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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter characters. I did not make money from this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Chapter Warning: minors together, dom/sub, exhibitionism (kinda), maniphillia (fetish)

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Settling In

Draco woke and sat upright, looking to make sure the cargo were all in their places. Seeing blues and greens, Draco's heart kicked hard in has chest. Feeling a little shaky, he turned and saw Harry curled into a tight ball on his side. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed slow and deep. His long, dark lashes rested on his pale cheeks soft as a butterfly's wing.

Draco smiled and lay on his side, facing his boy. Ever so gently he ran his fingertip down the bridge of Harry's nose and over the parted lips. Slowly Harry woke and blinked sleepy green eyes. - happy peace love – spilled into Draco's mind, making him smile wider.

“Good morning, Harry,” Draco said softly.

Harry smiled a sweet smile and moved closer, their foreheads now touching. “Morning, Draco.” - anticipation want.

Draco smiled back and granted Harry's wish; he lifted his chin and pressed their lips together.

The kiss was slow and gentle, lasting sever breaths. Softly, Draco pressed Harry back until the boy was flat and Draco could kiss him more thoroughly. Heat snaked between them, looping as Draco's pleasure fed on Harry's.

Harry began making needy little noises deep in his throat. Draco, tonguing the boy's mouth further open, shoved the blanket down and thumbed gentle circles over Harry's nipple. The little boy arched into the touch and sucked hungrily on Draco's tongue.

Draco broke the kiss and panted for air. Lifting his hand, he pressed two fingers into that willing mouth. Harry opened for him, bright-eyed and flushed. He sucked and licked, wetting the digits thoroughly.

“Good boy,” Draco whispered. He dipped his head until his mouth was near the boy's ear, his lips brushing his cheek. “I want them to heal you, Harry. I want to see that you're mine. Are you mine, Harry?”

- need pleasure submission -

Draco felt his fingers warm and tingle, and he knew Harry's power was working. He let the tension build, let Harry keep sucking and licking until his chin was wet and his lips were swollen. Then he pulled them free with a wet pop and sat up to lift Harry's foot. He skimmed his damp fingers over the torn skin and watched in awe as the healing began.

“Such a good boy,” he all but purred as Harry squirmed – joy embarrassment love -

As Draco continued to stroke the bottom of his feet in soft little swipes, Harry giggled. Draco grinned up at him, love shinning in his silvered eyes. Moving up, he pushed his fingers back into Harry's mouth. He rubbed at the soft tongue, sliding his fingers in and out until they were wet.

The bottom of Harry's other foot was next. Draco slipped off the end of the bed so he could see both feet more clearly. Harry laughed and clung to the sheets, twisting his upper body as Draco tickled his arch. Draco smiled but firmed his grip to keep the boy's lower half still. He wanted to make sure every cut was gone.

Once he was satisfied that Harry was healed, Draco laughed and pulled the boy toward him with a sharp pull on both ankles. Harry's legs went around his waist, and Draco bent forward until he was folded in half. He let his fingers tangle in Harry's wild hair as he kissed him breathless.

“Ready for breakfast?” Draco asked, pulling away just far enough to look into those gorgeous green eyes.

“Yes, Draco,” Harry answered happily, breath warm against Draco's face.

Draco grinned and let the boy up. He found white t-shirts in the armoire. They had to be Brendon's, but at least they would be covered. Harry was bouncing on his toes, smiling as he let Draco pull the shirt on over his head. Clasping Harry's hand in his own, Draco unlocked the door and led the way to the kitchen.

The apartment was quiet. The tv was off. There was no sign of Brendon, but the man's bedroom door had been shut, so there was no telling if he were there or not. Getting an idea, Draco glanced toward the bowl by the door and saw Brendon's ring of keys sitting there. So he must be in the bedroom. Draco shifted his shoulders, tugging Harry into the white, grey, and red galley kitchen.

“Do your thing,” Draco said, smiling as he released the boy. He leaned his shoulder against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

Harry crouched and began opening cupboards, exploring. “What do you like?” he asked, standing on his tip-toes, head half in the refrigerator.

