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I'm A Slave for You	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 26597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: You didn�t think we�d just have one RP pairing now, did
we? Get ready for more upcoming good stuff! Rawr!

Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter and its characters,
but we do own this story!

I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Draco Malfoy
sat on his knees on the couch looking back outside the window where it was
raining. He had school work he had to do, but he was tired of all that. All he
wanted was to go out and play on this beautiful Sunday afternoon but of all
days, it had to rain on this day. Draco sighed and sulked at his unfortunate
plight.

�� Soon, Remus
Lupin came into the room with a tray of snacks and
tea. Clad in his almost worn one-piece T-shirt dress of sorts, Remus was one of the many sex slaves who was part of the
auction party a few years back sold and bought over by Lucius
Malfoy. He had diligently did his duty as a sex
slave, carrying out every sexual whim and fancy of his master�and mistress if
she felt like joining in�and became a personal bodyguard, nanny and servant for
Draco. He had been serving his purpose in the Malfoy
manor for almost 3 years now and personally he rather enjoyed the relief of
doing menial duties than to serve the master�s insatiable sexual appetite
almost every night.

�� Here�s your tea, Young Master,� Remus said as he placed the tray of snacks and tea on the
table in front of the couch.

�� Remus,
will you sit with me?� Draco asked, turning around to face his personal slave.

�� Remus was
surprised at that question but knew better than to question it. �Um, yeah,
sure, Young Master,� he replied as he sat with him.

�� Why does it have to rain on a day I
don�t have work?� the young boy sighed.

�� It's fate of the weather, Young
Master. You can�t change it even if you want it to.�

�� I want to get out of this
house," he announced as he looked back again, the rain still coming down
in torrents.

�� Why?� Remus
was surprised again. His Young Master never behaved that way. During his years
of serving him, he had always known him to be a spoilt but cold brat who
wouldn�t take �No� for an answer and always had that icy stare that looked down
at you as if you were just a cockroach to him. Today he looked almost�sincere
and child-like.

�� It is stuffy. I want fresh air. The
only time I get out is when I have riding lessons. Then the air smells like
horse and�you know.�

�� But you�ll catch your death out
there, Young Master,� Remus chuckled. �You know your
mother doesn�t like you having the sniffles.�

�� But you will be with me,� Draco
replied as he grabbed Remus� hand, pulling at him.
�Come on.�

�� Remus
smiled and shook his head in defeat, sighing as he allowed himself to be led.
�What am I to do with you, Young Master?�

�� Obey me, of course.�

�� So saying, Draco went out to the
backyard where the stables were and into the rain, twirling around as the rain
that had slowed down to a drizzle soaked him from head to toe. Remus stood under the shelter, watching his antics.

�� Remus,
come here,� he giggled as he gestured his personal slave to come to him. Remus chuckled and did so, feeling the pitter-patter of the
rain on him. Draco leaned forward and asked, �Doesn�t it feel good?�

�� A little wet, but definitely
cooling,� Remus admitted.

�� Glad that he managed to get his
personal slave as wet as he was, Draco ran over and jumped in a puddle, sending
the muddy water splashing all over his new grey pants and all over Remus� T-shirt dress. Remus was
horrified to see his Young Master�s pants caked with mud and immediately tries
to salvage what�s left decent of it.

�� Young Master, your pants! It�s all
dirty!�

�� They can be washed. Don't be like my
mother.�

�� But Mistress will have my head for
this. I�m supposed to look out for you.�

�� You are. What do you think you�re
doing right now?� Draco sighed a little at Remus�
restlessness before tipping his head back to taste the rain. Remus blushed a little at the sight of Draco sticking his
tongue out a little like that to taste the rain. It felt almost odd, and a
little�enticing to see this absolutely different side of Draco Malfoy he had never seen before in his life. He half-wished
that the old cold, icy stoic Young Master was back because he was feeling out
of sorts seeing this new one, what with his stomach doing a major flip-flop
worse than having imaginary butterflies flapping and tickling his insides and
his lower half slowly reacting.

