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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter characters. I did not make money from this story.

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A/N: I made changes to the previous chapter if you want to go back and check it out. Thank you for your feedback!
Chapter Warning: boy/boy, M for Mature
Fairy Ring
Deep night and winter cold, the forest seemed to breathe around him. Remus walked, surrounded by shifting shadows and haunting laughter. The bushes shook with the sounds of something dangerous breathing within them, the trees whispered secrets and lies, everything was darkness and night, and still Remus pressed on. His whole body ached in the bitter cold. His joints stiffened to the point that he began to stumble.
A pained squeak sounded beneath him and he staggered back. There on the ground was a small, white rabbit. It shivered in the cold as much as Remus did. He crouched, knees popping loudly, and scooped the small creature into his hands.
“Alright, there?” he asked in a whisper.
The forest laughed around him.
He knew it was useless, nature would have its way, but he couldn't help himself. He looked around for a tree with a hollow. He found it after a few minutes of searching. Carefully he set the baby aside. He took off his jacket and then his sweater. He created a little nest with his sweater inside the tree and placed the baby gently within it. Then he quickly pulled on his jacket, feeling colder than ever.
“I hope your mama finds you, little one. I'd bring you with me, but I have a feeling it's going to be dangerous. Good luck.” Patting the small creature one last time, Remus stood and made his way deeper into the woods.
He walked for hours. His eyes were blurry with exhaustion. So he was practically on top of the carcass when the smell finally registered in his tired brain. Remus gasped and stopped, his mouth and nose filled with the scent of fresh, hot blood.
He stared dumbly down at the massive buck. It was huge with fifteen points on it's massive antlers. All that was left of the beast was his head, thin pieces of it's neck, it's front legs, the torn and missing abdomen, and the back legs. He could see its spine, the rest of the midsection missing, presumably eaten. It had to have been killed moments ago. Its body and blood still steamed in the cold night air.
Frozen through, exhausted, an overwhelming urge hit him. Before he realized it, he was crouched next to the fresh kill and leaning forward. Was he going to eat it? Heart pounding, Remus locked his muscles, trying to understand what was happening.
Hungry.
Cold.
Fresh meat!
Remus swallowed and thrust himself backward. It literally caused him pain, his chest and stomach aching. Choking back sobs, he pushed to his feet and turned his back on the meal. Harry... Draco... He couldn’t eat here. Or he'd be trapped. No food. No drink. No matter how bloody tempting. He had to find the boys.
Clutching his arms tightly around his chest, he forced himself to walk away, the sound of laughter chasing him.
He must have slept because he woke curled up at the base of a massive tree. Gasping and choking back cries of pain, Remus forced his body to unlock and straighten. The sound of music, unearthly and full of power, drifted to him on the breeze. An eternal night still wrapped around the forest, and he stumbled as he pushed leaves and ferns out of his way.
A large clearing spread out before him down a slight incline. Moonlight spilled down from a star-filled expanse of night sky. A colored curtain ribboned above them, seemingly to sway with the glorious music. Figures danced and twirled with inhuman grace. Gossamer gowns in every shade of black and silver formed wings as they twirled, and there in the center were the most beautiful figures of all.
Lean and taller than the other figures, two beings danced. Arms swirling and swooping, feet light as they tapped out a pattern, their bodies turned and twisted, hips gyrating to every note that sung through the clearing. The figures around the clearing mixed and interwove around the two in a large circle, but the two danced with each other, allowing no one near.
A flash of green and Remus gasped, falling to his knees. Harry! Draco?
The two figures were no longer children. They were timeless, willowy figures of extraordinary grace. It was beauty, it was glorious, the way they twirled and leapt. Their expressions filled with perfect joy as they came together again and again.
Even as Remus watched, the beat evolved into something more primal. Harry and Draco spun apart less and less. Soon they were rocking together, their bodies pressing close. An expectant sigh went up around the faerie dancers.
Draco slid his hands up Harry's sides, Harry lifting his arms and reaching for the stars, his hands weaving sensuous patterns. Bodies surging together and apart in slow undulating waves, Draco pressed his hands up those slender arms only to drag them back down.
Harry arched with a wanton moan as those steady hands slid down to grasp his hips and pull them tight together. They rocked, seductive in their rhythm, their heads flung back in pleasure. Harry's arms drifted down to wrap around Draco's neck and shoulders.
With a sigh, the brunet undulated and began to sink, his mouth open and tasting the exposed skin of Draco's chest, stomach, hips. The blond's hands slid along Harry's skin, cupping and claiming, until Harry finally settled on his knees and Draco's hands slid into his wild, thick hair.
