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Being A Consort	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I absolutely HAD to post something today!!! And would you like to know why??? Because today, April 19^th, is my 21^st birthday!!!!! Apparently, it is also Tesgura’s b-day!!! So Happy Birthday to you again!!!!

I really, really tried to get this up on Friday like I had planned, but chapter 7 just did not want to come out!! But I worked at the past several hours and I managed to finish it!!!! Anyway, here is chapter five.

Warnings: If you haven’t figured out by now that this is slash, you are mentally ill and need to be committed. There is more man-on-man love… sort of. There is also what could be considered torture. I’d be more specific, but I’d rather let you find out on your own.

Please read, review and enjoy!!!!

The next morning I was rudely woken by someone shouting.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my consort’s bed?!”

I jerked up into a sitting position to see Tom standing on the other side of the bed, holding Lucius up by the collar of his shirt.

Grabbing my wand from the nightstand, I threw the first spell I could think of at him that wouldn’t hurt him, a leg-locker.

Tom swayed on his feet and dropped Lucius in favor of grabbing hold of the bed post nearest to him so he wouldn’t topple over. The blonde men fell to the floor; his legs still up on the bed and groaned, “Turn off the light.”

“HARRY!! Reverse this spell right now!!” Tom bellowed. I ignored him for a moment and got one of the pain relievers Snape had given me. “I said NOW!!”

“I’ll undo it if you listen first.” I said as I helped the hung-over wizard back onto the bed.

Tom obviously didn’t have his wand on him, otherwise he’d have done it himself, and so I wasn’t worried at the moment. I’d probably be in trouble later though.

“Make it quick.”

“Last night, Lucius came up here drunk off his arse. I figure he wanted to hurt me for… what happened. He fell over and started crying. I helped him onto the bed; he cried on me and talked for a while until he passed out.” I lied as I pushed the potion into Lucius’ hand.

Tom glared at Lucius. “Is that what happened?” He snarled.

Lucius tipped the potion back, looked at me and then him. “Honestly, I don’t even remember coming up here.”

“Alright I listened.” He glared at me then. “Now undo it.”

With a flick of my wand, I whispered the counter-spell and his legs sprang apart. The first thing he did was pick up the empty vial.

“Where did you get these?”

“Snape. I had a really bad headache last week and asked him for a potion. He gave me a bunch of them and told me not to bug him again.” I hoped if Tom questioned Snape about it, the man would go along with it.

Tom stared at me for a moment then Lucius. “Fine. Harry, get ready for the day and meet me at breakfast in twenty minutes. Lucius, leave before I change my mind about punishing you and don’t come back for a few days.” He stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

I looked at Lucius and wondered if he really didn’t remember anything that happened. It was hard to tell since he was avoiding my gaze. He shifted uneasily for a moment before fleeing the room.

At breakfast, we were alone and Tom was being unusually quiet. I could only assume he was thinking up ways to punish me and I wondered if it would be for Lucius being in my bed, jinxing him, or both.

When we were finished, with me only having picked at my food again, Tom stood, took my elbow in a painful grip, and led me out of the dining room.

The entire way to our destination, which turned out to be his bedroom, he only said one thing. “You are not allowed to see your friends for three days.” I wanted to protest but he sensed it and jerked my arm in warning.

Once we were in his room, Tom shut the door behind us and led me to the end of his bed. “Strip.” He commanded. I did so without looking at him.

When I was naked, he stepped behind me and forced me to my knees. Then he grabbed my wrists and tied something around them. I looked up as he was attaching the other end of the cord to one of the many loops that were part of the design of the bed’s footboard.

Tom walked away and I heard him rummaging through something. He came back a moment later and crouched next to me. “Open up.” He said and brought a vial to my lips. I didn’t want to know what he would do to me if I disobeyed so I did it.

After I drank the potion, he left me again and I heard the sound of the glass vial being set down. When he came back over, he stood right behind and a sharp crack rent the air.

