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Master Me	By : Vergnugen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco was sitting in the great hall when for dinner when the owl swooped down from overhead dropping a parchment at his place on the table. The parchment was sealed and addressed to D.M. He snatched it up away from Pansy�s grasping hands, tossing her a quelling look for good measure. He stared at the simple lettering, ignoring his friends� questions and demands to know what who the letter was from.

He recognized the writing. It was the same simple and elegant writing that issued from every line of �Quick� quills everywhere. Meaning that whoever had sent him the letter had chosen to hide their identity again.

The letters always came to him when he was alone, so he wasn�t sure how to respond when he was surrounded by people. Paling before a blush spread across his cheeks as he remembered the contents of the first letter that had landed before him only a couple of weeks ago, and all those that had come since.

His eyes swept the Great Hall trying to see if he could figure out who had sent it. There were no faces that he recognized missing, so no one could have been in the owlery sending him the message right then. He shoved Pansy off when she leaned into him and tried to grab the letter again.

His friends were all squawking at him to try and find out what the letter said, but he just shook his head in reply. With a quick, excuse, he clutched the letter tightly in his fist and walked out with all of the dignity at his command. When the doors closed behind him he began running toward his bedroom as though he held a howler, although a howler could never hold such excitement.

He had figured out that his mysterious admirer was a guy from the clues he�d left and Draco was eager to see what he had to say this time. Once he reached the safety of his room, he slapped every shield he could think of across his door before sinking onto his bed and opening the letter with shaking hands, eyes racing over the page eagerly.

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�I have this fantasy, have been having it for weeks. Every night when I close my eyes, it picks up as though it was merely waiting for me to sink down into its waiting embrace.

I am naked, kneeling.�

He licked his lips nervously, his heart picking up speed. He couldn�t sit down. He had to stand up again.

�My body is facing away from my master. He moves close, a pressing warmth against my back that causes my body to respond. He slides his body along my own, hands lightly playing along my sides for support until he is kneeling against me his knees between my own. The gesture is, as always, the same- carefully timed, ritualistic in its exactness.

His pupils dilated, an eager flush spread across his cheeks. Draco peeled off his jacket, eyes never leaving the parchment that he had spread out over the bed so that he could still read while he worked the buttons loose.

�I shiver in anticipation.�

Draco shivered as well, knowing that this one was indeed similar to the first letter he had received from his secret admirer. The shirt fell on top of the shoes he had kicked off.

�My arms are captured at this point and my body is pulled forward so that I seem to be bowing with my arms spread wide to either side. My head is forced forward, my back fully exposed to my master. Some nights I am held by leather straps, other times it is magic that holds me in place. More rare still, are the nights when I am held bound by the hands of his servants.�

He knelt beside his bed, elbows resting on the deep green coverlet. The top button of his trousers was undone. It kept catching against the bedspread with every breath- a slight distraction, the smallest friction so frustratingly close to his firming prick.

�With careful precision he places a blade against me, once, twice. Blood wells up from under the skin of my back and his hot mouth seals over the small cuts. The pain is small and sharp, and I arch away from the blade even as I strain closer to his incredible mouth. His tongue is flicking against my irritated flesh, refusing to allow even a tiny drop of blood to escape.�

Draco raised a hand to his lips, tongue tracing the spidery blue veins of his wrist. His breath was hot, growing the slightest bit erratic against the moist flesh.

�Always the same up to this point. Here is where the fantasy sometimes changes. Usually we are alone and he rides my writhing body, but sometimes there are others there.�

The blond pressed against the side of the bed. Fully hard and demanding attention, he began shifting against his bed, grinding to get the much needed friction against his aching cock.

�Sometimes, he offers one of them my mouth. Last night was one such night. His most deserving servant was there, but I am unconcerned, knowing that I am his special slave.�

His eyes continued to drink in the story laid out before him, even as he subconsciously moved to answer his body�s needs.

�Your slave, Draco.�

Draco�s lips closed over his wrist, and he bit against the soft flesh to keep from moaning aloud at those words. Mine. My slave.

�Sharing even the slightest bit of me is a sign of extreme favor, for you are fiercely jealous and would never allow anyone to touch me without your permission. Your servants mean nothing, hold no desire for me-but on those rare times that you ask me to help you reward one, I will.�

Oh how he wanted what the letter seemed to offer. His other hand slid down the front of his pants, the frotting no longer enough to satisfy him.