“Everything,” Draco answered with a shrug.

Harry took out a carton of eggs, butter, milk, some green onions and tomatoes. A meat drawer contained a package of bacon. He also found a can of baked beans. Slices of bread went into the toaster. The oven was turned on to warm. (Draco had to bring over a stool so Harry could reach everything.)

Draco was really impressed. Harry moved with a confidence he had never seen in the boy before. Soon enough the kitchen began to smell delicious. Draco's stomach rumbled, but it was Harry he watched. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy. The way his small hands moved so efficiently. The way he sniffed the air above the cooking food. The way he multitasked, having several things going at once. It was like a dance. Draco felt like he could watch Harry forever.

“What's cooking?”

Draco turned to see Brendon in a white shirt and black sweatpants appear on the other side of the island. The man sat on one of the stools and leaned his body on the counter, yawning. His brown hair was ruffled around his head and face. He seemed barely conscious.

“Any way I can get coffee?”

Draco glanced at Harry. The boy kept his back toward Brendon, not acknowledging his presence at all. Draco remembered his order that Harry wasn't to talk to the man and smiled, warmed all the way through that the boy had remembered. He looked back toward Brendon to see the man's sleepy eyes on him. They never once fell on Harry, at least not that Draco could tell.

Something tense deep in Draco's gut began to relax. * Can you make coffee, Harry? * he asked and received a head bob. Draco resumed his relaxed lean against the wall and answered Brendon. “Yeah. You'll get coffee.”

Harry worked more of his magic and in a few minutes, a steaming plate of breakfast was handed to him along with a mug of coffee. Draco slid both toward Brendon and accepted a second and third plate from Harry, who was grinning at him – happy proud.

Draco took the plates and went around the counter so they could sit on the stools. He took the middle seat, putting Harry on the outside furthest from Brendon once more.

“This is great,” Brendon said, sitting up and more alert. He spoke to Draco only. “Very British, though.”

“Thanks,” Draco answered, taking a big bite of beans. The flavor hit his tongue and he smiled. He shot Harry a look only to see those deep green eyes watching him already. * It's delicious! Good job. You're being such a good boy. *

- joy excitement happy peace - Harry practically fell off his stool he was wiggling so much and Draco felt near to bursting with the powerful emotions Harry was feeling.

“Eat,” Draco ordered, smiling, and tapped Harry's plate with his fork.

“Yes, Draco,” Harry answered and dug in.

Draco turned toward his other side. “What's the plan? Do I need'ta clean today?”

“Yep.” Brendon took a long sip of his coffee. “I'll show you around after breakfast. While you do that, I'll pick up a few clothes for you.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “And what do ya want for that?”

Brendon didn't answer for a long moment. He took a few bites of eggs and toast. Blue eyes glanced over to hold Draco's. “Well, I was thinking of keeping a tally until you can figure out how to pay me back.”

Draco ate his tomato thoughtfully. It wasn't like he had many options. They needed clothes if they didn't want to be trapped in the apartment. And he still had to see how involved his cleaning duties would be. For now, he wasn't in a position to negotiate, so he merely nodded to Brendon's suggestion. He would pay him back as quickly as possible. The thought of owing anyone anything set his teeth on edge. Worse was the thought that he couldn't take care of Harry on his own. That thought actually turned his stomach with hot anger.

They ate silently after that. Draco kept an eye on Harry, but the boy ate everything, his little legs kicking softly as he cleaned his plate. Draco finished his own and said nothing as Harry quickly grabbed the dirty plate. Draco snagged Brendon's and passed that over to the happily determined boy.

Harry took them with a bright smile for Draco and gathered all the dishes he'd used while cooking. He set them in neat piles, pushed the stool to the sink, and turned the hot water on.

Draco folded his arms on the counter and let his chin rest on them, just watching Harry move. The boy had to kneel on the stool to have the right leverage, and when he had particularly hard spots to clean, his little tongue would stick out the corner of his mouth. Harry worked quickly and soon enough all the dishes were done and set aside to dry.

