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Maximus Dominus	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three

     Lightning cracked overhead and Harry shivered in the drizzling rain. The bare skin on his back stung as the wind picked up and the rain increased. It pelted his skin and then he was being tugged and his neck lurched forward, his feet following the command of the shimmering leash that guided him through the dense fog. The ground beneath him was earthy and he could feel the mud squish between his toes as he sloshed through the pooling water.

     “Keep up slave,” said a deep, resonating voice and Harry’s lip quivered as chills shot down his spine.

     “Maximus?”

     “That’s Master to you. ” He felt the chain around his neck stiffen and all slack was removed. He heard the crack of a whip echo in the cold, night air and then the back of his legs burned as the whip struck him. He let out a whimper and then he looked up to see the hulking blond before him, his silvery eyes dark and penetrating. They bore into him with such familiarity that he gasped, his eyes growing wide.

     “Malfoy?”

     He saw his fingers clench around the leather grip of his whip and again he heard the snap of his whip only this time it lashed against his bare arse.

     “I am your Master. Say it, slave. ”

     Confused, but quite certain that he didn’t want to feel the pain of the whip again, Harry relented. “You are my Master,” Harry mimicked and he caught the slyest of smirks from the man he knew only as Maximus. Thrice he was struck and upon the third strike Harry fell to his knees.

     “Cast your eyes downwards and speak only when spoken to,” he heard as he fought back the urges to shriek out in pain and then lunge on the man in a show of fury. Instead he found himself groveling in the mud at the feet of the man who restrained him.

     “Yes, Sir. ”

     “You will crawl the rest of the way. It’s not far. You will clean the muck from your legs and feet before you enter my abode. Do you understand, my pet?”

     “Yes,” Harry replied and then the leash was being pulled once again. He crawled on all fours, as the rain slashed across his skin. He was cold and wet and his knees ached from the small pebbles that stuck him with their jagged edges, cutting into his flesh. When the clouds parted and the moons light shone its luminous light down upon the ground, Harry caught sight of his own reflection in the pools of standing water and he was shocked to see what stared back at him. His hair was longer, dark and drenched as it clung to his face and neck. His eyes were the same though, and even though he looked worn and haggard, he could still make out his own likeness.

     “We’re here. Join me inside when you have washed. ” He felt the chain relax and then it was gone. He looked up and found himself at the door of a small cottage with a thatched roof. Next to the door was a vase that had moving pictures up on it that relived battle scenes of times past. He marveled at it only for a moment as he climbed to his feet and lifted the vase into his hands as he poured the cleansing water over his mud covered feet and knees. A bolt of lightning struck a tree nearby and orange and yellow sparks lit up the night sky. He quickly pushed through the door of the cabin and then his jaw dropped.

     Lavish tapestries and rugs lined the walls and floors. There was a roaring fire that blazed and spread warmth throughout the small room. “Come,” he said in a commanding voice and Harry’s eyes darted to Maximus. His naked form was sprawled upon a blanket of the finest caliber, its silver and gold woven threads sparkled in the fires light. He lay against pillows made of satin and his arms were propped behind his head as his eyes danced over Harry’s body with purpose. Harry gulped and he felt his cock twitch at the sight of such a pristine specimen of beauty. Maximus was breath taking to look at. His hair was still wet and it cascaded down his strong shoulders and back. Harry stopped short at the foot of the blanket, his eyes cast downwards as instructed. “Come,” he said again, this time more inviting and Harry bent and slowly knelt before the blond. Looking down Harry felt shame and embarrassment wash over him as he saw that his own cock was now fully erect.

     “Do not feel as such,” Maximus uttered in a husky voice that was once again oozing sex. “It pleases me immensely to see your arousal. Come and lay by the fire and warm your bones, slave.”

     “If it please you, Sir,” Harry said as if being led by magic. He didn’t ever remember being quite so submissive in the bedroom ever before. He and…why can’t I remember his name, damn it. He and whomever he had been with prior to Maximus, that for the life of him he could not recall the name of at that moment, had been fairly versatile when it came to sex, so it perplexed Harry to no end to find himself groveling to the blond Adonis, yet every inch of his body screamed out for his touch and when he opened his mouth to speak he found only a slave’s words on his tongue.

