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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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Nathanial awoke slowly wrapped in Harry's arms, enjoying his master's heat and attention. He shifted slightly and nearly purred when Harry's arms tightened around him. He'd missed this. His fears of rejection and uselessness were nearly gone but he still felt their echo. He knew Harry had been busy, it was the reason he hadn't complained, but he missed his master and he missed being the center of Harry's world. He'd not even recognized that until it was gone. Before, Harry had always been there, training him, pleasuring him, hurting him, using him, paying him the utmost attention. These last few weeks Harry had been to busy.
Nathanial looked back on his efforts to gain his attention with shame and embarrassment. When he realized that seduction wouldn't work, he'd acted out. He'd rushed into Harry's office in leopard form and destroyed everything he could. Harry's magic forced him back but even in his human mind Nathanial had felt vindicated. Harry's disappointment had been sharp as a knife. Harry had tied him up against a wall, aroused him, and left him hanging and wanting for hours. He'd had Asher come and remove him from the wall, to busy to even properly punish his pet. That had been the last straw for Nathanial and he decided that he would simply have to wait.
To keep busy, he'd volunteered to help out Harry's friends. Small parts of him knew that he’d begun in the hopes that Harry would take notice and praise him, but after a while Nathanial began to truly enjoy their company. Seamus was funny and outrageous and Nathanial always felt like his face would become permanently stained red from blushing in his company. Dean was soft spoken, though Nathanial wondered if that was a leftover action from his months in torment. Nathanial saw a kindred spirit in Dean. Both had been hurt for no other reason then for the enjoyment of sadistic people.
Nathanial remembered how Dean and Seamus had questioned his relationship with Harry.
Flashback
"So you're with Harry?" Seamus asked leering slightly. They'd been playing a quiet game of go fish, the only card game Nathanial really enjoyed.
"Yea." Nathanial answered, unwilling to get into the conflicted emotions he was feeling for his master at the moment.
"HOW CAN YOU DO THAT..." he broke off his yelling with Nathanial flinched back with wide eyes, "Sorry, I just don't understand how you can be with another man at all with what they did to you, let alone the kind you have. How can you let him call you pet?"
Nathanial swallowed and tried to push down his momentary fear. Dean looked at him imploringly, as if he desperately needed an explanation to Seamus' question, and possibly hope. Hesitantly, he spoke, trying to gather courage and strength from any part of him for them.
"I have been hurt by everyone and anyone. I've never had a normal relationship and I'm not sure I know how to have one. Harry, he, loves me; but it’s more then that. He takes care of me. I've long ago gotten over the fact that people want sex from me. Women, men, it doesn't matter, but none of them have cared for me like he has." Nathanial sighed knowing it was true, even if Harry hadn't been paying total attention to him. Sometimes Nathanial would get food sent to him, little notes, or presents that let him know Harry was thinking about him even if he wasn't there. His irritation and fear had refused to let him see it as anything but brushing him off. He fell silent in his meditation.
"But Jason said he hurts you?" Seamus argued, as if that meant he was like those who'd harmed them. Nathanial frowned, unsure how to label the emotion he felt for his friend telling others of his relationship with Harry, especially these two who would automatically make ignorant deductions.
"I'm not good at a lot of things. I'm not very smart. I don't have many talents. I know this. My past masters, they wanted sex. So I learned how to be good at it to please them." Pausing to shake off his fear of speaking of his past to relieve strangers, he took a deep breath. "Then sex wasn't enough, they wanted to hurt me." He frowned he wasn't explaining this well but he would try. "I learned how to take it to please them. When they were hurting me, I was a good boy. I was making them happy." He glanced at them but got only soft confusion from Dean and almost rebellion from Seamus. "It’s confusing and complicated, but when I'm being hurt, not hurting exactly, but that there is someone there taking pleasure in my pain, I feel content."
Dean shook his head but put a restraining arm on Seamus when he tried to argue more. The tenacity of it had scared Nathanial, but he controlled it quickly so as not to alert Harry needlessly, surely his master would be angry at Nathanial for pulling him from his work. Seamus pouted but asked if he had any two's. After a few minutes of playing, Dean asked more questions.
