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: While Severus goes off on his quest to free Harry,
let’s see how our other pairing is doing. Lights, camera, action!
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I’M A SLAVE FOR YOU
Lucius
sighed as he came back home from work in the Ministry. It was the usual tedious
missions that he had to tirelessly go through almost everyday, including the
piles of paperwork, and the increase in it during his son’s school semester
break was not exactly helping him very much. And then there was the Hogwarts
errand he had been assigned to do any chance Cornelius Fudge got. He would’ve
been glad to do it if it weren’t for the fact that the old geezer Albus Dumbledore was always hovering about the little sex
slave Harry or butting in and appearing almost too coincidentally whenever he
wanted to find the boy to release the stress that was hanging around the
testosterones between his legs. Even when he was able to shake the old man and
continue his search, he couldn’t locate him anywhere and the boy had stopped
being the obedient little slave and meet up at their usual rendezvous spot at
the haunted bathroom.
That and also because the slave that
he bought from Sirius Black was a little too easy to break. According to
Sirius, the slave he had sold to him was a Mudblood,
born in an Asian country where daughters are not exactly the most desired
family member in the household. She was sold to the business when she was
barely Harry’s age and had been servicing many masters throughout her 18 years
employment in the business. She had a habit of resisting at first, but
eventually within one week she was already broken, allowing the masters to do
her in any form of fetish they pleased. Lucius had a
suspicion that the slave might probably be a nymphomaniac and might actually enjoy
the sex, which was not much of a challenge for him. He liked the idea of
breaking slaves nice and slow, seeing them begging and crying as they were
taken against their will, trying to fight him as much as they could. The slave
he had right now was nowhere near that challenging excitement level. He
considered giving her back to Sirius and getting his money back.
Walking to the kitchen to get himself something strong to drink, he just so happen to run
into his ex-slave Remus making the daily tea for his
son. He grinned as he stared the younger man’s ass, the latter totally
oblivious to his presence. Not being able to be with Harry left him with a
fleet of wanting, and the new slave he had was not up to his standards anyway,
and now seeing Remus’ delectable body as he went
about his business made him miss the good old days when he and the younger man
went through every lustful night satisfying every aspect of ‘bodily
exploration’ (as Lucius called it) he and his wife
could muster up. It was too bad that he gave Remus to
Draco. It mattered not, really. As long he had him in sight and the public
property factor served to his advantage, he could care less if he belonged to
any of his hired help. He walked in slowly, putting his arms around Remus’ waist.
“Hello there, cub,” Lucius whispered huskily at Remus’
ear, rubbing his finger around the younger man’s navel, making him jump at his
touch and spin round to stare at him in suppressed horror at the sight of him.
Oh, how he missed the look of fear on his face. He looked just like the first
time he bought him.
“Um, uh, good afternoon, master,” Remus greeted back as he sped up his tea-making, wanting to
be anywhere but near his ex-Master right now.
“Draco can wait. He is studying very
hard at the moment,” Lucius put his hand on Remus’, stopping him from his duties. He ran his finger
along Remus’ lips, trying to part them. “Open up for
me, Remus dear.”
“Master…I…I
can’t…I belong to Young Master now…” Remus tried to
pry his way out of Lucius’ hold in vain.
“Your point?
I am still your master. Or have you forgotten that you are public property to
do as I please? Now open up.”
Remus
steeled himself, bracing for the worse. There was no way he would break his vow
and betray his beloved. He shook his head to push Lucius’
hand away.
“No. Young Master owns me, not you.”
Lucius
frowned. He had always found it kinky for Remus to
resist him before during their sex games, but in this situation he was
downright disobeying him. He turned him around forcefully and slapped him
across the face, making the poor half-werewolf fly and hit against the wall.
“I could sell you like that.” Lucius snapped his fingers to emphasize his point. “Do you
think your ‘Young Master’ wants to see you go, leaving him sad and all alone?”
Holding his throbbing cheek, Remus breathed hard as he forced himself to get up and
stand against him, “You…You can’t…make me do what I don’t want…”
“You think you are so much better
than me, just because someone says they love you? You are no better than
dirty,” Lucius snarled, his lips curling into a
wicked smile as he watched Remus’ eyes widened in
shock at Lucius’ statement. “Oh, don’t pretend that
you don’t know what I’m talking about. I am the man of the house. I know
everything that goes on under my roof. I’ve seen the way you and my son
exchanged glances and hanging around the house behaving like some Hogwarts
schoolchildren on a teenage love affair. Indulging such superficial emotions
make me sick, and I’ll be damned if I allow my one and only heir to associate
his pure-blood lineage with the likes of you!”
So saying, he cast a locking spell
both the front and back door of the kitchen and pushed Remus
down in his knees. Remus winced as his knees rammed
hard on the kitchen floor, chafing them and making them bleed.
