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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: Well then shall we continue with our little RemyxDrake love affair? Then let�s get on reading, then.

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I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Semester break was going to come to
a close within the next two week and Draco had yet to have any action with Remus. He was determined to at least get it down and dirty
with him once before school reopens, but he never seemed to be in the mood. He
would always give the excuse that he was tired because of chores or that he had
to run errands, and sometimes even disappear before he had the chance to ask
him. He would�ve made use of his power if he hadn�t had his father reminding
him the results of misusing it, but he was getting raunchy by the day, and Remus forcing abstinence on him was not helping him. In the
end, the only thing that kept him at bay was burying himself
in piles and piles of revision books, until he could almost memorize every word
by heart. He might probably actually make to be the male version of Hermione
Granger if he had kept this up, but unfortunately his brain capacity was not as
vast as hers. By the end of the day, his brain felt as if it was going to melt
out of his ears.

�� Argh~! I
am so damn tired right now,� Draco groaned as he leaned back at his chair a
little too far and would�ve landed on the carpeted floor if Remus
hadn�t got up from his position in waiting to capture him, although personally
Draco had wished Remus let him fall. A little bang on
the back would do his exhausted mind a favour in
ending its misery of information overload.

�� You sure look like it,� Remus chuckled as he pushed the chair back into its upright
position. �Wanna take a break?�

�� Yes, please!� Draco smiled in
relief. �How about a walk?�

�� Alright,� Remus
agreed as he helped Draco off his chair. �It�s about time you rest your eyes
and brain a bit.�

�� Sure,� Draco replied, taking Remus by the hand and leading him out the yard. Remus followed his lead, walking around the huge backyard,
being very quiet. It was pretty obvious that the incident was still haunting
him, even though it has been almost more than a week. He had never felt this
before, not even when he was violated by Lucius every
night while he was still under his ownership and pining Draco secretly from
afar. It might probably be the fact that now since he was officially with Draco
that spurred and spilled out all that pain and guilt.

�� The yard is too big,� Draco
commented as he looked around.

�� Huh? I�m sorry?� Remus asked as he was a little distracted with his
thoughts.

�� The grounds,� Draco repeated,
gesturing at the huge backyard that had a small forest just a few miles behind.
�Too vast. We could get lost.�

�� Don�t worry. You have me. If that
ever happens, I can get us out of here,� Remus
replied. He wasn�t lying; his heightened sense of smell could get them anywhere
they wanted, no questions asked.

�� But what if I want to get lost?�
Draco asked, looking at him with the eyes that Remus
knew were naughty and playful, the eyes that he knew was the real Draco. He
chuckled at that look.

�� Drake, don�t kid around. It�s not
something to trifle with.�

�� I wasn�t,� Draco grinned, meaning
business.

�� Remus
smiled weakly but didn�t retaliate Draco�s statement. He
knew Draco was always finding ways to test his loyalty or test how far he would
go to show how much he loved him, but at this moment, he didn�t feel like he
was worthy to do anything for his Young Master, not after his terrible betrayal
to him that day in the kitchen.

�� Remus,
what is wrong?� Draco couldn�t hold back his question any longer. He had been
dying to ask this ever since Remus first denied sex
from him that day. He tried to brush it off but the more he was denied the
loving they usually have every other day, the more the question itched within
him. �You are silent and far off. Something happen?�

�� No, nothing happened,� Remus replied, his face seemingly casual but his heart
beating wildly, feeling nervous. Was he being obvious? Had his cover blown? Had
someone told Draco about what happened? But he was sure no one was in the room
when he and Lucius did that shameful deed�

�� Yes, it did. That day you acted
like you wanted me, you go make tea and then you don�t want to be ten feet near
me. Since then, every time I tried to get you fuck me blind, you always had an
excuse, and you seem to be avoiding me in one way or another. Tell me the
truth, Remy. Did something happen?�

�� Nothing happened. Really. I�m just a little�tired from everyday
chores, that�s all. Nothing wrong about that, is it?�

�� What do you do all day?� Draco
demanded.