Remus was panting. He couldn't look away from the gorgeous sight as Harry's mouth opened easily around Draco's tall member. Draco's hands left Harry's head to reach upward, hands echoing the pattern Harry had made, his expression one of perfect bliss.
Harry, on his knees, hands clasped behind him, performed a slow, deep roll with his torso and belly as he slid up Draco's shaft, his head rocking side to side to create a spiraling suction at the tip, only to sink on the downbeat of the music, then that belly-dancer roll, body undulating between Draco's legs as his mouth slid up, his head rocking around the tip.
Sweat soaked, Remus felt his body react. A small part of him was horrified, but it was as if he were hypnotized. He leaned backward on his knees, hands braced behind him, as he became hard and hot, eyes glued to the two youths in the center of the clearing.
Harry's mouth continued to work up and down as his hands unclasped and touched Draco's legs, sliding upward along the back of his calves, thighs, and firm ass. Draco's arms sank in unison with Harry's hands sliding up and grabbed Harry's hair, pulling him off his erection. Harry sank backward, back arching dramatically before sinking flat along the ground.
Draco turned and gyrated over the boy's prone body in the most erotic lap dance Remus had ever seen. There was no hint of shame, embarrassment, or even power. It was wild and free and expressed pure, wanton desire as he moved around Harry's prone form. After several long minutes, the heat building and building in Remus's blood, the blond bent at last to dance his fingertips along Harry's skin.
Harry arched like a cat, languid and graceful, as Draco teased. Eventually the blond sank to his knees and pulled Harry up to wrap slender legs tight around his waist. Their hips rocked together, their heads thrown back, as the music built. Remus was close to cumming.
He watched avidly as the boys reached completion, a glorious cry rising from their throats, a sudden wave of powerful magic crashing over Remus with their wild cries. He gave a yell, stars exploding behind his eyes. It was echoed by the beings encircling the boys.
Blind and throbbing, the ecstasy lasted long minutes. Slowly the thunder of his blood faded away. He could see the canopy above him, the sparkling stars where the trees ended, and the glowing moon. He crawled to hands and knees, pushing up into a kneeling position, his pants damp and uncomfortable.
Down in the clearing, Harry and Draco reclined against a grey boulder at the bank of a river. The softly rushing water wound its way through the clearing, reflecting the brightly lit star-studded sky and the dancing rainbow ribbon in broken glimpses. The music played, but it flowed unfocused as the faeries milled here and there. Platters of ripe fruits and raw meat were offered to the two at the river bank, and the boys fed each other from hands and mouths.
Remus gave a low moan, knowing it was now near impossible to tear the two from this plane since they had consumed sustenance from this place.
“Still your mournful cry, it is unwelcome here, Childe.”
Remus spun to see a petite and gorgeous faerie, golden hair falling in waves, standing over him. Eyes bluer than any ocean stared down into his soul and he shivered.
“You have passed three Challenges and reached our Heart. What brings you to our Court?”
She spoke in a sweet, lilting voice that was human only barely. She offered no threat and radiated kindness. White gossamer swathed her limber form, marking her as different from all the other faeries he'd seen that night. The others were black and silver, threat and death. He was still terrified out of his mind.
“I've come for the human boys, Harry Potter and Draco Black. Please, Lady, they have not had a chance to experience all that their human lives offer.”
“The one you call Draco Black promised to catch us three times, thus starting a Ritual. He and his mate came searching two nights in a row. He is ours as he broke his Vow and did not search for us the third night. Three times three.”
“It was an unintentional Vow, Lady,” Remus pleaded. “Please.”
She stared at him, eyes swirling with an alien intelligence. “They suffered before coming to the Hearth. They feel peace and joy here like nowhere else. Why would you wish to take them away?”
Remus bowed his head, struggling to express the aversion he felt to abandoning Harry and Draco to this place, eternally to dance and eat and fuck for the pleasure of these faeries. They would have no ambitions and goals, nor triumphs or accomplishments. They would have no grief and pain, true, but they would not be themselves, either, able to express their human personalities and souls.
A soft sigh above him and he looked up to see her looking down at him sadly. “Your motives are pure. You have won the right to Challenge the Dancers.”
Remus had no idea what she was talking about, but he did not argue when she gestured him to follow. He walked in her wake, eyes alert as he entered the clearing and passed the dark faeries. They watched him through moon-glow eyes, and it made him shiver.
The boys had finished eating and drinking. Entwined around each other, they watched as the golden Lady approached with Remus in tow. When they got within speaking distance, Draco pulled away from Harry and stood. He was a few inches shorter than Remus, long limbed and graceful. Both he and Harry seemed on the cusp between adolescence and adulthood.
Draco met Remus's eyes without recognition, his body braced as if ready to fight.
“Hunter, I bring to you one who Challenges your place here,” the Lady spoke/sang.