“No…Please, Master…Stop…”
“Now be a good whore and make me wet
for that tight ass of yours,” Lucius grinned,
enjoying the begging look on Remus.
Remus
pursed his lips together and shut his eyes tight, not wanting to cooperate.
“Now, pet,” Lucius
pulled at Remus’ hair. “Or I will use the spell. I
know how you don’t like me using spells on you, and that spell would definitely
give you a terrible hangover. You wouldn’t want Draco to know about our little
date, would you? I would much rather you do it on your own.”
Remus,
fearing Draco’s possible rejection if he were to know about this, finally
complied. His mind was screaming desperate apologies to Draco as he leaned
forward to unzip Lucius’ pants and took him out. His
man meat was just as disgusting big and fat as he remembered during his years
of servicing him. He soon started licking at the tip tentatively and
reluctantly.
“Mmm, I
have missed you, cub,” Lucius sighed in relief at the
familiar feeling of Remus’ wet tongue as he ran his
hand through the short hair.
Remus
began to suck him and took all of him in straightaway, just like he knew Lucius liked it, but his heart was screaming in disgust.
After a few moments of deep-throating, Lucius’ hips began to move, literally fucking his mouth.
“Yeah…Feels so good, my dear Cubby,”
Lucius called him by his old sex name—a name that
represented his werewolf—when they were still together.
Remus
didn’t like the way Luc was fucking his mouth and attempted to escape again,
only to be pulled against the blonde, cutting off his air.
“We’re not done yet, Cubby.”
Remus
almost choked at Lucius’ sudden move as he could feel
the former’s dick hitting deeper into his throat, forcing his gag reflex to
react. He tried to struggle to get the offending organ out of his mouth but Lucius held firm to his head.
“Stop struggling and I will let you
go.”
Remus
stopped struggling reluctantly and let Lucius fuck
his mouth, grips Lucius’ side of the pants tightly
until his nails dug through and stung his palms to remind himself that he
wasn’t doing this willingly. Lucius pulled out a
moment later, ordering Remus to stand and turn around
to lean against the table. Remus gasped for breath, relieved
to finally have the uncomfortable feeling of Lucius’
cock in his mouth out as he did as he was told, pushing the tea he was supposed
to finish making aside to make way for his leaning body. Pulling down his pants
and taking off Remus’, Lucius
pushed his slightly saliva-lubricated cock into him, forcing himself all the
way in with one thrust. Remus let out a strangled
yell, forgetting how Lucius had always liked it hard
and rough. He gripped the table for support, forcing himself not to keel
forward as Lucius banged him relentlessly.
“It feels so good to be inside you
again, Cubby,” Lucius licked the shell of his ears as
he moved harder and deeper. “Now let’s not make any noise. We don’t want my
innocent boy coming in and barging on us now, do we?”
So saying, he stuffed two fingers
into Remus’ mouth to gag him as he kept on going,
looking for the spot where it made his little sex slave scream and cry and
hitting it as hard as he could. Remus let out one
muffled scream after another as Lucius pounded him.
He wanted to bite off those fingers in his mouth but the pain in his ass was
distracting him, even more so when Lucius finally
found his sweet spot and made him see stars. Besides, as much as he wanted
those fingers chomped off, he couldn’t do it without earning a sound beating
and be sent off back into the business and away from his beloved Draco, and
even though Lucius was an evil son of a bitch, he was
still Draco’s father, and Draco wouldn’t want a werewolf for a father if Remus acted according to his primal instincts. He probably
might end up in worse consequences than being sent back into the business, with
a possible ‘put to sleep’ action involved.
Lucius
whispered filthy words into Remus’ ear about how he
missed him or asking if Remus missed him, hitting his
sweet spot again and again and enjoying the sound of Remus’
muffled screams as he made the poor half-werewolf involuntarily see stars and
his cock throbbing, leaking with pre-cum. As he neared his peak, he stopped his
talking and started thrusting faster, assaulting the spot over and over again. Remus’ muffled screams got louder as Lucius
rammed him against the table, making it shake and creak under pressure and his
cock ready to come. One more thrust and soon the blonde came hard inside Remus. Remus, feeling Lucius’ seed filling him and his sweet spot unable to take
anymore stimulation, came as well, though he felt disgusted that he actually
came from Lucius doing him.
“Mmm…Wasn’t
that nice,” Lucius panted slowly as he pulled out and
cleaned himself off. He wore back his pants and patted Remus
on the head. “Let’s not tell my Dragon about this, OK? Unless you don’t know
what’s good for you.”