"So is it anyone who hurts you? Not just Harry?" Dean seemed both intrigued and insulted that his friend wasn't good enough. It made Nathanial grin inside.
"I like it when people hurt me physically. I like it when they tie me up and cut me or burn me or beat me, but it’s not just the pain I like. I like the attention; the knowledge that they are getting pleasure from me. I admit,” here Nathanial looked down, ashamed and embarrassed about voicing his desires. He hoped the Irishman didn't notice that the thought of strangers lining up to hurt an use him had aroused him, "That it sometimes doesn't matter who's hurting me, but Harry. With Harry it’s so much better.” He looked imploringly at them for understanding but Seamus' expression bordered on beligerance.
"That's doesn't make since. Its sick! I can't believe he hurts you. How could you like that? How could you possibly..."
Dean told him to hush, and immediately Seamus did. It was interesting, their dynamic. Nathanial might have wondered if they'd been lovers if he wasn't so upset that Seamus was yelling at him. The leopard shook a little and dropped his head, showing his neck to the other men. It was a habit that showed he wouldn't argue or dispute their dominance, but didn't actually agree with them. This wasn't something normal people could just accept, expecially people who'd been hurt like they had. Nathanial suspected that part of Seamus' anger was directed at what was done to his friend Dean and not for himself.
Dean reached to Nathanial and rubbed his arm, instantly comforting him. "We would just like to understand. You do not have to explain, but I think we're just afraid that Harry is no better then Nott and the others. Its disconserting and so we are trying to figure out the differences."
"Oh, well..." Nathanial tried to remember the words Harry used. Since this sumbissive thing had been his life, Nathanial had few words to explain it. He was however, determined to convince his master's friends that this was different. "I cannot really explain to you why I like pain. I just do. It makes me feel wanted and needed and sexy. i know it doesn't make since but i can't do anything about that. What Harry and I have, isn't like what they did to you." He paused, Nathanial didn't actually know what they did you them. "um...I think, I don't really know what you went through, but i get that you didn't want it. Thats the difference. I do. He hurts me and I love it, but its more then that. He cares about me. Its not just about pain, it’s about he and I, about our being together. With you it was about pain and the pleasure they got out of hurting another. With Harry it’s about me and him, the pleasure he gets out of hurting, not just anyone, but me. I can't really explain it. I want him to hurt me, want him to use me. I am his. His pet. His kitten, and I will do anything that pleases him for as long as he wants me."
Seamus stared pensively down at his clasped hands. There was a pregnant pause before Dean spoke. "I don't think we'll ever understand why you like pain, but I get that you do. And that whatever you and Harry have is something you both want. Although I never thought Harry Potter would get off on someone else's pain."
Nathanial frowned, not sure what to say. That was faintly derogatory and the leopard didn't like it. Of course he'd never say anything.
"You sure this isn't a were thing?" Seamus grumbled.
Nathanial smiled, although it was filled with trepidation. "Uh, well..." He coughed and they looked at him in horror.
"It's not a lycan thing per-say. But we have a much higher pain tolerance then normal humans. Also a lot of lycan's feel safer when they are in a structured relationship." They looked confused so he tried again.
"Its important to us to know our place, even in the pard, which is much more laid back we have structure. There are definitive dominants and submissive s. Though there are a few who don't need it, most like being either the dom or the sub in their private lives too." Hurriedly he added, "its always consistentual."
Their fear didn't dissipate and Nathanial feared he'd done the opposite he'd intended. the purpose of his visits was to ease their fears of lycan life, instead he'd made them hate it. His shoulders fell and he closed his eyes. Failure, no wonder his master needed other things to challenge him.
Surprisingly, they pulled him into a quick cuddle. They explained that they were in a relationship and that they'd been considering starting up again. Their fear was that this would make that impossible. Nathanial explained that it wasn't, that the only thing they had to be careful of was Dean shifting during sex and hurting Seamus. He promised to help them and told them that it was Richard's duty to help too. It seemed to embarrass them, but they didn't look as worried.
Apparently needing the distraction Seamus asked, "So you like pain because the person hurting you likes it?"