Wiping his hands on the towel, Harry jumped off the stool and carried it back around to sit at the counter. Draco ruffled the boy's messy hair and pulled him into a loose embrace. Harry melted against him, rubbing his cheek against Draco's shirt over his chest.

Brendon appeared, fully dressed, hair combed. He flashed Draco a smile, still not dipping his eyes to Harry. “Ready?”

Draco found himself smiling back. He gave Harry a quick hug and jumped off the stool. He took the boy's hand. “Yep.”

xxx

Harry followed behind Draco as they left the apartment and went downstairs. The metal door that led to the street was directly at the bottom, but they turned down a very narrow hallway and turned again so they were under the stairs that led to the apartment. They were at the top of another staircase.

Draco's hand tightened around his a little bit, and Harry knew he was thinking about the Hold. Harry felt a burst of love for the blond who had claimed him, saved him, and Draco looked back over his shoulder, hard eyes softening just a little as they met his gaze. Harry smiled at him and then Draco was facing forward.

Once they reached the bottom, it was too dark to see until the man flipped a switch. Harry's eyes went wide as a large room with deep red walls, black tiled floors, and crazy furniture was revealed.

At the center of the room was a small black stage. A few couches with love seats and stools were arranged around it. Along the walls were big wooden X's with black straps. Weird benches and chairs all made of black leather. There were silver chains with black cuffs hanging from the walls. A glass counter at to the right near the entrance - the kind were jewelery was usually displayed in stores - but inside were whips and paddles and other things Harry had no name for.

“This is the exhibition room,” the man was saying to Draco. “The door over there leads to the bathroom.”

Harry only paid half-attention. He was too busy looking at all the weird stuff. Draco would tell him if he needed to know anything. He glanced upward and then kept looking up. There were pipes that ran every which way across the ceiling. It looked like swings and ropes were up there. It wasn't very high, but he didn't think the man could reach without a ladder.

A pull on his hand had Harry looking forward again. Draco was leading him through a secret door in the wall behind the glass display cases. As they were passing, Harry caught sight of a chair and cash register. They were taken down a hallway that was lined with doors like a hotel. The doors even had numbers on them; one through five. Brendon opened each door as they passed them and Harry stared in wonderment.

One: Arabia. The room was filled with gold and red silk drapes, making it look like the inside of a tent. A large golden throne with a red pillow at against the far back wall. The whole room smelled like herbs, and there was a refrigerator hidden to the side with fruit and juice. Speakers played weird flute music.

Two: the Exam Room. It had tiled a floor and matching tiled walls. There was a metal table-bed, metal cabinets, metal trays that rolled. There were all kinds of stuff in there from rubber gloves and tubing, to weird bags and all kinds of sharp knives. It was cold in there and lit with bright white light.

Three: the Classroom. It had a few small desks in rows. At the front of the room sat a big desk with a blackboard behind it and a rollie-chair. There were cubbies against a wall with shoes and papers and books. There was a globe sitting on a shelf. On the teacher's desk was a ruler and some chalk.

Four: the Jail. It had a cage large enough for a man in the corner. Next to the cage, there was a desk and chair with the only light hanging above it. There were handcuffs on the wall with blindfolds, whips, and floggers.

Five: the Playground. There was a couch and a big tv in one corner. Two dishes were on the floor. There were leashes and collars. Chew toys and jingly balls. A small pillow bed and grooming supplies. Along the wall were all different types of ears and tails.

There was a sixth door that was not numbered. It was the cleaning supply closet. It was huge, almost the size of their bedroom upstairs and stocked full of towels, rags, toilet paper, paper towels, gloves, trash bags, chemicals, and mops with buckets. (As big as it was, it was only a quarter the size of the themed rooms.)

Harry stared at Draco's hand on his as Brendon explained that all of the furniture had to be wiped – each surface type had it's own chemicals (leather, glass, tile, rubber/plastic, wood). The floor had to be mopped and the walls scrubbed, including the bathroom. Usually the exhibition room was used three nights a week. The play rooms were rented out when requested about two to three times a month. It was going to be a big job.