Remus
waited until he left before slumping to the floor and sob silently, his heart
begging for Draco to forgive him. After he recovered, he slowly cleaned himself
and the floor of the mess and finished making the tea. He gathered himself and
made himself looked as normal as possible, then left the kitchen with the tray
of tea and entered his Young Master’s room with a smile. Draco, on the other
hand, had thrown his quill down. The letters were all looking the same in his
tired-out eyes. He was wondering where was Remus when
the said half-werewolf entered with his tea. Draco smiled; he needed tea really
badly right now—probably just about anything to distract him from studying—and
possibly a little something extra.
“Hey
there, Drake. How’s the studying going?” Remus
asked.
“Badly.
What took you so long?" Draco replied as he kneeled up from his spot on
the floor. “Come here. I’m hungry.”
“Sorry, Drake, took me a
while to find the cake you love eating so much,” Remus
tried to fake it as he put the tray of tea and goodies in front of Draco. “Dig
in.”
“Not for that,” Draco
pouted and leaned up, undoing Remus’ pants. “I want
some ‘milk’ with my tea.”
Remus,
in that split second, instinctively grabbed Draco’s wrists out of fear, the
incident that happened in the kitchen still fresh in his mind. It was only he
realized that his grip on Draco’s wrist was almost bruising his beloved that he
let go apologetically.
“Sorry,
Drake. Maybe…Maybe not now. I’m…not really in a
mood right now…”
“But…” Draco looked up
at him, feeling dejected at being denied what he craved for so long since the
semester break, “We have not been together in a long time.”
“I know but…I just don’t
feel up to it today…”
He could tell Draco
looked needy, and understood that the young boy needed something to ease down
the long awaiting hormones, but with the incident still lingering in his head,
he couldn’t bring himself to ‘rise to the occasion’. Finally, seeing that he
wasn’t getting any at this moment, the boy sighed.
“OK then, no pressure,”
Draco muttered as he sat back down.
“I’m really sorry,
Drake. Maybe next time, OK?” Remus tried to lighten
the mood by taking Draco’s favourite cake and passed
it to him. “I managed to find the cake you liked so much though.”
Draco took it from him,
taking a bite. As he ate quietly, a million questions came through his mind: What
had he done? Had he been too aggressive? Remus already
wanked today? Had he acted like his father? That last
thought put a shiver down his spine. While he ate, Remus
helped to pick up Draco’s dropped parchment everywhere on the floor, still
thinking guiltily about what happened in the kitchen. His chafed knees rubbing
painfully against his long pants, but he was glad that he was wearing them so
that it would cover the evidence of the incident.
“Remy have you…” he
blushed, looking at the older man’s cock. “Have you been fingered, uh, there?”
Remus
stared at his spent cock and blushed a little, saying,
“No. It hasn’t been touched.”
“Oh,” Draco replied
briefly as he ate a little more, not exactly tasting it. “I don’t mean to be
bossy or needy, I just…want you.”
“It’s alright. I know
you’re a little…excited since it’s been a while since we last ‘got together’
but…” Remus hesitated a little before continuing, “I’m
just tired over chores today. Not really in a mood at the moment.”
Draco wanted to argue. He
wanted to exert his authority as a Young Master to order Remus
to fuck him, but then he would really behave like his father. He turned away,
continuing to eat. Remus sighed inwardly, his heart
clenched in guilt to see his beloved like this, hanging over there without
being able to pleasure him.
“I…I’m sorry, love…”
“Do you still love me?”
“Of course I love you. I
will always love you. I love you more than anything.”
Draco drank his tea,
hoping that Remus meant what he said. Finally he
decided to change the subject to lighten the mood, “I am so tired of studying. This
O.W.L. exam is killing me. But I don’t want Father to cane me again. How I wish
this stupid exam thing doesn’t exist.”
“He won’t cane you. I’m
sure you’ll do fine in the exam. And even if he does, I’ll make sure I’ll break
his bones.”
“Don’t say that. You
will get punished. I don’t want you hurt. Why, if Father ever hurt you I will
hurt him instead.”
Remus
smiled and thought to himself, thinking, Funny you should say that now…
“Can
I at least get a kiss?”
“Yes, my Young Master,” Remus replied, leaning over on all fours to kiss Draco’s
lips. Draco took his face in his hands, kissing his slowly and thoroughly,
hoping that his actions would make Remus give in to
the primal urges he desperately want from him. Unfortunately, Remus returned his kiss, but his body still remained on all
fours. Draco leaned back, looking sad because he still was not getting what he
wanted, but he didn’t want to force him into it. The last thing he wanted was
to let himself become like his father.
“I love you very much, Remus. You know that, right?”
“Yes, I do, Drake. I
love you too. I love you more than life itself.”
Draco hugged him,
resting his face softly on Remus’ beating chest. No matter
how many times he hear him say it, he would never get tired of it.
A/N: Aww…That is so sweet, but the
RemyxDrake ‘love chronicle’ is not over yet. Keep on
reading! In the meantime, reviews plz!
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