�� The usual,� Remus
shrugged. �Cleaning up after you, cooking, washing, making your tea��

�� You�re never tired by those trivial
chores before.�

�� Well, there�s always a first.�

�� Draco narrowed his eyes, glaring at
him skeptically. He knew he was lying. He could tell. Years having this
half-werewolf around taught him the little tells and body languages he had
whenever he was telling something far from the truth, like not looking at him
directly in the eye, for instance, and also scratching an itch that was
probably not there, which was exactly what he was doing now. His eyes darted
down to where Remus was pretending to scratch and saw
a mark was around his hip. Immediately he pulled the shirt up without warning
and saw that it was a large bruise. Glaring at him, he demanded an explanation.

�� What is that, Remus?�

�� Remus�
breath hitched. He had totally forgotten that he had that bruise because Lucius held him tightly there so that he wouldn�t struggle
when he raped him that day. Quickly, he pulled his shirt down.

�� Th�That�s�
That�s nothing, I just�bumped against a table��

�� That is a fucking finger print, Remus! I�m not stupid!� Draco growled as he pulled the
shirt up, seeing more bruises on the other side. His voice was shaking in anger
as he asked, �Did you�Did someone fuck you?�

�� No!� Remus
replied almost too quickly. �No, no one fucked me! I would never��

�� Someone did, Remus.
I know someone did!� Draco shouted, tears started
coming out of his silver-grey eyes and down his fair cheeks. �Who was it, damn
it! Who the fuck did you fuck?!�

�� Draco, please,� Remus
said as he tried to wipe the tears away. The last thing he wanted was him to
know that his father raped his one and only slave and get in trouble with him.
�Don�t be that way, please��

�� Then tell me!� Draco pushed his
hands away hastily. �Just tell me!�

�� I�� Remus
wanted to, was dying to, but couldn�t. �I can�t��

�� Why? Do you love him?� His voice
was now shaking with something else that Remus
recognized as hate, anger, jealousy and the worst of all feelings he feared
from him: disgust. That broke all Remus� reserves.

�� No! No! How could you say that?! I
love no one else but you! I would never love that bastard! Never! I hate him! I
hate him with everything I've got! But he�� Remus
looked down and shut his eyes tight, struggling hard not to cry.

�� He�?� Draco thought, then the idea started to click. He knew his beloved had
always hated someone, even before he was given ownership of the half-werewolf.
He was the only person he would ever had that intense negative emotion� �My father?�

�� Remus soon
broke down and cried. He hid his face in his hands, feeling utterly remorseful.
Draco, after digesting everything in, glowered and his face became darker shade
of colour, his eyes screaming bloody murder.

�� I am going to kill him,� the boy
said quietly.

�� No! No, please don�t!� Remus begged, holding onto Draco�s sleeves. He didn�t want
this to happen. Not this way.

�� Go to our room now.�

�� No, I beg you, don�t�Please��

�� To our bedroom, Remus Lupin, now.�

�� Remus
wanted to persuade him but knew he couldn�t once he started calling him by his
full name. He obediently walked back to the bedroom under Draco�s watchful eye.
As soon as he entered the room, Draco slammed the door and locked it with his
own set of keys. As expected, the horrified Remus
could be heard banging against the door and shouting out his name, begging him
not to do anything stupid. He barked another order to tell him to stay put and
don�t move, calling him by his full name to emphasize the point. After standing
out there waiting for Remus to quiet down, he stomped
towards his father�s study and barged in without even bothering to knock,
glaring at him venomously.

�� You bastard!
You sick bastard!�

�� Lucius was
quite taken aback, although he could pretty much guess what the outburst was
about by the look on his son�s face. He knew it was going to happen sooner or
later anyway, either by Remus telling him intentionally
or accidentally, or Draco had figured it out on his own, but that didn�t mean
he would allow his son to raise his voice at him.

�� What is the meaning of this, boy?� Lucius asked sternly.