Nathanial considered, was that it? No, it was more then that. "I've had more masters then I can count. Some of them used me and then immediately cast me aside. Some left because I couldn't do what they wanted. When I was young, my masters were quick fucks. They wanted sex and I wanted payment for food and mostly drugs." They looked shocked at his admission and Nathanial blushed slightly. He wouldn't hide anything from his new friends. "No one took care of me, I had no one to look up to and my pimp got me hooked. Drugs are an easy way to control people. They dull your mind, your emotions, your feelings until all that's left is hunger. Anyway.." Nathanial shook off the memory of the sick boy he'd been.
"Every time, I wished these men and women would take me with them, take care of me, until one time he did. Gabriel promised that he would take care of me but instead he turned me and made me work in his movies. He and Raina." Dean looked confused; Nathanial had been telling him all the good things about being turned.
"Back then, things were different. Richard didn't control the pack and Micah didn't control the pard. It was sex, rape, violence, and drugs."
"What changed it?" Dean's dark eyes were wide with fear. It could have been so different.
"Anita." Dean frowned
"But didn't Harry kill her?" Seamus asked.
Nathanial sighed and swallowed, this was turning out to be a longer explanation then he thought. Even though his voice started out soft and uncomfortable, as he spoke, it became stronger, taking pride in what they had accomplished and in what Harry had chosen to do.
"Yea...she helped us a lot in the beginning. She killed Gabriel and Raina and the Chimera. She united the pack and pard, stabilized us."
Seamus swallowed, obviously uncomfortable with his next question, "But, that sounds like Harry, what happened?"
The slight to his master caused an unfamiliar pressure in his chest that he finally identified as anger. It had been sometime since he'd been angry and it surprised him, shocking him out of responding harshly.
"Harry isn't like Anita. Whatever he did with your people, I don't think he did them for the reasons you think." Nathanial didn't know everything because Harry didn't really like to talk about it, but the leopard knew his master had been in a war and won. He knew that Harry had killed people and he knew that it wasn't the deaths he caused but the ones he couldn't prevent that haunted him.
"He killed people to protect those he felt were his. Just like he rescued you because he feels you're his, his friends, his year-mates, whatever. He didn't rescue those other people. He has no feelings for them. He just sends them to safe houses. You're here, talking to me, living with Richard. You're important and he feels possessive of you. My master won that war, but I think he did it to protect his people, not for the good of the world..." Nathanial drifted off as he realized his tone had become harsh. He'd never acted like this before.
Dean smiled and him and ran a hand down his leg. It was another thing Nathanial was getting the new lycan used to, the need for physical touch and affection. From their actions, Nathanial got that they understood the need. Dean's touch soothed Nathanial and he continued.
"Anita did it because she saw an opportunity for power. We ended up depending on her completely. She was Lupa, Nimir-Ra, and Human-servant to the Master of the City. She was indispensable. We thought we couldn't live without her, and that's how she wanted it. Harry didn’t do that, he wouldn’t. He stepped back and left the world."
Dean grunted and Seamus did a fair impression of a growl for a human. Nathanial could see that they was going to finally express some of the discontent he felt towards Harry. Nathanial didn't particularly want to hear it but knew that if they didn't express it, it would spoil and rot inside him until he couldn't look at Nathanial's master without discontent.
"Yea, he stepped back; left us to fend for ourselves. He left me with them! left me to be tortured and used." Seamus broke down in deep sobs and Nathanial let out a relived sigh. The leopard had unlimited ways of release, pain, bondage, pleasure. He knew he could drown in his master and the sensations he was creating. He knew the relief that came with finally expressing your feelings and was glad to be there for their break down; now they could heal.
Nathanial cuddled with them, purring, as Dean pulled the distraught Irishman into his arms. When his sobs grew less noisy, Nathanial tried to explain, reason with them. "From what I understand Harry was around, well in hiding, for ten years before he came here. Why didn't you ever seek him out?"
Dean grunted but didn't snarl or anything. He spoke instead of letting Seamus rant and Nathanial let out another inaudible sigh. It had taken a lot to question the man's pain and he didn't want to be yelled at.
"I didn't think to. He was a criminal. Unable to help us, so I put the possibility from my mind. We all did. We had to try and learn how to be normal again. How to live without all that killing." Nathanial blinked, he'd not known Dean and Seamus had killed too. "It was just natural to only rely on myself after everything, after Seamus was taken and married."