I turned and twisted my head around as best as I could in my position to see what had made that sound. My eyes widened in fear when I saw a whip held tightly in his hand.

“You will get ten, five for allowing another man in your bed and five for daring to cast a spell on me, especially when I was unarmed.” Tom explained. “If you struggle or attempt to escape, each infraction will earn you another two strikes. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes.” I stuttered, still staring at the strip of leather.

“Head down, I don’t want to accidentally hit that pretty face of yours.” Tom said with a smile that just didn’t fit with the mood of the room. However, I did agree that I didn’t want to get struck in the face, so I listened.

I could hear him pacing and feel him watching me, like he was trying to decide where exactly he wanted the first blow to land.

Crack!

I was so surprised when it finally came, I didn’t even cry out.

Crack!

I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Do you think I enjoy hurting you?” I was too afraid to respond.

Crack!

I screamed.

“Answer me!”

“Yes.” I whispered.

Crack!

I felt tears running down my cheeks. Each strike was harder than the one before it and they weren’t evenly spaced.

Crack!

I realized too late that instead of screaming, I moaned. I didn’t have anytime to think about that as the next blow came.

Crack!

Another moan passed my lips and I noticed they were starting to feel different. It still hurt, but it felt good too.

Crack!

I nearly screamed again but this time it was in pleasure. That’s when I opened my eyes and saw that I had an erection. I only felt the confusion for a moment before...

Crack!

Now I was even dripping pre-come.

Crack!

Crack!

The last two blows came one right after the other and the world exploded in bright light.

When I came back to awareness, I was hanging limply from my bindings, panting, and shaking.

“What… what did you do to me?” I asked hoarsely.

Tom mumbled something before freeing my hands and I collapsed in the puddle of come. He picked me up effortlessly and dropped me on the bed as he replied, “The potion I gave you temporarily makes your brain register most pain as pleasure.”

Before I had time to respond, he took hold of my ankles and positioned me so I was bent over the side of the bed. The next thing I knew, I was being taken dry and unprepared.

A scream tore from my throat but I wasn’t sure if it was from pain or pleasure. I had never felt so conflicted in my entire life.

My hands clenched and twisted in the sheets beneath me as he continued to pound into me, his way made easier once I started bleeding. But there was still pleasure and I just couldn’t help it when I started thrusting back.

His movements became more erratic as he sped up. Then he grunted and stilled as I felt the warmth of his release fill me, triggering a second orgasm from me. My throat was so hoarse that I could only whimper my satisfaction.

Tom pulled away and I slid to the floor, unable to hold up even my own weight.

My back was stinging and I hissed in pain. I realized that I wasn’t even on the floor anymore. I’d somehow been put on the bed without my noticing. I hissed again when my back was touched.

“The potion has worn off?” Tom asked softly. I nodded with one cheek pressed against the bedding.

I felt something warm, wet, and soft sliding across my back. The pain from it made me wince and my breath hitch. “It hurts.” I whimpered pitifully.

Another hand started running gently through my hair as he replied, “I know it does. But I have to clean them so they don’t get infected and so I can heal them.” The cloth went lower and cleaned my thighs and buttocks, just barely touching my sore entrance.

When it came time for the salve to be applied, I cried out and shied away from the touch. A hand reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, holding me still.

“It’ll hurt a lot worse if I don’t heal these and they become infected. Now, hold still or I’ll tie you down.” I swallowed hard and did what I was told.

Tom sat me up when he was finished applying the cream to all of my wounds and took hold of my chin, looking me square in the eye. “I do not enjoy hurting you, as you seem to think, perhaps as part of a game where we had safe words and such, but not as punishment. I had to teach you a lesson though. I expect you learned that lesson?” He raised a non-existent brow at me.

I nodded but couldn’t help feeling that he was lying to me. If he hadn’t enjoyed hurting me, why would he have given me that potion? Why would he have gotten hard from it? He had to be lying.