�� Don�t �boy� me, Father. You touched
my slave! Is it not enough that you had to ruin Uncle Sev and Harry�s life? Now you have to ruin my slave?!�

�� Watch who you�re talking to, boy,� Lucius stood up and moved towards his son, his pride
challenged. �I will not tolerate such behaviour. And
so what if I did touch your slave? He used to belong to me, and he is bound
under the public property factor. You, the son of a Ministry member, should
know better than to question that!�

�� I don�t give a damn about that
public property factor! That�s just a bunch of bullocks!� Draco yelled, willing
away his tears. �You have that new slave Black gave you! Why can�t you fuck
her?! What do you have to touch my Remus?!�

�� Because I feel
like it. And because I don�t think it�s any of your business questioning
my decisions. I am the man of the house and your father. My word is law. Now
get out of this room before you embarrass yourself.�

�� No, Father. You are going to pay
for hurting my Remus.�

�� Without warning, he lunged at him,
catching the older man by surprise as he pinned him to the ground with his own
body weight. He wished he had his wand right now so that he could hex him with
whatever curse he has got in his mind right now, but unfortunately, due to the
rise in performing illegal under-aged magic back then when he was in his 2^nd
year, Hogwarts had made it a rule to have all students keep their wands in the
school grounds under Filch�s care until they have
graduated and old enough to possess them, and that wand-using have to be
confined within school hours till then. He leaned over him, punching him in the
face until his nose bled. He knew when it was over he would be in BIG trouble
but all that mattered now was to inflict pain on him as much as the latter did
to his beloved.

�� His victory didn�t last
long. Lucius soon regained control of the situation
as he reached for the wand that was built in together with his cane and pointed
it at him, yelling out a spell to push him off. Draco flew off, hitting the
wall, but in only a moment he was standing and charging towards him, anger and
adrenaline fueling his desires to bash his father into a pulp. Lucius, again, suffered a few blows from Draco before
grabbing both his wrists to stop him.

�� You
little snot! How dare you attack me?! I�m your father! Who do you think
you are?!�

�� Draco just attacked him
again, kicking his shin as a reply. Lucius took both
his wrists in one hand and slapped his face with the other.

�� I will not allow you to
behave this in front of me, boy! Your mother would be very displeased if she
had been here to see you like this! Now stop it!�

�� I don�t give a rat�s
ass what Mother thinks of me! Let go of me!� Draco snarled. �I hate you! I HATE
you!�

�� Good!� Lucius snarled back as he slapped Draco again and again,
egging him on �Hate! Carry on and hate! That is what we Malfoys
are! We hate the world for its impurity, for its vulgar existence and for its
unfairness to us pure-bloods who deserve to be the rightful beings to run it!
We hate the world that allows blood traitors, Mudbloods
and Halflings to walk around as if they own it, as if they have equal rights as
we do. We run on hate, boy, and the only way to quench it is to be who we are: Malfoys, the probable only true pure-blood amongst the
damned world of impurities! It�s in your blood! You cannot deny it!�

�� Fuck you! I hope you
burn in all seven hells!�

�� On the contrary, boy, Lucius said in a dangerous husky tone that Draco knew too
well meant trouble as the older man accio-s his cane,
�you are going to be fucked.�

�� So saying, Lucius used a spell to ground him onto the floor face down
and uses another spell to strip his clothes off. Draco struggled against the
spell but it was no use. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew his father
was way much better in DADA spells than he was, as his father had always been a
rather fond fan of the Dark Arts.

�� Now,� Lucius said smugly as he circled around the naked boy,
rapping the cane on his palm. �What should we do about this behaviour
you displayed just now?�

�� Draco remained silent,
frowning at the floor with his mind cursing all sorts of vulgar obscenities he
could come up with.

�� I think, our boy needs
to be disciplined�right about NOW!�

�� A loud crack of flesh
was heard as Lucius rammed the cane onto his ass.
Draco bit his lip as the first surge of pain shot through his whole body, but
he kept looking at the ground, trying to distract himself with irrelevant
thoughts. As Lucius continued to cane him, lecturing
him about obedience, about being a Malfoy, and having
pride and all that whatnot he had told Draco since he was a kid, each of his
caning harder than the previous one, Draco let himself cry, but he refused to
cry out loud, knowing Remus would come running as
soon as he could hear him. He doubt that his orders and that thick door could
hold his superhuman strength and his determination to save him could hold him
back if that happened. Remus had always protected him
through thick and thin, and it was his turn to protect him. He had learned to
block out his father�s rants anyway ever since he was old enough to know that
whatever his father said were just bullshit blown in the wind.