     Maximus yanked him to the floor where he was quickly captured and caged by his body. He was pinned under his Master, and his lips brushed against Harry’s, so soft yet unyielding as Maximus plundered his mouth with his velvety tongue. Harry wanted to drink this moment in as he focused on his searing kiss and the sounds of his own panting breaths. Sandpaper stubble scratched against him as Maximus nipped and sucked at the skin on Harry’s neck. When his Master broke off their kiss and reared up on his arms, Harry was struck with the most delicious of visions. His sheet of blond hair fell like a curtain regally around Harry’s face, encasing him in gold, his expression malevolent, yet angelic at the same time. He felt his cock brush against his own engorged member and goose bumps erupted over Harry’s body.

     “Mine,” Maximus groaned as he thrust against Harry. His hips moved in a controlled rhythm as he slid his length up and down over Harry’s own throbbing penis.

     “Yes,” Harry said in a throaty voice. His cock ached with need.

     “I’m going to spill my seed deep inside you,” Maximus uttered as his ministrations over Harry became more frenzied.

     “Gods, yes,” Harry said his heart racing in anticipation. Without warning his body was being flipped over and his Master’s weight was full on Harry as he crushed him against the floor. His breath was hot in his ear and then Harry’s legs were being pried apart by Maximus’s strong knees as he mounted him from behind.

     “Beg me to fuck you, slave. Beg for my cock. ”

     “Please, yes. I want your cock in me, Master. Everything. All of you. I am yours. ”

     “Harry? Harry wake up.” Suddenly Harry found himself hurtling through space and time, his body being drawn back as his eyes slowly opened.

     “Please don’t go! I’m yours,” He shouted out and then he was being shaken roughly.

     “Blimey Harry, that’s some dream. Wake up, mate. ”

     “Ron?” Harry bolted upright. It took him a moment to find his bearings. Relief washed over him when he realized that he was in his bed at Hogwarts. His head was cloudy and he couldn’t remember how he had gotten back to the castle. The last thing he remembered was Maximus, and the raid and then being naked and alone in the middle of the countryside. Had he apparrated back to Hogsmeade and conjured up some clothes? He had no recollection, but then it dawned on him. He had left his wand behind.

     “My wand. I need to find my wand,” Harry said in a foggy haze as he leapt from the bed.

     “I have it.” Ron twirled Harry’s wand in his fingers and Harry lunged for it but Ron recoiled. “Not so fast. I need to know why you were hanging out with the likes of that cult last night. ”

     “Cult?”

     “That’s right. The same ones that were responsible for Seamus Finnegan being vegatablized. ”

     “Whoa,” Harry said flabbergasted as he stumbled backwards upon hearing the news, his legs shaky as his brain tried to process the information. “What happened to Seamus?”

     “What happened to Seamus? Harry, it’s been all over the papers, I told you that the night at the Three Broom…” Ron trailed off and his expression turned sour. “I told you that. ”

     “I guess I haven’t been keeping up with the news. Since Voldemort’s death though, I just don’t find anything very interesting in those rags anymore. ”

     “Well, just to bring you up to speed, Seamus was found by his Mum in his flat. He was completely nutters, lost in a dream world that we can’t wake him from. It’s a travesty Harry. All he does is wank himself all day long and mumble incoherent words. Hermione says that his wife is beside herself with embarrassment. You know he was the Minister of Magic’s assistant. This scandal doesn’t bode well for the Ministry. We look like a laughing stock, so the Minister himself has been working us extra hours, doing raids, trying to take down this cult that sucked poor Seamus in and ruined his life. ”

     “Wow, I had no idea. Can’t they give him a potion or some sort of remedy to bring him out of it?”

     “I’m not saying anything else until you tell me that you are not mixed up with those loonies. ”

     “Why would you even care if I was?”

     Ron glared at Harry. “If you were, I’d have to bring you in for questioning. Our raid last night yielded nothing. It was hard enough to break through the wards but then when we did manage to get through our wands were rendered useless. The fucking freaks scattered like rats when we tried to apprehend them. So tell me, why was your wand there? You’re quite lucky it was me that saw it and picked it up or else your arse would be down at the Ministry swallowing a boat load of veritserum right about now. ”

     “I lost my wand on Diagon Alley just yesterday. I must have set it down somewhere when I was looking for a book. Can I have it back now?”

     “So you were at Flourish and Blotts yesterday?”

     “Yeah. Damn Ron, why are you interrogating me?”

     “Did you see Hermione there? She was there all day. ”

     “I must have missed her. I just popped in to get this new teacher’s guide that I thought might be an aid for me in teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts,” Harry lied.