�I do it because anyone who knows me would know that I would never willingly pleasure any of your companions. And any who experience my mouth will know that I only do so out of loyalty to you, because it makes you happy to be able to offer what no one else can.�

The satin boxers are wet in the front, blocking his hands from his goal.

While you press against my back, tongue probing the slight wounds you�ve inflicted, I open my mouth as you ask.

The pants he�d wearing are shoved down his hips, along with the boxers that were getting in the way. Draco was too impatient to fully remove his clothes, leaving the pants pooled around his knees.

�Hands fist in my hair, holding my head up as his cock fills my mouth. Thick and full, I struggle to take him as deep as possible without choking. I pull back to swirl my tongue around the head before my head bobs down, swallowing him whole. I suck, my cheeks caving in as I create suction for your peon.

Does this please you my Master?�

�Mine. No mine. No one else can have you!� he growls as his hand wraps around his straining member.

�Your lips move against my back, your erection pressing against me through your pants, thin silk tonight. It doesn�t matter what you wear, any clothing is too much as you rut against me. You whisper words as you ride against me.

�More. Fuck. Yes! Harder!��

�More� fuck� yes� harder!� Draco hisses aloud as his hand picks up speed, tugging against his reddened flesh as he pictures a willing body beneath him.

You grind yourself against me. Your hands move around my hips, one hand pulling my erection in hard strokes, the other cupping my sack and rolling the soft skin between your fingers.

Draco is gasping, desperately eager for the end.

��Suck him harder!�

�Fuck!� He�s close, he can feel it building, his testicles tightening in impending release.

I obey, sucking your minion�s cock harder, laving the silky skin in mouth until white cream burst against the back of my throat. I swallow hastily, but some of the come spills down my chin anyway. Against my back you stiffen with a moan, hips pumping one extra time before you slump over me.�

Draco stiffens, body doubling over in pleasure so intense it sends white hot sparks dancing behind his eyes. Creamy white spatters against the cold stone floor beneath his knees.
�That was last night�s dream.�

Some of his seed spattered against his stomach, trailing over his thighs, and his pants. He doesn�t care. His breath is coming in harsh pants and he tries to control his breathing, steady his racing heart before he begins to read again.

�Most nights its your cock I suck, my Master. My tongue running up and down your length, my mouth devours you whole. It�s your come that I swallow, while your hands fist in my hair.

Do you know what the most frustrating thing is?�

�Not knowing who you are,� he answers the question on the paper without hesitation. His breath catching lightly at his words, tripping them as they fall from his tongue.

�Even after all of that, I could not come. There is a spell. In my dream there is a spell that prevents me from coming at all. The marks you cut into my back are meant to scar. When all of the cuts connect to form a mark, then the spell will be complete. Only then will I be allowed release. Release into a servitude I enter willing, because at the completion of the spell I belong to you body and soul.�

The blonde�s attention is captured by those words. That sounded like a binding ritual, and a dark one. Blood and sex all at once, there were bound to be some books that spoke of the ritual he was describing at the manor. He was going to have to do some research, but what his absent lover wrote of was quite possible.

What a lovely picture you make in my head. Would you look half as magnificent in real life as you do with your head thrown back while I suck you off?

�Probably. You�d know for sure if you stop sending me letters and came to me in person,� Draco snapped at the paper in frustration. He couldn�t care less if it was bloody Longbottom sending him these letters. He wanted. Oh how he wanted.

�I would love to continue telling you about the fantasies I have, but I�m afraid I need to stop now. While I can�t come in my dream that frustration does not exist in real life, so I now have a slight problem to attend to.�

�At least he�s as affected as I am by all of that,� Draco murmured as he stood up, kicking away his pants and reaching for his wand. His legs were rubbery and unstable, even though he an odd hum of energy all over his body. He cast a cleaning spell at the floor and himself before falling onto the bed. Draco shifted around until he was under the covers and he held the parchment once more.

�Sweet dreams, my Dragon Prince of Slytherins.�

He carefully tucked the parchment beneath his pillow. He would find the one who kept sending him these letters. The boy belonged to him now. A casual wave of his wand sent the lights fleeing.

�Sweet dreams, my Lovely Slave,� Draco answered the final line aloud.
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