“I need the exhibition room and bathroom cleaned for now,” the man was saying. “You have about six more hours until the party starts. I don't have any rooms rented so far, but if someone wants to use one then you'll have to clean that tomorrow along with the exhibition room and bathroom again.”

Draco nodded his head, saying nothing. Harry stared at him, willing him to feel his eagerness to help. He knew how to clean and cook. Even his before-family had thought he did that well. He could be useful to Draco. He needed to be useful.

“I'll leave you to it, then,” the man said with a smile. “I'm going out. I'll come back with some clothes. I'm locking you down here until I get back. I'll have a set of keys made while I'm out, so you can come and go as you please.”

Again Draco nodded.

“I'll be back in a few hours. The ventilation is really good in here, so the fumes won't hurt you, but you should probably wear a mask and gloves.” That being said the man tossed a wave and left them to their work.

“I can clean, Draco,” Harry burst out as soon as the man was no longer in the hallway.

Draco flashed him a smile and ruffled his hair. Harry ducked his head happily. He loved that Draco touched him. His before-family never did that unless it was to hurt him for being bad, and he'd been bad a lot.

“Good. We'll get this done in no time, then. Show me what to do with this stuff.”

Harry smiled and got the cleaning supplies loaded on the rollie-cart. He explained what each one did. Harry couldn't read, but he knew the colors and smells well enough. Plus, a lot of the bottles had pictures. He grabbed some sponges, towels, rags, and paper towels. He explained why he used different things for different jobs. Draco listened to everything he said. Harry felt full to bursting with pride that he could help Draco.

It was slow going at first, Draco working right next to him as he learned how to clean. But once Draco got the hang of the work, they spread out and were able to cover more area at a faster pace. Their shirts stuck to their skin as they began to sweat. Their hands and wrists hurt from scrubbing. Harry's arms burned from forcing the mop, which was too big for him, across the floor.

They finished the exhibition room and were heading toward the bathroom when Harry asked, “What's all this stuff for?”

Draco froze and Harry nearly ran into the back of him. Draco turned and pulled Harry into his chest. “This is where people play with toys,” he said harshly above his head. Then he pushed Harry back and glared hotly into his eyes.

Harry's heart sped up in fear. Was Draco mad at him?

Before he could get too worked up, Draco shook him a little, making him focus. His eyes were silver and pierced right through him. “You are never to come down here without me. Never, Harry,” he demanded, voice cold and hard, hands holding Harry too tight.

“Yes, Draco!” Harry cried quickly, heart pounding. “I'll never come, promise!”

Draco stared a minute longer and Harry held his breath. Then Draco relaxed and gave Harry a small smile. He ruffled Harry's hair, saying, “Good boy.”

Harry nearly went limp in relief. As he watched Draco push the cart into the bathroom, he realized he never wanted Draco to have that look again. It was like Draco was far away, but at the same time burned as if he'd been stripped of everything but fire.

It scared him, and he realized Draco had looked like that a lot in the Hold. He liked this Draco better; the Draco who smiled and laughed and let himself relax. Harry swore to himself he'd never break that promise. Draco was counting on him.

The bathroom was big. There were six identical black sinks with mirrors surrounded by round fogged light bulbs. Along the far wall were six deep red urinals, and along the wall opposite the sinks were six black stalls. There were red flowers set here and there as decoration. Harry touched one and discovered it was fake.

The door behind him opened and Brendon stepped in. He had two large white bags in his hands. Draco appeared at Harry's side, and Harry felt warm at the thought of Draco ready to protect him.

“Good job with the exhibition room,” the man told Draco with a grin. He lifted the bags slightly. “Got the clothes. Why don't you come up, eat some lunch, and check it all out. You have three hours before the party starts. The bathroom should take you about an hour to clean, right?”

“Sure,” Draco answered and reached back without looking. Harry immediately placed his hand in Draco's grip.