"I know your mad," Nathanial paused, his voice little more then a whisper. He was uncomfortable defining his master and risking their wrath, but he couldn't not. "He told me that he didn't even know it was so bad. Not until he got a letter..." He drifted off, sure that they understood it wasn't Harry's fault without him having to say the words
Dean smiled down at him and he and Seamus resignedly agreed that Harry couldn't be at fault and that he had come to rescue them as soon as he found out. Nathanial just watched and then happily finished their came of cards.
End Flashback
Nathanial smiled at the memory. Since then Dean, had defended him and his relationship with Harry to Jason and won that dominance battle. It was curious that the soft spoken man was that dominant. Now he understood that Dean would probably be the domanint the couple and how Seamus could be afraid. Hopefully, Seamus would ask him advice before he freaked out. Nathanial made a mental note to ask Harry if he could help them when they decided to have sex.
Harry's breath hitched and Nathanial knew his master was waking. He was slightly fearful of what his master would say after such a long separation, and especially after his latest bid for attention.
Hot breath on his neck made him shiver which announced to Harry that he was awake.
"Morning Kitten."
Nathanial turned in his arms and looked shyly up at his master leaning over him.
"Morning Master."
Harry grinned and kissed him. Nathanial hummed into the kiss and relaxed; so far, Harry wasn't mad.
"How are you feeling?"
Nathanial flexed certain muscles and flushed at the memory of what caused their strain. Being completely wrapped up by his master was such an incredible experience, he couldn't even explain. The emotions that crashed through him during Harry's attentions had been overwhelming in their intensity. He gazed up at his master with wet eyes.
"Good Master." indeed Nathanial was good, great even. He'd never experienced anything like that before, and now had no reason to doubt his master's feelings or need for him.
"Good, we have some things to discuss." Nathanial tensed and Harry put a hand on his cheek.
"I am giving you new responsibilities here at the house and for me. You're more then just my pet. You're my kitten and I rely on you. I am going to give you duties that will show this." Nathanial swallowed and glowed with pride. His master relied on him? This would show that awful elf...he broke off the thought half formed. Competing with a house elf? pathetic.
"For the week until your marking, you will only have morning duties. After then, when you've shown me you can handle it, you will have additional nightly duties."
Harry sat up and pulled at Nathanial until he was resting with his cheek on his master's thigh and lying spread out on his stomach.
"Every morning you will wake an hour before you wake me and complete your morning ritual; shower, braid your hair, brush your teeth etc.. You will then make a schedule of my day. You are aloud to have a calendar handy and to make notes in it at almost any time. You will then wake me up after eight hours of sleep, with your mouth." Nathanial gulped. Oh how he loved using his mouth on his master, but 'waking him' with it was general and meant that not only could he decide his own pace, but where he would use it. He could wake his master by sucking on his toes if he wanted!
"You will have my clothes for the entire day picked out and help me get into them." Nathanial blinked; there was special emphasis on 'entire day'. "Do you need further explanation?"
Nathanial tried to explain what he thought Harry was saying, they'd been trying to prevent further misunderstandings this way, "You want me to pick out your casual clothes for the day, as well as for special occasions like meetings or parties, in the morning all at once?"
"Yes, good pet." Harry ran his hands down Nathanial's back massaging the tense muscles there and Nathanial moaned; what a reward.
"You will read that schedule to me at breakfast, or our first meal." Nathanial smiled at the fact that not many of their days would actually be when the sun was up. They had many vampiric issues that needed to be dealt with soon.
Creating Harry's schedule is a big deal and the only thing so far that made Nathanial nervous. He'd basically been doing these other things already, although this was much more structured. It seemed that Harry had finally tired of their undisciplined lifestyle. or...maybe Nathanial's actions caused him to doubt the leopard's discipline. Harry must be so disappointed after his temper tantrum. This must be his last chance. If he couldn't do this for a week, then he wouldn't get marked. Nathanial's body tensed in determination. He would not fail his master again.
Harry must have sensed the tension, "Do you have a problem so far?"