Tom stood and began dressing himself. “There are a few things at the school that need my approval. I’ll be gone for lunch but I should be back in time for dinner. If I have not arrived by then, you will wait a half hour before eating where you choose, unless I have sent word otherwise to Severus. Understood?”

“Yes, Tom.” I replied quietly and brought my knees to my chest. It may have been summer but the mansion was always chilly inside and I was still naked.

“Get dressed and run along.” Tom said as he headed for the door. “I’d suggest leaving your shirt off though. Those wounds need to breath while they finish healing and the fabric will probably irritate them and make them sting.” I ignored him and slipped my shirt over my head. It was immediately clear that he was right but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

Once I was dressed, I joined him at the door and he opened it. He gestured for me to precede him through the door then followed me out.

We walked down the hall together until we reached my room. “I trust you can find something to entertain yourself without setting foot on the second floor? Otherwise there may be a repeat of this morning’s events.”

I tried to suppress a shudder but failed. “I’m sure I can find something to do.” I said softly, staring at my hand which was placed on the doorknob. There was one thing I really wanted to do, but I doubted I’d be allowed outside without him, if at all, and I was a little afraid to ask.

Before he turned away though, I blurted out, “Can I go flying?”

Tom brought a finger to his chin, as he tended to do when he was thinking. “Not outside.” He finally replied. “If you want to that badly, you can move aside all the furniture and fly in the library. It is plenty large enough.” It was more than I expected.

He walked away after I nodded but then stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back at me. “Perhaps I will take you with me next time so you can see the progress with the school and I’ll let you spend some time on the quidditch pitch.” I smiled a little when he turned back.

I couldn’t deny that the possibly made me happy.

Once he was gone, I went into my room, shut the door behind me, and, momentarily forgetting about my back, leaned against it.

Almost immediately, I pushed away from it and tore my shirt off of me. The air hitting my skin quickly soothed the wounds.

I flopped onto my bed on my stomach and noticed I was tired, even though it was only about ten-thirty in the morning. It wasn’t long before I was asleep.

When I woke back up, it was nearly three in the afternoon. I was starving since I hadn’t eaten much at the last two meals so I had a large late lunch. Then I spent the rest of the afternoon swooping around the library. It wasn’t the same as being in fresh air, but it would do for now.

Tom arrived fifteen minutes after dinner was supposed to start. Usually Lucius was there, if not all three of them, but we were accompanied by only Snape as the Malfoys were probably making arrangements for Narcissa.

Before dessert was served, Tom announced he was going to bed early and that I could either go to his room when I was ready or go to my own. I was shocked that he wasn’t making me go with him right then. Not a day had gone by that he hadn’t taken me to bed before going to sleep, aside from the two nights he had been gone. It was difficult for me to believe he was giving me a break after this morning.

I opted to sleep in my own room that night.

Thank you to all of my reviewers!!! I love you guys!!!

adoracorazon: I'm glad!!! And see you shall!!!

Tesgura: I obviously achieved what I was going for then!!! Even more will be here... eventually!!!

Dark Catalest: You have to think back to DH. Near the end, Narcissa lies and says that Harry is dead when he's not. She was killed for lying. Harry was forced to watch her die because he technically lied by going along with it and pretending to be dead. Which happened "before" Harry was Tom's consort.

unneeded: I think this was the first time I managed to type your name out in one try... Honestly, I'm not even sure if he does or not. I think I'm trying for it to come across as he cares about Harry in a possessive sense. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to something that belongs to him unless he's doing it on purpose.

alanis: Do what exactly?

Dreamer27: Thank you for enjoying it!!! Yes, the contraceptive potion was what he put in the drawer.

Jeanette: I feel better now that not everyone was confused about why Narcissa died. As far as who stunned Harry at the beginning, it was just a nameless, faceless death eater.

Celestialuna: I already have one Harry rapefic, I didn't want another one. I don't exactly count the beginning of this as rape, maybe dub-con...
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