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Maximus Dominus	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Maximus Dominus
Chapter Four-His Sir

     He was on his knees, again, as the whip cracked across the back of his stinging thighs. “Please Master,” he called out in the voice of a lowly slave.

     “Yes, my pet,” Maximus purred. “You have been dutiful and obedient. Beg for my cock,” he ordered and Harry did as he was told and begged, again and again.
Crack!
     “No more! I can’t take this anymore,” Harry cried out and he sat bolt upright in bed, panting. He was discombobulated and it took him a moment to rectify in his mind that it was all just a dream. Another one. Another dream where he begged Maximus for his thick cock only to receive a whipping instead. His looked down beneath the sweat soaked sheets and frowned when he saw that his own member was pulsating it was that hard. Maximus, in his dreams was becoming a nightly occurrence. Something had to give. In sheer frustration he reached down and with his hand he began to stroke himself. Faster and harder he rubbed, but it was of no use, he was no closer to climaxing, and yet he’d rubbed himself raw. Tears sprang from his eyes. “I’m going mad and it’s all Malfoy’s fault,” he wailed and then he cursed himself when he realized that his hand had a mind of its own and that he was still trying to rub one off. “Fuck, what do I do?” He sprinted for the loo where he turned on the cold shower and then spared no haste as he stepped in and let the cool water splash across his back. “Just wait until I get my hands on Draco.” He considered which spells he would use when he saw the blond, which ones prolonged the pain for the longest duration. He was wicked mad and hornier than hell.

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     “Harry Potter, the hero of us all! I’m Dexter’s Mum, Mrs. Dimplerash.” Harry stared blankly at the short, pudgy woman who literally came up to his waist she was so short. “You requested a meeting?”
     “Oh, yes I’m sorry, was that today?”
     “Well no, but I work at the sweets shop in Hogsmeade, so I came right away when I received your owl. I’m really more of a Miss than a Mrs. since I’m a widow now,” the woman said eagerly and Harry groaned under his breath. Dexter was failing D.A.D.A, not to mention he was being picked on by bullies, one bully in particular. He just wasn’t fitting in and Harry doubted his ability to succeed in such an environment.

     “Alright, well I wished you’d kept to the appointment date, but since you’re already here and I have this period off —“ his voice faded when he saw Draco Malfoy pass by outside in the corridor. “Excuse me for just a moment. Please have a seat. I’ll only be a moment,” Harry said hurriedly and then he literally chased Malfoy down.
     “A little too eager, Potter. People will talk,” the blond quipped when Harry caught him by the arm and spun him around to face him. Draco looked clean and rested, the complete antithesis of Harry himself who’d gotten little sleep and who was still standing at full salute under his Professor’s robes. Still!
     “Don’t tell me what to do,” Harry said with narrowed eyes. He was seething with anger. “You and I need to talk. Alone.”
     “Is that a request, because I’ll have to check my calendar and get back with you,” Draco replied, smirking. It had been four, long days since their angry make out session in Draco’s quarters. Four days but Draco never left his mind, not even briefly. He couldn’t get the blond out of his head. The way he kissed him was as foreign to Harry as all things Muggle were to Malfoy. It was the intensity that blew his mind. He’d never felt that with Ron, or with anyone for that matter. To make matters worse, not that they could have been much worse in Harry’s opinion, but when they kissed he could still feel that Malfoy was holding a part of himself back. He couldn’t imagine a kiss that was better than that, yet he was certain that the blond still had more to give and that frightened him to a certain extent.
     “Is this funny to you? Because let me tell you Malfoy—“ he was cut off though.
     “Oh Mister Potter. You-who,” Dexter’s mother said as she stuck her head out from his office and waved.
     “Who’s the hag?” Draco asked, quietly and under his breath.
     “You don’t worry about her. You should be worried plenty about me though, and what I might do to you. Do you know last night I—“
     “Shush, alright?”
     “Don’t you shush me!”
     “Shut the fuck up, that woman is a Batpire.”
     “A bloody what?” Harry asked angrily.
     “A Batpire. It’s a form of vampirism. They have extra keen hearing, like a bat.”
     “How do you know?”
     “Look at her teeth for fucksakes, that, and her ears. They’re part bat I tell you.”
     “Hmph, I never even heard of such a thing. Forget about her though.”
     “Bollocks, wait, I recognize her. That’s Dimplerash’s Mum. So what’s wrong with Dexter?” Draco asked, again changing the subject.
     “What? No, that is not what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to—“
     “Potter, I bloody well know what you wanted to talk about. We need somewhere private though,” Draco said, completely owning the conversation. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. “Come to my quarters tonight, but use discretion Potter. That means unseen, understand? Ten o’clock, don’t keep me waiting,” Draco fired off quickly and then he turned to leave.