     Ron folded his arms and observed Harry with narrowed eyes. Finally, after what seemed like ages his face softened and he tossed Harry his wand. “Alright mate, I apologize. I dunno what I was thinking, forgive me. One of those freaks must have picked it up, though it is odd that I found it there. ”

     “Some things are more easily forgiven then others,” Harry said as he put the kettle on the stove, his hands visibly shaking. He clasped his hands behind his back and turned to Ron. “So how’s the baby making going?”

     “It’s…eh…you know, going alright I reckon,” Ron said nervously.

     “I’m happy for you. ”

     “Yeah,” Ron said with unease as he turned to leave. “Keep an eye on Malfoy for me, would you?”

     Harry’s thoughts were jarred when he mentioned the former Slytherin and his dream came crashing back down upon him. “Why should I keep an eye on Malfoy?”

     “Eh, it’s probably nothing, but Malfoy is working on a potion for the Ministry. The Minister and some of the aurors seem to think that whatever magic is holding Seamus hostage is dark, so they thought someone with more of a dark background might be better suited at finding a counter curse. I don’t trust Malfoy, but he was pretty good at potions back in the day. Arsewipe that he was, was always Snape’s favorite if you recall. ”

     “Yeah, he was,” Harry said, lost in thought.

     “So you’ll do it then?”

     “Do what?”

     “Keep an eye on Malfoy and let me know if you find anything on him. I’ll never trust that bloody Death Eater. The Ministry may have forgiven his family but I never will. ”

     “Why don’t you enlist Hermione’s help?”

     “I don’t want my wife getting mixed up with this. There are rumors this cult is a bunch of faggots and dykes who are playing with some kinky magic. ”

     Harry had taken a sip of tea which he now spat out. “You’re joking, right?”

     “Dead serious. ”

     “Faggots and dykes? Where do you fit into that category I wonder? You’re gay Ron.”

     “I’m not gay anymore. ”

     “Right then, I ‘spose it was somebody else sucking my dick all those years. ”

     “I get you are hurt and a little jealous that I’m moving on and starting a family, but you should try to conduct yourself like an adult Harry. See ya later mate,” Ron said before opening the door and briskly walking out. Harry was enraged and he threw his tea cup at the door. It shattered into a million pieces. He raked a hand through his hair and threw on a wrinkled up robe and like a hurricane he darted out the door.

     “Malfoy, open up. I know you’re in there,” Harry said as he rapped on the door to Professor Malfoy’s living quarters. A groggy Malfoy finally opened the door, his eyes half closed and his mouth opened in a yawn.

     “Bit early isn’t it, Potter?”

     “Let me in. We need to talk. ”

     “Malfoy glanced around the corridor, making sure that nobody saw them, and then he moved aside and let a fierce looking Harry Potter inside.

     “What did you get me mixed up in? We were raided last night by a flock of aurors, you know. ”

     “Yeah, I know,” he said in an all too casual tone that annoyed Harry.

     “You know do you? So much for spending the evening in the potions lab. At least you admit you were there…Maximus. Or should I call you Master?”

     Malfoy smirked.

     “You reckon this is funny?” Harry lunged at the tall, blond and he tried to take a swipe at him but Malfoy caught his arm in mid swing and twisted it behind his back.

     “Perhaps I should tie you to my bed and finish what we started at the cottage. ”

     Harry’s blood ran cold.

     “You had that dream as well?”

     “Indeed. Woke up feeling frustrated as hell too. ”

     “What in the hell is going on! What was in that milk? Why am I having dreams about a wicked tyrant, control freak, who calls himself Maximus and calls me his slave?”

     “I wouldn’t necessarily call him wicked. ” Malfoy released his grip on Harry as he sauntered over to the sofa and sat down with the grace of a cat, his arm slinked over the back of the couch.

     “Bloody answer me!”

     “Alright, just calm down. Give a bloke a moment to wake up already. ”

     “Easy for you to say. I left my fucking wand there and Ron paid me a visit. Told me it’s some cult of sexually deviant freaks. Even asked me to watch over you to catch you in some dastardly act. ”

     At that Malfoy lost his composure. He pulled his wand out and pointed it at Harry and Harry reached for his. “You didn’t tell him anything, did you?”

     “No. I didn’t, though I’m not sure why I didn’t. Perhaps because he’s such an arrogant, ignorant prat.”

     “Yeah, well I could have told you that back in our first year,” Malfoy said and he lowered the wand on Harry.

