten’s sweaty hole winking at him. He had to taste it. A few long swipes cleaned his pet of sweat and the salt enhanced how Nathanial’s unique flavor exploded along his taste buds.
Rimming Nathanial was one of Harry’s favorite things to do. He circled the pucker an few times before pushing past the tight ring of muscle. He frowned at how tight his kitten was and tried to remember if it had been that long since he’d been inside Nathanial. No wonder Nathanial felt unwanted, they’d only had sex twice in the past two weeks.
Harry attached his lips to his pet’s hole, and sucked, enjoying how Nathanial howled. He would make it up to him. He thrust his tongue in and out a few times until his kitten was stretched. Leaning back, Harry watched his kitten’s body suck two lubed fingers inside, hungrily. Harry let him get used to it even though he knew Nathanial would love the burn.
After a few shallow thrusts, Harry began stretching his fingers open wide. He only hit his kitten’s prostate occasionally and watched the bound body jerk from satisfied anticipation.
Finally and after much muffled pleading from his pet, Harry sheathed his cock with Nathanial’s body.
He pulled out until just the tip was left in and then thrust balls deep. He alternated between slow and fast, but always kept the same depth. He knew this would drive his kitten mad.
He felt and heard Nathanial cum again and had to grit his teeth to ride it out. His kitten was so tight, so perfect, the noises he made…
The low groan of incredulous want that spilled from Nathanial’s bound mouth when he realized Harry hadn’t cum yet, gave Harry chills.
He had to pause twice more to hold off his own climax before Harry finally decided Nathanial wouldn’t come unaided a third time.
He rubbed the sweat soaked ribbon wrapped around his kitten’s chest tantalizingly and then flicked and pinched his uncovered nipple, wringing what could only be curses from the leopard. He knew that Nathanial’s nerve endings would be hypersensitive, straining to get sensation through the wet silk. The shock of sensation to uncovered and craving nipples would go straight to Nathanial’s bound prick.
His kitten’s cries gained volume as his questing fingers shimmied down to his covered cock and so Harry picked up speed. He made sure to his pet’s prostate head on every thrust.
Just as Nathanial tensed around him, Harry relaxed and let his orgasm rush through him, milked by his kitten’s nearly dry climax.
~~~~~~~End of Slash~~~~
Taking sweat soaked ribbons off an overheated body took longer than putting them on. Especially since Harry couldn’t help but lick the salty sweat off. It would have been much easier to magic them off, but Nathanial and Harry both needed the time together. Besides if Harry wanted easy he wouldn’t have chosen and 24/7 dom/sub relationship.
As he unwound his kitten, Harry gently dried him, caressing the uncovered skin. Nathanial's sighs and whimpers warmed up Harry's heart.
By the time Nathanial was unbound, tears caused by over-stimulation coursed down his exhausted frame. Harry held him close and tried to imprint the memory.

An: I'm not sure about the name of the school, its supposed to be an unknown name for the devil, *shrugs*Did I forget to edit chaper15 if so that would make the last chapter rather confusing..ah well.
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