     “I don’t like you telling me what to do!” Harry called out to him. “But alright. This time only though.”
     “Oh, and Potter,” the blond said as an afterthought. “Move Dexter’s desk to the back of the classroom, it will fix your problem.”
     “Why?” Harry shouted and the blond swaggered back to him.
     “Stop shouting. Do you do that in class as well? It’s loud and obnoxious. I never cared for the way you always had to shout and Dexter’s ears are sensitive. Move his desk to the back of the room, or move it out into the hallway. He does better that way. You’re shorting out his hearing having him sit at the front near you and your big mouth.”
     “You didn’t seem to mind my mouth the other day when you kissed me. “
   “You’re right-- in fact I like your big mouth. Plenty of room for me to shove my cock into, which I’m going to do right here and now if you don’t bloody stop talking about private shit in public,” Malfoy said under his breath and Harry had to adjust himself in his trousers at the mere mention of sex. Thank Merlin for robes. Harry cleared his throat and dragged a hand through his hair, trying to right himself. “Really, so Dexter hears really well? I had no clue.” It was perplexing and more than a little surprising to Harry that it was Malfoy who had realized a problem when it came to one of their shared students, and then tended to it before even Harry had.
     “Clueless, hmm? Well it’s certainly not the first time for you is it? Go on now, your date awaits you,” Draco said with a nod towards the office where Mrs. Dimplerash was waiting and then he left. Harry paced back to his office and then gasped when he saw the pudgy woman’s teeth. She was all smiles and her jagged, pointy teeth looked deadly. He spent the next hour talking to the woman about her son’s progress, or lack thereof and then fending off her advances. He’d never found it easy to blow off the stray, fan, especially those of the female variety. He always felt as though he had let the whole population of witches down in some odd way simply because he was gay.

     Harry splashed an ample amount of aftershave on his face and blew his breath into his hand. It smelled minty fresh which pleased him. “What in the hell am I doing? You’re supposed to be mad at him, remember?” he said to himself when he realized that he was dressing for a date with Malfoy. “Well, I will let him have it, but that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t look good doing it, right?” His cock was still painfully engorged and he adjusted himself in his pants one last time before he quietly crept out the door of his own quarters and made his sneaky way down the corridor to where Draco resided. He knocked and waited. The door swung open and then he was literally yanked inside by the blond.

     “You weren’t seen were you?”
     “No, “ Harry replied.
     “Shot?” Malfoy asked but he didn’t wait for the answer as he shoved a small glass of fire whiskey into Harry’s hands. He was thankful for it and he downed it immediately. “So, you wanted to talk?”
     “Yeah, obviously. I take it you also had the dream last night, and the night before that?” Harry asked. Draco sighed and then he swaggered over to the small sitting room that all of the Professors’ quarters had where he sat down on the couch and kicked his feet up. Harry couldn’t help but notice the way his tailored, white button up hugged his frame and how delectably good he looked in the snug fitting, black trousers and Italian loafers that he wore. He subconsciously licked his lips. The teachers’ quarters were pretty standard with one bedroom, a small living area with desk and sitting area and a basic kitchenette. That was all the luxury the teachers were afforded, but it was ample space and suited Harry just fine. He had a hard time believing that it would ever suit Malfoy, yet the blond hadn’t once complained about it.
     “Of course,” Malfoy replied. “Go on, say what you came here to say,” he chided.
     “Why won’t Maximus just do his worst to me and be done with the whole sordid thing? I mean, that’s not how I initially felt but…if it makes this go away then just do it already! I can’t take walking around with a stiffy all day long and wanking isn’t helping at all since for whatever reason I can’t seem to—oh why am I even telling you this? Something has to give! Why don’t you just take me, in the dream I mean?” Harry asked and he was dead serious. He figured that Malfoy was doing it on purpose as some wicked means of dragging out his pain and torture.
     “Are you done?” Malfoy asked disinterestedly.
     “I don’t know. I think so.”
     “Right then, shut up and listen.”
     “Don’t tell me to shut up. I’m not your slave.”
     “And therein lies the problem,” Draco stated flatly.
     “Excuse me?” Harry was taken aback.
     “The scene has stalled, surely you noticed that? That’s why I keep on having to whip you with the strap.”
     “Stalled? I don’t follow.”
    “Think of it like one of those Muggle movies that are so popular. What are those contraptions that they use to run movies even called?”
     “A movie projector you mean?”
     “Yeah. Think of it like that. Our dream characters are starring in the movie, but the projector is jammed and we can’t play the rest of the movie until its fixed.” Harry stopped and thought about what he said and then a dawning fell upon him.