�� Lucius
continues to whack him until he was black and blue. Most of his blows were
directed onto his butt, with a few other stray streaks on his side, his hips
and his back. Finally, when he was tired of exerting his anger and energy on
his son, he released the spell off him and went back to his seat to smoke his
pipe.

�� Let that be a lesson to
you for biting the hand that feeds you. Now get dressed and get out of my
sight.�

�� Draco put on his clothes,
wincing a little as his clothes brushed against his
bruises, and ran out. His backside hurt so bad he feared his father had broken
something. He stood outside his room and wiped his face off his tears, willing
away anymore that were coming down. No matter how much it hurt, he knew it was
nothing like being raped, and he was a Malfoy. Malfoys can take in anything. Malfoys
are strong individuals who would not crack or be cracked. That was the only
true thing he held firm from all the nonsense lecture
his father bombarded at him. He took out his keys and unlocked the door before
entering the room.

�� Remus,
on the other hand, was getting worried that Draco had not returned. He had
never wanted him to be involved in this. He had hoped that he himself would
bear all the burden and hoped that the feeling would go away and slowly ease in
to the fact that there was nothing that he could do about it and finally be
comfortable with Draco, but all was backfired at that one disgusted question
that was directed to him. He had the right mind to just break down the door and
rushed to his Young Master�s aid, and was about to do so when the door opened
to reveal a grave-looking but nevertheless still-in-one-piece Draco, relieving
him of his anxiety.

�� Drake!
Drake, oh, thank gods you�re alright!� Remus cried as he reached over to hug him.

�� Yeah,� Draco replied as
he patted his back, holding back a wince as he felt Remus�
hand touch the bruise on his back, though it wasn�t as bad a feeling as his ass
was feeling. �I made Father�s nose bleed, it was pretty cool.�

�� You did what?!� Remus exclaimed, horrified and amused at the same time.
�You could�ve gotten yourself killed! Oh god, I was so worried I was going to
see you in a Muggle body bag! That�s what they always
use when they take away my dead colleagues when something bad happens between
them and their masters.�

�� My father would never
kill me. I am his son and heir. The last thing he want ever since Mother was
diagnosed by a medi-witch that she could no longer
have children due to the trauma onto her womb after giving birth to me is to
have me dead.�

�� I guess that much is
true. Come on. It�s been a long day. Forget studying. Forget everything just
happened. You need rest. I can bathe with you if you want.�

�� Naw,
let�s just sleep, OK?� Draco shook his head and gave him a soft smile. He
wouldn�t want to let his beloved see the results of going against his father. Remus would tear him from limb to limb for sure.

�� Remus
suspected something but decided not to question it. He could tell something was
wrong, but thought it would be wise not to say anything. Draco was fine and in
front of him, that�s all that matters. He shrugged and said, �Alright. At least
let me help you change in your night clothes.�

�� I think I�d rather sleep
shirtless tonight. Help me take off my shirt first.�

�� Anything you say, my
little Young Master.�

�� Draco leaned a little
closer and let Remus undo his shirt. He was lucky
that the stray streaks on his side, hips and back were fairly light, so now it
was just a little small dull of pink.

�� Now
yours.�

�� Remus
let Draco undo his clothes now, revealing the bruises on his hips much clearer.
Draco ran his finger it, then leaned up to kiss Remis softly. Remus kissed back,
running his hand along his body down to the ass, not knowing what happened
there. Biting his lip to hold back a pained yelp, he pulled back and tried to
smile casually.

�� Let�s sleep.�

�� Drake,� Remus tried his luck to probe him. �Are you really
alright?�

�� I�m fine, don�t worry,�
Draco said as he got onto bed and tried to lie down, trying to hide the
difficulty he was having not sitting on his butt. Remus,
knowing he was slightly hurting�no one escapes Lucius
without at least a little scratch�but tried to brush his worries away, helped
him lie down in a way that he was facing him and not pressuring wherever he was
hurt and held him close, humming him to sleep.

�� As Draco drifted off
into slumber, he hoped his bruises would go away as quick as possible.

A/N: Ouch! >.O I wouldn�t want to experience whatever
Draco had experienced, even though I grew up as an abused child. Oh, and we
made up about the rule of students having to leave their wands at school and
only being able to use it after graduation. Just because.
Neways, I�m going to continue on with the next chappie. Reviews plz while you
wait!
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