"No Master. I understand...I'm excited to serve you like this." Nathanial's answer was full of passion and his face flushed with it. His master smiled indulgently at him.
"Good, there is more. After our first meal, you will spend an hour working out." Nathanial blushed, fearing that his body was displeasing to his master. When Harry didn't say anything to alleviate his fear, Nathanial looked down to see if he could tell from looking what had disgusted his master. He'd not gained any weight, careful of what he ate, but his muscle tone was down. He could fix that easily. In fact, now that he was thinking about it, he was feeling lethargic from the long break in physical activity.
"You will spend, at least two hours a day, Tuesday and Thursday, with your friends. Dean and Seamus or Micah or Damian or Stephen and Gregory; whoever. You will tell me what you are doing though." Harry raised an eyebrow and Nathanial nodded. He was absolutely not comfortable going anywhere Harry didn't know he'd be. The idea that he could get in trouble without Harry there to protect him, terrified him.
"It does not matter at what time you see your friends, as long as it does not disrupt my plans for the day." Nathanial nodded.
"It is not necessary that you eat lunch with me on those days. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday you will eat lunch with me and then spend the rest of the day in my office helping me with paper work and other things I need. My projects are no longer a secret, so I see no reason why you cannot help. I may not be in there some days, I may be in meetings or other things, but there will always be a note telling you what to do."
Nathanial frowned slightly, wondering if this meant he wouldn't see Harry some days before he remembered that he would always see him in the mornings.
"We will eat dinner together always, and with any guests we have. Asher, Severus, and Damian will most likely join us for conversation at that time." Nathanial was curious about whether or not Severus could eat food. His magic had altered the virus and he'd become something of a half breed, able to be up in daylight, and touch holy things. But the leopard knew better then to an unrelated questions right now.
"For the next week, we will mostly be up at night and spending a lot of time at the Circus. You will be attending me in these meetings and it may play havoc with this schedule, but I know you're smart enough to handle it."
Nathanial flushed with pride. No one had ever called him smart; beautiful and sexy yes, but not smart.
"Now then, I am unsure of your abilities to wake me. Show me how good you are."
He hummed and nuzzled his master's stomach. Nathanial knew it was a jest, that Harry didn't actually doubt him, but he was determined to prove himself anyway.
Gently he lowered the sheet, exposing his master's perfect cock to his eyes. This was a most mesmerizing sight, but Nathanial didn't stop to admire it long. He knew that he would have time when he woke him the next morning.
He nuzzled the base of Harry’s cock, letting his tongue curl around it and breathing deep. His master hadn't let him take his time before. They were in retraining and so Nathanial didn't have permission to worship it like it deserved.
He shifted his body until he was resting between Harry's outstretched legs, the perfect possession to shower one of his favorite pieces of his master's anatomy with praise and attention. Shyly he glanced up at his master and shivered at the intense desire burning in Harry's eyes. Perhaps he could shower it later.
He licked a long stripe from base to tip and savored the pearly pre-cum there. He balanced himself on his elbows and used his hands to message Harry's thighs and balls. Harry grunted when Nathanial squeezed them softly. Swirling his tongue around it and collecting the delectable fluid, he slowly consumed his master's cock, inch by perfect inch.
"Oh yea pet. You are good at this."
Nathanial purred in his throat at the praise and then moaned at the sound the vibrations drew out. His master was always so controlled, so collected. That he was losing it because of Nathanial's actions made Nathanial's own cock grow hard. He pushed his hips down on the bed to create a small amount of pressure and alleviate some pain.
Harry growled, "Suck me kitten."
Taking undo amounts of pleasure from the order, Nathanial dropped his head, taking the thick cock in his throat completely. He swallowed repeatedly to control his gag reflex and sucked hard. From this angel it was rather difficult. His cheeks hollowed and lips tightened. Harry thrust his hips up reflexively and Nathanial made no move to stop him. Saliva dripped from his mouth and Nathanial used it to lube up his fingers. There was something he'd been too scared to try and felt that this was the perfect opportunity. If Harry didn't like it then he would say so instead of waking up angry because Nathanial overstepped his boundaries.