     “I think I get what you’re saying, it’s like a broken record with a skip on it, so it just keeps replaying itself over and over again. So, how do we fix it?”
     “Well, I have a theory about that but I rather think you are going to want another drink before I tell you.” With that he stood and glided with the grace of a swan to the kitchen where he grabbed the whole bottle of firewhiskey and then proceeded to fill Harry’s glass once more.
     “We’re both adults, so go on. Nothing can be all that bad can it?”
     “Have you ever subbed for a bloke before, or anyone at all for that matter?”
     “Subbed for? Well, I have filled in as the Charms teacher more than a few times, especially right after Flitwick retired and they hadn’t arranged for a new Professor yet,” Harry replied naively.
     “No, Potter, that’s not what I meant.” When Harry downed his second glass of firewhiskey Draco again refilled his glass.
     “You seem hesitant, what are you keeping from me? Just say it.”
     “Have you ever met a Dom?”
     “Uh, a what? Oh, uh, you mean a real life chap who like Maximus is into bondage and other kinky stuff like that?”
     “That’s precisely what I mean,” Draco said and his gaze was unnerving. His silver orbs bore into Harry like a laser beam.
     “No, I haven’t yet, but I’ve met Maximus plenty,” Harry chuckled but Draco did not laugh.
     “Yes you have,” he said and he stared at Harry intently.
     “Oh, you mean you? You’re a Dom?”
     “Does that bother you?”
     “I dunno really. Fuck…” Harry said and then it was he who reached for the bottle where he poured himself another shot. His belly was warm, his cock hard and with each passing shot Malfoy started to look better and better, not that he didn’t already look like a million bucks, because he did. “Is this some kind of proposal? You look quite serious,” Harry asked nervously.
     “Do you want the dreams to stop?”
     “Of course. If I keep wanking like this eventually my cock will fall off.”
     “Then yes, it is a proposal. It’s my theory that the scene cannot progress in the dream world, that is until we progress the relationship in the waking world.”
     “That makes sense. I mean it’s a decent theory and we haven’t got anything else to go on. But why all this Dom and sub stuff? Why can’t we just have a shag right now and then see if the dreams either stop or progress past me getting my arse whipped repeatedly and without mercy. Maximus really is brutal, even if he is hotter than hell.”
    “Yeah, we could do that I suppose, but it would be going against my nature and in so I doubt it would have any bloody effect on Maximus. You’d still be getting your arse whipped.”
     “Because you’re a Dom and regular sex doesn’t interest you?” Harry asked, unsure as to whether or not he wanted to hear the answer.
     “It’s not a choice, Harry. It’s part of who I am.”
     “I ‘spose it wouldn’t be right to fault you for that, but can’t you and I just fool around for the sake of this fucked up dream world and it just be that and nothing else?” Draco looked wounded when Harry said that and he immediately wished he could have eaten his words.
     “Is that what you want, a one nighter with me? Fine then, strip and let’s fuck,” the blond said but Harry felt the pain that his words had caused.
     “I’m not that sort either. No, I don’t sleep around like that. So, you and Blaise how did that work were you, you know in one of those sorts of relationships?”
     “Was I his Dom, is that what you are asking me?”
     “Yeah,” Harry answered meekly. The whole topic left him feeling slightly nervous and more than a little out of his depth.
     “I’m going to be honest with you, Blaise and I had our struggles. In answer to your question though, yes, I was his Dominant and he my submissive.”
     “Am I allowed to ask about those struggles?” Harry knew he’d touched a subject that struck a nerve with Draco, and the blond looked dour and lost in thought.
    “The truth is, he left me shortly before he was murdered. He said it was too much, that I was too much.”
     “Ah, well I can see why he felt that way.” That was the wrong thing to say and Harry knew that, so he tried to soften the blow. “You can come on strong, but perhaps he wasn’t the right wizard? You probably just need a stronger wizard, someone who can take your shit and give it right back to you in spades, who isn’t afraid to do that. ”
     “Like you? That is what you meant is it not,” the blond asked with a hopeful expression and Harry gulped.
     “Yeah, sure, why not? Can you think of anyone else better than me, I mean we were childhood rivals?” That was clearly the answer Draco wanted to hear because he shot Harry a flashy smile and then he stood and extended his hand for him to take.
     “What now?” Harry asked as he took his hand and was hauled to his feet. “Did I just unwittingly agree to something that I’m going to regret?”