     “Oh and this coming from a Death Eater. Sorry if your opinion of Ron carries no weight with me. ”

     “Shut the fuck up and sit down Potter. Now!” He said in a commanding voice that reminded him completely of Maximus. Harry sat down next to him on the couch, but kept his distance. “I never thought of us as a cult. Hmm, perhaps it is, though we refer to ourselves as a coven of similar minded witches and wizards. I’ll have to ask Vanguard about that at the next solstice. ”

     “You are incredible!”

     “So I’ve been told,” Malfoy said smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

     “Look Malfoy, this isn’t a joking matter. Seamus Finnegan is a vegetable and the Ministry is hard pressed to bring down you lot. ”

     “You lot? Best include yourself in that then, because you are one of us now. Seamus on the other hand. Unfortunate accident. I’ve searched high and low for a remedy, but I’ve not been successful thus far. ”

      “Unfortunate? Ron says he wanks all day. He has a wife and kids and a job. You call that unfortunate?”

     “I can think of worse ways to spend ones time, and if you and I don’t finish what we started we are likely to suffer the same affliction. ”

     Harry’s eyes grew wide at that. “Just what do you mean?”

   “That dream has me concerned,” Malfoy said and his face took on a serious expression. “I guess I should start at the beginning. ”

     “About time,” Harry cursed under his breath.

     “From what I was told, the coven was formed by Alexander the Great though there is debate amongst the factions about just who started it. Some say it was Cleopatra herself, while others say it started with Julias Ceasar. The history is sketchy, but the message is not. ”

     “All of those people were part of the wizarding world?”

     “It’s speculated, yes. Didn’t you ever pay attention in History of Magic?’

     “Eh, no. I was too busy thinking up ways to kill Voldemort.”

     “You really need to let go the delusions of grandeur, Potter, it’s rather unflattering.”

     “Shut up Malfoy. Just go on already. ”

     “Same sex unions are forbidden in the wizarding world. That has always been the law. The coven gathers twice a year to celebrate our desire for freedom against oppression. We are all glamoured the moment we arrive as to protect our identities. Many witches and wizards burned at the stake for the crimes of merely loving someone of the same gender, or for partaking in what was considered a deviant act outside of nature. It’s quite the rage now, though it’s changed a bit from what it used to be. It’s become hip which is why there are some straight witches and wizards within the ranks. Like Longbottom, for instance. ”

     “Neville?”

     “He met Daphne and fell for her at last year’s summer solstice celebration. ”

     “This is nuts. So what is it that you hope to gain, and where does Seamus fit into this, and why did you say that you are worried about the dream we both shared?”

     “Slow down my Gryffindor slave,” Malfoy joked, while Harry scowled.

     “Have you ever wished that you could openly come out of the closet?” Malfoy raised an eyebrow and stared at Harry.

     “Yeah, I mean of course, but it’s frowned upon. ”

     “It’s more than frowned upon. There was a witch sent to Azkaban just last year when she kissed her girlfriend openly on the mouth at the Leaky Cauldron. ”

     “Ron said she was sent away because she was performing illegal love potions on witches and that she had been warned by aurors three times prior to her conviction. ”

     “Untrue. She was Scorpius’s nanny. He was devastated when she was hauled off by the dementors. Poor tyke, couldn’t sleep for a month what with the nightmares. If you reckon they were hard on her they are far harsher on the wizards. Do you remember Blaise Zabini?”

     Harry nodded.

     “He and I were chums back in school. Perhaps more than chums,” Malfoy said with a hint of sadness in his voice. “One day he got on his broom after a day’s work at the shop. He was a tailor you know. Made the finest suits in all of Britain. Dreadful trying to find a decent suit now. Anyways, got on his broom and it exploded into a fireball. Spent two weeks in hospital, but in the end the burns were too bad and even magic couldn’t heal them and he succumbed to them. Agonizing death. ”

     “You’re saying he was killed for being gay?”

     “I am. ”

     “And he was your…lover?”

     “He was,” Malfoy said somberly. “The Ministry swept that case right under the rug or rather into the closet where it belonged. I had aurors following me for a month after that, watching my every move, trying to catch me being…gay. Thankfully, I married the following month and had them off my back for good. ”

     “I’m really sorry. I don’t mean to sound crass but what about this dream we both shared?”

     “Erotic as hell wasn’t it?” Malfoy smiled and Harry felt his cheeks flush. Damn he was handsome. He wondered why he’d never noticed it before, all those years ago. He had spent his entire childhood hating Draco Malfoy.