Up out of the basement and up the apartment stairs, and then they were in the apartment. Harry blinked at the bright light, not realizing how much darker the exhibition room had been. He immediately went to the kitchen to put together lunch while Draco stayed with the man and looked at their clothes.

Harry pulled down the bread, cheese, meats, and salad makings. As he built the sandwiches and prepared the frying pan to brown them, he itched idly at his knees and thighs where chemicals had splashed and irritated his skin.

In less then fifteen minutes, he had three grilled sandwiches and small salads made. He carried the first pair over to the coffee table. Clothes were flung along the couch, and Draco was just pulling on some blue jeans. He smiled as Harry offered him the food. Draco took it and leaned forward, giving Harry a kiss.

Harry gasped in surprise, flushing warm as Draco's tongue pressed on his. Draco pulled away with a grin. Harry, breathless and smiling, hurried to get the next sandwich and salad. He gave it to Draco, who passed it to Brendon, and then he went and got large glasses of water. He gave two to Draco. Then he could get his own food and drink.

He hurried back and settled next to Draco who sat between him and Brendon. The tv was on and the man was laughing at something the people were saying. Sighing happily, Harry leaned against Draco and ate his sandwich in hungry bites.

“If we hurry, the sun will still be up when we finish the bathroom,” Draco told him. His arm was wrapped behind Harry's back and he rubbed Harry's arm slowly where his hand rested.

Harry practically melted against Draco's side. “Okay, Draco,” he murmured. He wanted to do whatever made Draco happy.

Draco kissed his head and finished off his salad. Harry hurried to do the same, drinking down the large glass of water. Brendon had already left them, going back into his office to work.

“Wash the dishes later. Come on,” Draco ordered and pulled Harry to his feet. Draco told him to get in some jeans as well as socks and sneakers. Draco pulled on shoes, too. “Grab our jackets. We'll need 'em when we go to the park.”

Harry nodded and did as he was told. Draco put some keys in his pocket and then they were racing down to the exhibition room's bathroom. They cleaned as fast as they could, making sure to miss nothing. This was the price of staying with Brendon, and Harry wasn't about to mess that up.

Once they were finished, Draco practically ran to put all the supplies back in the closet. Draco carefully locked the basement door, then the metal door behind them when they stepped out onto the street. Draco let out a loud laugh, grabbed Harry's hand, and then they were racing. The sun was beginning to set. The sky was beginning to go gold. There were people going in and out of stores. Cars drove by and some parked at the curb.

They ran passed it all; their sneakered feet hitting the sidewalk in a pattering rhythm. Harry smiled happily as Draco continued to laugh. They turned a corner, raced down the block and came to a small square of grass, two trees, a bench, and yellow monkey bars.

Breathing hard, Harry looked around in excitement. He'd never been outside before, not like this. Aunt would let him work in the yard, but he never went farther than that. It was all so big, loud, and amazing.

Draco laughed again and pulled Harry over to the bars. “Come on!”

Harry watched as the blond climbed the ladder and grabbed hold of the bars that went along the top. He swung across and made monkey sounds. Harry clapped and laughed. Draco flashed him a grin that lit up the whole world.

“Well?” Draco called from the other side. “Gonna try 'em?”

Harry felt his heart leap. Draco wanted him to play, too! He quickly scrambled up the ladder and had to stand on tiptoe to grab the first bar. Heart thumping happily, he narrowed his eyes at the other bar and reached for it. He missed and quickly grabbed back onto the first bar with both hands before he fell.

But Draco was there right away, standing on the ground and holding his waist. Harry felt a burst of love and knew Draco felt it by the way Draco's fingers stroked his stomach in warm circles. “You gotta swing a little. Like this.”

Harry trusted his body to Draco and let the blond show him how to swing and catch the next bar and then the next. He laughed and flung his arms around Draco when he reached the other side. “Thank you, Draco! Love you so much!”

Draco smoothed his hand over his hair. “Let's race.”

Harry laughed and climbed again. They both grabbed the first bar and Draco called, “Go!” They swung and laughed and made monkey noises until it was dark and their hands were blistered and raw. A street lamp flickered and illuminated the little playground. Their breath came out in large white clouds as they laughed.