     “Do you want to stay hard or do you want to come?” With that he smoothed his hand across Harry’s cheek, where he held it firmly. Harry’s pulse began to quicken, his breaths coming short as he waited for whatever the blond was going to do with an overwhelming sense of anticipation. A light kiss and Harry relaxed as he closed his eyes and sunk into the kiss, but then without warning Draco caught his bottom lip with his teeth and Harry froze when he felt his fingers brush against his stomach and them move lower.
     “Draco, I—what are you,oh yeah,” he moaned when he felt the blond’s pale fingers slip inside his underwear where he gripped onto his fully erect cock.
     “You’re going to come for me and only me and only when I say,” Draco purred and then he cradled Harry by the neck and forced his tongue inside his mouth. His kiss was heady and hot as he plunged and pillaged his mouth, fucking him with his tongue. In and out, diving and pushing further, deeper, while his fingers pinched the tip of his head and then ran circles with his thumb smearing the precum over his engorged head. Harry’s whole body was on fire and the hair on his head felt as if it was standing on end, his whole body electrified. “Come now, come for me pet,” he whispered in such a gruff and sexy voice that Harry involuntarily orgasmed as Draco rubbed him with purposeful fingers. His head fell back and Draco only intensified his kiss. When he was spent and his whole body tingled in the aftermath of his mind bending climax he was left with more questions than answers. How had Draco done that and why? He barely touched him and Harry knew his own body well enough to know that it took him a little more than some kissing and harmless petting. Ron had to work at it at times and Harry himself prided himself with the ability to last. He had staying power, which was often the reason why he topped Ron and not the other way around because Ron had no staying power when it came to their sex. He blew his wad in two minutes flat which often left Harry feeling unsatisfied.
     “Lay with me and stop thinking so much. I can feel it and you’re not thinking about me,” Draco said and he sprawled on the couch, pulling Harry down with him.
     “Draco, thank you. I needed that so—“
     “I know. Now shut up and suck me off.”
     “Gladly,” Harry said, sated and smiling.
     “Wrong. The response should be yes, Sir.” Harry looked at Draco for any hints or signs that he was only kidding around, but when he realized that the blond was entirely serious he apologized.
     “Does it turn you on to hear me call you, Sir?”
     “Immensely,” Draco replied.
     “Then I’ll do it, if only for that reason, Sir,” he said and Draco, who was laying back on the couch with his arms behind his head in much the same pose that Maximus liked to lay in nodded his approval. Harry gazed at him with a fire all his own as he feasted his eyes on the sexy blond while he unzipped his tailored trousers. “Merlin,” Harry murmured when he saw the size and girth of it. Malfoy just smirked at him.
     “Had I known that you were packing this—well, let’s just say that I should have buried the hatchet with you years ago, that, or let the Sorting Hat sort me into Slytherin like it wanted to. Draco laughed.
     “Enough talk now Potter, suck me.” Harry didn’t have to be told twice as he took the engorged member into his mouth and lovingly licked the salty tip. He perked his ears in order to pick up any clues of pleasure from the blond. When he had a nice spit going he took him deeper, but it wasn’t until he accidentally dragged his teeth over the blond’s enormous dick in an eager plunging move, that he heard Draco moan out. Harry smiled to himself and then repeated the tactic until the blond was writhing in ecstasy beneath him. Draco was quickly coming unglued and his hands raked through Harry’s hair giving him a gentle push that slowly increased to full on holding his head down over him as his climax fast approached. Harry reveled in it. Ron was never forceful like that in bed, he was much more considerate than Malfoy was, who thrust into Harry’s mouth with firm hands on his head as he neared his completion. “Yes, you’re such a good pet, sucking your Master so well…I’m coming…Swallow it,” he commanded and then Draco was moaning out loudly as Harry bobbed his head over his perfect cock. The first shot hit the back of his throat with force and Harry swallowed the sticky, salty substance and then he milked him of the last remaining semen that remained. The blond’s face glistened with the sheen of sweat and Harry gazed up at him with loving eyes. No words were spoken between them but Draco reached up and wiped the excess jism that coated Harry’s lips with his finger. Harry parted his lips happily and Draco inserted his finger into Harry’s mouth while he proceeded to suck his finger clean. “You give good head,” Draco complimented.
     “Thanks, Draco,” Harry replied warmly.
     “You mean Sir?” Draco asked and he raised an eyebrow.
     “Yes, Sir, thank you.”
     “Do you wish to stay with me tonight?”
     “Very much so.”
     “Alright, you can stay. You never told me, top or bottom?” the blond asked as he pulled Harry into a post coital embrace.
     “Does it matter?”
     “No, not really.”
     “I already assumed that you plan on topping me at some point.”
     “Repeatedly and often,” Draco said and Harry gulped. “Get some rest, you’re going to need it. I suspect Maximus will have his way with you tonight." Harry’s eyes went wide.
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