A growl rose up in Draco's throat in answer.
“Remus?”
He looked down into confused green eyes and smiled in relief. “Harry! We need to go back.”
“Back?” Harry's head tilted curiously.
Draco stepped between them, breaking their line of sight. The growl had become a snarl that was not possible from a human throat.
Remus swallowed nervously as he stared into those unreasoning silver eyes. “Draco. Please. This isn't right,” he tried.
The blond crouched.
From the corner of his eye, he watched as the Lady led Harry away toward the tree line. The faeries followed, standing at the edge of the clearing and circling them in. Remus was sweating, suddenly burning hot. Confused, he glanced up.
Horror like he'd never felt before settled at the base of his spine. The moon was suddenly full and fat and beaming down on him. A bone snapped and he howled in agony, eyes snapping toward Draco, mouth open to tell him to run.
Draco was no longer there. A black-scaled monster stood at the river bank watching him through silver, slitted eyes. Feline ears matched the eyes, but the head and body resembled that of a wolf. The long mussel full of very sharp teeth was definitely all wolf. Except the paws, which were cat with retractable, deadly claws. There was a whip thin tail that lashed snake-like at the air. The smell of venom hit Remus's nose and he saw the way the saliva glistened.
Then he was in too much pain to notice anything at all. His mind dissolved as a wave of bloodlust pulled him under. - Kill! Tear! Destroy! - Looking through a red filter of fury, he saw the creature crouching across from him. Gave a warning snarl. The scent of human flesh hit his nose and he launched himself toward the trees.
Prey! KILL!
Something heavy hit him hard. Tumbling. Scrabbling for purchase. Something bit into his shoulder and he screamed his rage and pain, flinging the attacker off, the wound burning hot fire! Screeching, he launched himself at the scaled creature.
Rip! Tear! Kill!
The creature slid sideways away from his attack and claws scored his side. Enraged bellow. Sharp turn and lunge, mouth open ready to snap closed on hot flesh and tear... But the creature rushed forward, bowling him backward, making his teeth snap at air. Pinned, throat enclosed in deadly teeth. Thrashing wildly, maddened by the smell of human.
Teeth began to close around his throat as he struggled. Felt the blood spill, smelled it in the air. Blood and venom. It filled his senses, allowing him to go limp as the essence of human disappeared. He titled his head and exposed more of his burning throat submissively. He was weaker. It was right.
The teeth held for a long moment. Then left him. A nose touched him, a paw scratched at him. He didn't move. Limp, submissive. Burning teeth nibbled at his ear. He flicked his heavy head up and licked at the creature's jaw, whining as pain filled his body, venom spreading.
Alpha. Hurts.
A massive paw pressed into his chest, holding him still. He watched as the creature turned human. A foot holding him down. He tensed, waiting for bloodlust, but venom and his own blood blocked his senses. He slowly relaxed as those silver eyes bore into him, demanding submission. He flopped his head down, whining. A flash of teeth in the creature's human face: approval. Closed his eyes as darkness and pain burned through him.
…
Draco rode a wave of exhilaration and dominance as he stared down at the limp monster under his feet. It was massive: six feet tall, thick ropy muscles, scarred from battles won. And Draco had mastered it. He felt the heartbeat race under his foot, only to stutter and then race again. He reached out.
Harry. Come.
Harry was at his side in less than a minute. His eyes were wide in – fear worry anxiety. Draco soothed him by running his hand through his hair as the boy knelt at the monster's side. Draco knelt behind him and wrapped him in his arms, his hands sliding over Harry's warm skin. He grinned, fierce and wild, as he felt Harry's emotions shift to – desire love need.
Lick your fingers. Suck on them for me, he ordered.
Harry moaned, his head coming to rest back on Draco's shoulder as he obeyed. Wanton and lustful, he thrust two fingers into his mouth and sucked. Draco panted in his ear, stroking over Harry's stomach and nipples as he watched Harry begin to thrust his fingers in and out, slicking them.
Draco felt the bond hum as he rocked against Harry's ass and back. Felt the wave begin to build. Good. Now reach inside his body and make him well. For me. Let me see how good you are.
Harry moaned and reached forward, hips working at the air. His slick fingers touched the monster's bleeding neck and sank into fur to touch the wound. Draco rutted more firmly against Harry's warm skin as he felt the boy's power rise. Felt it surge and spill, the power inexorable.
Harry fell to all fours, half over the monster's body, Draco folded along his back. Draco set his mouth to the back of Harry's neck and bit hard before sucking, tongue pressed hot to the salty skin. Harry arched with a wild cry and the wave crashed over them both.