He used the slicked up digit to press on Harry's perineum while his other hand fondled his balls. The moan was reassuring and so Nathanial continued south. He circled Harry's pucker and waited. Harry gave no indication he felt it and continued to look at his pet with half lidded eyes. Again, Nathanial circled it with a little more pressure.
Harry involuntarily thrust back with his hips and Nathanial moaned against the cock in his mouth. The power was heady. Nathanial gathered more saliva and pressed in, just to the first knuckle while swallowing. Harry cried out and thrust back hard, forcing the finger in deeper.
His green eyes were watching him, focusing in and out as his head bobbed. Nathanial saw no anger or disgust so he slipped the finger in and out at the rhythm of his bobbing. Harry's hips undulated under him and a forceful thrust back pushed the finger in completely. Harry cried out and climaxed, surprising them both. Fortunately, Nathanial was a pro and was able to swallow it all. He pulled his finger out before the climax ended, though he had been curious about the small oddly textured nub inside. Was that what felt so good when Harry fucked him?
Nathanial crawled up to cuddle with his panting master, trying to determine if he should be pleased with himself or not. Harry wasn't generally this overwhelmed.
Harry turned his head and kissed him deeply. "Good that was good. I'm very pleased." He swallowed to regain control of his throat and lungs. When he had he narrowed his eyes at the submissive and Nathanial grew fearful.
"That was fine, but I don't want more then two fingers or a tongue in me. Understand?" Nathanial nodded, shocked that it had been that well received and wondering...
"Um Master..." He dropped his head, embarrassed by his question. But he wanted to know more about what pleased his master.
"Yes kitten, you know I will answer your questions." Nathanial smiled at him, a small smile.
"Yes, I know. I wondered, could you tell me why?" He swallowed, nervous about the answer now that he'd asked.
Harry sighed, "Why two fingers and no more?" Nathanial nodded. He also wanted to know why Harry hadn't told him he liked it but..
"I'm a wizard Lord." Nathanial blinked repeatedly, yea he knew that. "When a wizard reaches his maturity, he gets a power boost, and if he is of the correct blood, he gets The Dream where he earns his Lordship or not." Harry focused on Nathanial but then looked away.
"If, before then, the wizard willingly bottoms for another wizard, their magic is marked." He paused and so Nathanial asked for clarification.
"Like Richard is Marked by Jean-Claude?"
"No, Richard still has his free will. He can choose to shut out Jean-Claude and such and well...actually yes it’s kind of like that. The wizard's magic obeys the will of the one who marked them. Because our magic is such a part of how we make decisions and what we base our opinions on, he who marked can and has used it to completely control he who is marked." Nathanial shivered, it sounded like what Anita had done, taking away even their choice to choose, without them knowing.
"They kill wizards who are marked, in punishment, as well as the ones who do the marking." Nathanial gulped. If what Anita had done was the same, then Nathanial's life would have been forfeit.
"I didn't know any of this." Nathanial gasped and sat up, compelled by something nameless into action.
Harry chuckled and pulled his pet back down. "Don't worry I'm fine. But my friend, my best friend, did know and he tried to get me to unknowingly get marked by Dean."
"Dean?"
"Yea, I guess Ron thought that I wasn't going to follow through, so he wanted me controlled by someone who would make me. Dean didn't know about the marking thing either so.." He shrugged, his muscles moving Nathanial with the motion.
"Anyway, Ron's brother's told me what was up and it...well it scared the crap out of me." Nathanial nodded. He knew what loosing control like that would do to Harry. Even Nathanial rejected the idea of total mental submission. He had always been able to rely on his mind, to escape in his own thoughts.
"So I've not ever bottomed ever. Even after I hit my majority, and I don't really want to." the leopard nodded, understanding. He wouldn't ask or offer to penetrate him that way, but Harry said two fingers were okay, and a tongue. That struck him as odd that Harry would stick that on specifically. Perhaps his master wanted to see what it felt like? Nathanial knew, and loved, that Harry liked rimming him. He would see one morning now that he had permission.
Harry told him that they had a meeting with Jean-Claude and for Nathanial to pick out appropriate wear. Gladly, the leopard took up the challenge, though he recognized that none of these things would be appropriate for anything more formal. He would have to take his master shopping!
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