�� Draco looked at him. �Are you just
going to stand there?�

�� Um, well, I�� Remus
fidgeted about slightly, not sure what to do.

�� Don�t look like a stick,� Draco
giggled and ran up to him, taking his hands and pulling him closer to him. Remus was caught unaware at Draco�s sudden advances and
fell forward, thei faces barely touching each other.
He could�ve sworn his face has just gotten a few degrees hotter at the sight of
Draco�s pale smooth skin and shining silver-grey eyes.

�� Y�Young Master��

�� Did you know you are handsome?�
Draco asked huskily, licking his wet lips. Remus
definitely knew where this was heading.

�� Young Master, we can�t��

�� Why not?�

�� Well, I�m a slave, and you�re my
Master�It�s wrong��

�� But you are a sex slave. There�s
nothing wrong about what we�re going to do.�

�� Remus�
breath almost hitched as he remembered who he truly was. He sighed in defeat. So this is what Young Master thought of me
all along. I knew it�s too good to be true�

�� Yes, that�s what I�m trained to do
after all.�

�� Draco smiled and pulled him into the
stable where it was dry and they were alone. Slowly he leaned up and pressed
his lips to Remus, in which the older man kissed back
as tenderly as possible, threading his fingers through his silky silver blonde
hair. He didn�t think Draco�s tiny lips would feel so rosy and soft and taste
so good. He had wanted those pair of lips since the first day he served his
Young Master, and in a way, he was getting what he wished for. He could tell
that his Young Master was inexperienced in this as he heard him moan slightly
in the kiss but didn�t know how to put his lips. His tongue was not even moving
the right way. Remus slowly guided his lips to right
path and did a slow dance with Draco�s tongue, letting him get used to the
feeling and making him go steadily in synch with his. As they continued their
French kissing, Remus quietly reached over to remove
Draco�s clothes one by one. The boy was too dazed to realize at first but when
he felt Remus� hand starting to remove his pants, he
quickly pulled back, scared out of his wits.

�� W�Wait! I�I�m not sure about this��

�� I thought this was what you wanted,
what you wanted me to do,� Remus asked, slightly
confused at Draco�s sudden unwillingness.

�� Well�I�I just��

�� You don�t have to do this if you really
don�t want to, Young Master.�

�� I just�I just thought about
kissing�I did,� Draco stammered as he put his hands over his body, feeling cold
not only because of the rain, but also of fear. �I never meant to�I�m not��

�� Remus
looked at him for a while. He never wanted to have sex with him? He just wanted
to kiss him? Whatever he planned to do, it was nothing to do with having he,
the sex slave, ravish the young boy�s perfectly formed body? Judging by the
scared look in his eyes and his trembling body, Remus
realized that he was the one getting ahead of himself after all.

�� He�s
just a child, Remus thought guiltily as he
wrapped his arms around Draco, trying to warm him up. He�s still a virgin. What have I almost done?

�� But�I�I can�t help being curious�� Draco
whispered softly in an embarrassed voice. �I want to
know what is it that makes you who you are, yet�at the same time I�m afraid to
find it out by myself��

�� You
have no idea what I truly desire to do to you, Remus
whispered inwardly in the privacy of his own mind. But I won�t corrupt you. I won�t taint this beautiful soul of yours,
but if you wish to know�

�� If
you truly wish to find out what makes me who I am,� Remus
voiced out as he looked gently into Draco�s silver orbs, �Let me teach you then
something they first taught me in this business.�

�� What is it?�

�� As reply, Remus
carried Draco to a nearby table where they keep the
tools for horse shoes, brushed them all away and put Draco on top, saying, �This.
The basics of all basics,� as he removed Draco�s pants to
reveal his young manhood. Draco gasped as he felt the cold air whipped
against his bare lower half.

�� Are you going to do what I think you
are?�

�� Remus
smiled and nodded, �Relax, Young Master, I�ll make you feel good.�

�� So saying, he took Draco�s length in
his hand and made a soft stroking motion, making the boy gasped again in a
different sort of tone and gripped his wet sleeve. The older man then lowered
himself until he was kneeling right in front of Draco�s cock and started
kissing and licking the tip of the sensitive shaft that was already beginning
to leak of pre-cum.