Draco came to slowly. He was curled around a naked Harry. A few feet away was an equally naked Remus. He felt confused, brain fogged. Where were they? What happened? He looked up and wondered why he was surprised to see warm sunlight filtering through the leaves. Lifting his hand, he was surprised to see it so small. But why should he? It looked normal. Wasn't it?
“Draco?”
He turned to see Harry blinking up at the canopy. “You okay?”
“I think so,” Harry answered and tilted his head to meet his eyes. “I think we were very far away. It was...” He shook his head.
Draco scowled. Had someone messed with their memory?
A rustling sounded and he snapped his head around to see fairy fly up and hover in front of his face. His eyes widened as took in the long golden hair floating around it and the amazing blue eyes.
The time of Dreams has passed. You led many Hunts and Danced beautifully with your Mate. We release you, but know you may call on Us when you have need, Hunter.
Draco was stunned by the sweet, singing voice dancing through his mind. Before he knew it, she darted in and pressed a tiny hand against the hollow of his throat between his collar bones. Something warm and sticky bloomed on his skin. She flew away, laughing a tinkling laugh.
“It looks like a weird circular knot,” Harry informed him, squinting at Draco's throat. His glasses were missing as well as their clothes. “Like a dark blue tattoo.”
Draco shook off the weirdness and stood up, stretching. He'd spent half his life naked. It didn't bother him.
Harry stood at his side, also unconcerned about the missing clothes. “I think we've played here,” he murmured, brow creased.
Draco thought so too, but it was warm. He wasn't cold at all even though they were butt-naked, and it had been growing colder every day since they'd arrived. He walked to Remus. The man looked fine, not a mark on him, and Draco nudged his shoulder hard with his foot.
Groaning, Remus rolled onto his back and sat up. He blinked a few times before turning bright red and drawing his legs up to hide his nudity.
Draco rolled his eyes. “What happened?” he demanded. “Where are our clothes and why do we feel so weird?” He tilted his head toward Harry who was shrugging his shoulders as if to settle something.
Remus blinked at them before tilting his head back with a wild laugh. “We're back! Oh Merlin!”
“Back?” Harry asked. “You said that before. Didn't you?”
Remus was too busy chuckling, curled over his bent knees to answer.
Draco kicked the man's thigh. “Hey! Answer us!”
“Sorry.” Remus got to his feet, hands cupping himself and a huge smile plastered across his face. “Let's find our way back to Lusio, shall we? While I tell you a fairy tale.”
Draco sighed, took Harry's hand, and took the lead. He listened in confusion as Remus told his tale of finding rabbits, almost starving to death, and then finding a magical fairy ring. Remus stuttered and blushed as he told about the fairies dancing. Clearly the man was leaving stuff out, but it was probably fairy sex stuff, so Draco left it alone. The man was a prude. Remus then told of finding Harry and Draco eating at the fairy buffet or whatever, and why that had scared Remus so bad. Draco couldn't remember any of it.
You remember? he asked, glancing back at Harry.
Harry shook his head.
“Fuck,” he spat. “I fucking hate fairies.” He held Harry's hand tighter and looked over his other shoulder to see Remus watching them with joy in his eyes. He felt reluctant gratitude. “Thanks. For getting us out.” His cheeks burned with shame at not being able to escape on his own.
Amber eyes met and held his. “I will always come for you.”
Blush darkening, Draco scowled and snapped his head forward. Harry's – love amusement happiness – wore away at his anger so that by the time they reached the village, he was mostly calm.
He came to a stop as they hit the clearing. The green grass could hardly be seen from under a carpet of wild flowers. They grew everywhere, purples and blues and pinks. The warmth of the sun caressed his skin. Suddenly he knew what had happened.
“Winter's over. It's spring.”
“What?” Remus asked, coming to stand at his side.
“The fairy said the time for Dreaming was over. And the Shaman said something about feeling the winter coming, the time when the Earth sleeps or something. So we were gone the whole winter.”
“Bloody hell,” Remus muttered. He eyed the boys. “You look a bit taller, but not so much. Hopefully it's only been the one winter and not a few years along with it. Come on. Let's find our cottage. We need clothes and answers.”
Draco moved to step forward, but stopped when Harry didn't move with him, his hand pulling at Draco's. He turned to see Harry's eyes wide with – anxiety. His other hand lifted to his throat.
“Draco...”
Draco pulled him into his arms and hugged him. “Shhh. It's alright. I'll find ya a new one.” He leaned down to place his mouth on Harry's throat where the collar used to be and bit down hard enough to bruise. He sucked warm blood to the surface under Harry's skin. You're mine, Harry.
Harry gave a low moan and went limp in his arms – trust joy relief need.
Chapter end.
A/N: Well, that was fun! The boys are now nearing their seventh birthday. Let me know what you think!
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