     “Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one wearing the collar. ”

     Both men chuckled at that and Harry’s mind shifted to the memory of the statue that he’d drank the milk from.

     “What did that milk do to me?”

     “It’s unicorn milk. Has some magical properties to it in that it can cause hallucinations, but mostly just relaxes you and allows you to be yourself. It’s actually sold over the counter for the use on suicidal house elves. Acts like an anti depressant on them but for us it’s quite different. Don’t take it me self. I don’t need it. ”

     “Merlin, Draco. I wished you’d have told me this before you let me drink it. ”

     “You were the one with your lips around a statues cock. If you recall, it was Maximus who made you stop. You should be thanking me.”

     “Shall I thank you for the collar as well?”

     “I’m sure you will. ”

     “What does that mean?” Harry wasn’t sure he even wanted to hear his response to that.

     “It means, that I don’t think the dreams are finished. We forged a connection the night we were raided and we didn’t finish the scene. ”

     “What scene?”

     Malfoy gulped and Harry fidgeted with unease.

     “A fantasy really. ”

     “What fantasy?”

     “You have to remember that you were my enemy for many years. I obviously don’t feel that way now, but…”

     “But you have some twisted, sick fantasies of torturing me and forcing me to submit to you?”

     “Something like that,” Malfoy responded. “It just was a brief flash in my head when I saw you sucking that statues donkey dick. ”

     Fuck.

     “So what are you implying?”

     He paused. “That I think the dreams won’t stop until the fantasy has played itself out. ”

     “So I have to be your bitch and let you do all sorts of demented things to me?”

     “Yes. ”

     Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

     “Is that what’s happening to Seamus?”

     “I think so, though something isn’t right there. I’m thinking he tried taking a sleeping draught to block the dreams and it backfired and now he’s permanently stuck in the dream world. Vanguard looked pretty upset last night. ”

     “Vanguard?”

     “Big bloke. Red face. ”

     “I saw him,” Harry said as the worry lines on his face began to appear.

      “So if we let the fantasy play out, then we go back to normal and the dreams will stop? But if we don’t then we…” Harry looked to Malfoy for answers.

     “Have adjoining rooms at St. Mungo’s and share a tube of lube to protect against the chaffing. ”

     “Because we will be wanking all day and night like Seamus?”

     “Precisely. Dunno about you but that’s not my cuppa tea. ”

     “Bloody hell, you sick, psycho! How could I trust you? I never should have gone to that place. ” Harry was livid and he turned his wand on Malfoy. “I’ll never forgive you for this. I should have begged Ron to come back to me. But no, what do I do? I fell for the first bloke in a suit that smiled my way. I was stupid and I’ll never forgive myself either. “

     “You fell for me?” Malfoy smiled which just enraged Harry even the more.

     “You are a Death Eater. I killed your kind in the war.”

     “Perhaps you should have finished me off as well. ” Malfoy looked wounded and it was a feeble attempt when he tried to cover up the pain with a sneer. “Back in the room of the requirement. You could have let me die, but you didn’t. Why?”

     “Bad judgment. If I could go back in time…”

     “Yeah? If you could go back in time. Finish the sentence, Potter,” Malfoy said, his face raw with emotion.

     “Stay the hell away from me. You hear me Malfoy? You’re just a twit in an expensive suit. I’m going back to Ron and apologize until he takes me back. I’ll tell him all that I know about you and your demented coven and I’ll be off the hook and rid of you!”

     “And you’re bloody boring in and out of the sack. You wouldn’t know a good time if it walked up and bit you in the arse. Go back to your dimwitted ginger. Be the unwanted third wheel in his marriage. Be sure to suck the lipstick off his cock, won’t you,” Malfoy shouted as Harry stomped towards the door.

     “Fuck you Malfoy,” Harry said as he laid his hand on the doorknob and began to open it.

     Suddenly the door slammed shut and Harry could feel him breathing down his neck. He caged him between his arms and then he was being whirled around where he found himself face to face with a fiery Malfoy. Harry was thrown against the door and then Draco’s body was crushing him, pinning him so he couldn’t escape. He could barely breathe as the blond mashed his body against him and his lips came crashing down over his. His tongue was deep in his mouth, roving and sucking--kissing him with such passionate fervor that Harry felt his toes curl. “Just a twit in an expensive suit, yeah?”

     “Yeah,” Harry said as he wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck and kissed him back with a passion to match.

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