�� Gods, Remus,�
Draco whined as he gripped the older man�s head,
seemingly hyperventilating over the overload of senses. Remus
took that as a cue to put the head of the cock into his mouth first and applied
suction to it, sucking and licking at the same time, while his hand continues
to stroke the rest of it.

�� Draco, on the other hand, never felt
anything like this. Something near his stomach was tightening and he felt like
he was going to pee, but at the same time he knew it was not peeing he was
about to do. The feeling of Remus� wet lips and
tongue and the movements of his hands as they did their double assault was too
much. If Remus didn�t stop, he was going to explode.

�� Stop, stop, please�!�

�� Something wrong, Young Master?� Remus asked in a muffled voice, the cock still in his mouth
as he stopped whatever he was doing, the vibration from his voice making Draco tremble.

�� It�s too much�I think�I think I�m
going to come or something��

�� It�s OK, Young Master. Don�t hold
back. It�ll make you feel good.�

�� Remus soon
removed his hand and took Draco�s cock entirely into
his mouth, deep-throating him. Draco
hissed as he felt his mouth totally engulfed in this wet heat and couldn�t help
thrusting his hips into it. As Remus continued to
sucking and deep-throating, he reached a hand out to
tease his balls. With his skillful fingers and mouth, Draco
was soon driven to the edge and screamed Remus� name
as he came into the older man�s mouth. Holding onto the boy�s hips to keep him
in place and prevent him from literally falling off the table, he swallowed
every last drop like it was nectar from the gods. Never in his lifetime had he
ever imagined that he could finally taste his Young Master�s juice; he wouldn�t
want to waste it. Never mind his hard-on right now; he just wanted to suck his
beloved Young Master dry.

�� God, that was nice,� Draco panted and laid back on the table, his brain felt as
if it has just melted into a big puddle of goo and
sloshing around in his brain. Remus wiped his mouth
and laid his forehead on Draco.

�� Did it feel good, Young Master?�

�� Yes,� Draco
replied, sitting up but still shaking a little. �Did it feel good for you?�

�� Yes. You taste exquisite, Young
Master,� Remus replied, trying hard to ignore his own
hard-on almost sticking out of his T-shirt dress. �Just like you.�

�� Apparently being dressed with only
one clothing with nothing else underneath (courtesy of one of Lucius� fetishes) was making Remus�
�excitement� a bit too obvious for his Young Master as Draco
eyed the bulge with interest, biting his lip and asked, �Are you�do you want to
me to do it to you too�?�

�� You don�t have to if you don�t want
to,� Remus chuckled nervously as he tried in vain to
act normal about it.

�� But�But I want to make you feel good
too��

�� It�s alright, Young Master, I can
manage. You, on the other hand, look exhausted.�

�� As if by cue, Draco
felt as if his whole body was turning into jelly. It was his first time and he
had to admit, he had come quite a load. His weak body fell forward into Remus� arms, in which Remus held
them out to hold him close to his chest. Trying to think of something
irrelevant and disgusting in particular, Remus kept
his �excitement� at bay as he carried his Young Master to his room. After drying
him and changing him off his wet and dirty clothes, he carried Draco and laid him on bed, pulling the quilt over him and
let him drift in slumber into whatever Dreamland he may enter.

�� After making sure that he would be
alright alone, Remus got off the bed and bent down to
pick up the laundry he had to pass to the laundry servant downstairs to be
washed. He knew he had to face that dirty look of the laundry servant, just as
he had endured all other dirty looks from other servants, maids and butlers due
to the fact that slaves have always been hierarchically lower than the hired
help, but it was alright. He was used to it anyway. As long as he had a place
to stay and food to eat�and his Young Master to serve�he was willing to endure
everything thrown at him, come what may.

�� He stole a whiff of Draco�s laundry before he quickly made his way downstairs
to see the laundry servant.

A/N: Ooh, looks like our ol�
werewolf has some secret yearnings for our blondie
boy (no shit, Sherlock!). Well then, what do you think so far? Reviews plz!
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