Breathless and happy, Harry followed Draco to the bench. The blond sat on it heavily, panting. Harry knelt on the ground between Draco's knees and lay his head on Draco's thighs. He closed his eyes in bliss as Draco pet his hair.

Slowly their breathing slowed. Harry opened his eyes to see Draco's free hand resting palm up on his knee. He gently touched the sores there and gazed up at Draco imploringly. Draco gave him a nod, his eyes silver as he watched.

Harry shivered, enjoying Draco's eyes on him, and licked a long swipe across Draco's palm. Draco's breath hitched, and Harry practically purred as he gently gripped Draco's wrist, holding the hand still. He gave Draco's palm long, slow licks and gentle kisses before taking each finger into his mouth one by one.

He twirled his tongue around the fingers, eyes cast upward to watch Draco's face as it flushed a soft red. Harry tasted metal, dirt, and sweat. Sucking softly, he bobbed his head slightly as he worked his mouth up and down. Draco was breathing deeply now, his thighs squeezing Harry firmly. Harry came off Draco's thumb with a quiet pop and reached for his other hand. Draco moaned as Harry began to lick and suck the torn skin there.

Harry felt the pressure build, felt how Draco was arching up against him. The cold air bathed their damp faces and Harry took two fingers into his mouth and sucked hard. He held his breath and bobbed his head faster, sucking as hard as he could until Draco gave that wild cry he sometimes gave when Harry healed him before going limp and soft.

Happy and warm, Harry lay his head on Draco's thigh and waited.

After a few minutes, Draco's harsh panting quieted and he began to pet Harry's hair again. “Your turn, Harry,” Draco whispered and Harry looked up to see Draco watching him intently.

Harry blushed and settled back on his knees. Holding Draco's hot gaze, he brought his own hand to his mouth. He gave quick darting licks to the sores there. Draco – silver eyes half-lidded – continued to watch. Harry began to pant, feeling like Draco was holding him under the water, holding him safe. He couldn't catch his breath.

“Fingers now, like you did mine,” Draco said gently, voice low. “Because they are mine, right Harry? And you're gonna treat them just like ya did mine.”

“Yes, Draco,” Harry gasped, arching in pleasure against the purr in Draco's voice.

He pushed his first finger into his mouth. It tickled as he sucked and twirled his tongue. He bobbed his head and felt his stomach begin to feel warm. As he pushed his second finger in without taking out the first, between his legs and nipples began to tingle.

“Good, Harry. Just like that,” Draco rasped. He sank lower on the bench, and Harry draped himself over Draco's lap, taking three fingers into his mouth.

Draco wrapped his hand in Harry's hair and held his head up so he could watch. Harry moaned. There was a burst of laughter as a group of people came along the sidewalk of the park. Harry hesitated, eyes on Draco.

* Don't stop, * Draco ordered, eyes practically glowing. * Other hand. *

Harry pulled his wet fingers out of his mouth. He wasn't expecting Draco to grab his wrist, and he gave a small cry as Draco put his slick fingers into his mouth, sucking on them the way Harry had been. Sharp pleasure tore through his body as Draco gently scrapped his teeth along each finger.

“I think someone's in the park.” A whistle came their way from the rowdy group. “Someone's having fun over there!” Laughter. “Maybe we can join in.” More laughter. A girl's happy squeal, “Frank, we're gonna to be late! Let's go!”

* Harry. Other hand, * Draco sharply ordered, never looking away from Harry once.

Harry practically shoved his hand toward his mouth and quickly licked at his palm, whimpering as Draco began to bob his head over Harry's sensitive fingers. Heat and pleasure built between them until something powerful washed through Harry, making him toss his head back with an almost desperate cry.

When the wave receded, Harry collapsed, heart racing and nearly blind into Draco's arms. The blond was telling him how much he loved him, how good he was, that he'd always take care of him. Harry curled into his warm embrace feeling whole and happy.

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