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Harry Potter and the Palace of Stars	By : TigerLilyRoar Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hoshi no Yakata, and their characters are not mine. I do not make any money writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Harry Potter and the Palace of Stars
- 2-I Will Tame your Magic
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Author's Notes: I've been writing Fanfics for a couple years now but this is my first foray into Adult Fanfics. I'm still learning and I hope it's enjoyable. My current beta doesn't read MA fictions so if anyone is interested I would be happy to talk to you.

Chapter One: One Million Pounds Sterling

Not far from Tokyo, far away from the lights of the City and where the night's sky was alight with thousands of celestial bodies, there stood a palatial two story mansion. Once a vacation home for a German dignitary, it now housed a very exclusive Gentleman's Club. With expansive windows and skylights, the employees and guests enjoyed the glorious lights of the eastern night skies. The daytime view was available only to those permanent residents of the home. A well kept garden surrounded by a wild wooded area with a fast moving stream accentuated the stunning sunrises and sunsets.
It was these quiet moments, standing in his luxurious private office, which Master Sakurai cherished. The crimson orb of morning peaking above the tree line basking his rooms on the second floor in a light that chased away the dark, illuminating the secrets most held deep within shadows. It was, by far, his favorite time of the day.
His musings were disturbed by a strong knock at his door and he smiled without moving from where he stood nursing a warm cup of coffee. "Come in, Hirofumi."
The double doors opened, admitting the gentle giant of the house. The incredibly muscled man, with his shoulder-length dark curls and warm pale brown eyes, was already dressed for the day despite the early hour. The dark leather clothing suited the man, accentuating every defined and sculpted muscles with a promise of what lay beneath the clothes. "Good morrow, Sakurai sensei. I apologise for the interruption, but there is a young man, a foreigner, requesting an audience with you this morning."
His curiosity peaking, Sakurai took another sip from the china cup and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the manservant. It was unusual for guests to arrive during the daylight hours but it was not unheard of for petitioners to come at said times. Before the rest of the house awoke, however, was curious indeed. "A foreigner, you say, and young?"
"Yes, Master," Hirofumi bowed his head in a confirming nod, "European in appearance, most likely British, and no more than twenty years old. He is not known to me but he asked for you by name. Were he referred to the Palace by another guest I should have been made aware of his potential arrival."
"How intriguing," Sakurai smiled and finished the last of his cup. "If he has come all this way for a visit I shall not disappoint. Please, show him in Hirofumi."
With another bow of acquiesce Hirofumi left the room, allowing the master of the house disrobe and enter his spacious walk-in closet - that sat between his office and bedchamber - to dress for his guest. Soft white leather pants and a pale blue silk shirt left untucked and unbuttoned was all he donned. The fabric of the slacks caressed his nude groin pleasantly and his hairless chest was left bare, exposing his nipple piercings to the morning air. While not the typical look of sophistication he had cultivated over the years, he did not doubt the unexpected guest would forgive him his casual attire. As he smoothed out his dark hair into his normal slicked back style, he heard Hirofumi return with their visitor.
"The Master will be along shortly," the large slave was explaining.
"Please, stay," a soft tenor voice spoke in perfect, is slightly accented, Japanese. "I am a stranger and I would like for you to feel comfortable while I am with your Master, Hirofumi-sama."
Sakurai glanced at the open door of his wardrobe in surprise, both at the deference shown to his manservant and at the commanding strength beneath the soft words. Even without meeting the young man, the Master could tell this was a man he wanted to know. Pausing a moment longer, despite the urge to rush out to meet the man who spoke in such a way, Sakurai strode casually from the wardrobe. He saw Hirofumi fist, standing near the now closed office door, but it was the young man who was looking out the large bay windows that drew his attention.
The visitor was indeed young, twenty having been a generous estimate, and there was no other way to describe him other than 'Perfection'. Not quite six feet the man's form was slender but muscularly defined beneath his off-white turtleneck and black denim jeans. Almost unnaturally black hair, glistening with dark blue highlights in the reflected morning light, was styled up in short tousled spikes and contrasted exquisitely with creamy porcelain-like skin. But it was the eyes, jewel-faceted jade eyes that burned right through the soul, which held Sakurai breathless when they turned his way.
Arms tight at his side, the young man bowed low in greeting to the Master of the House. "Greetings, Sakurai sensei; I ask you forgive me for disturbing your morning but I could not wait any longer before speaking with you."
Composing himself quickly, though his heart was accelerating beneath his chest, Sakurai joined the man by the window. "Quite forgiven. Might I have your name, stranger?"
"I am called Harry Potter, Master." The young man, Harry, straightened and met Sakurai's gaze. "I've come a long way with the hope that you can help me."
Sakurai motioned to the sitting area surrounding his morning coffee service. "This sounds like it shall be an extensive conversations. Won't you join me for some coffee?"
Once seated, each with a cup of the beverage, Sakurai leaned back in the wingback chair and crossed one leg over the other. "Tell me, Potter-san, why have you come all the way from Britain to seek me out?"
"Harry, please," the young man insisted with a small smile. "For what I am about to tell you, you may call me by my given name."
"Well then," Sakurai returned the smile with cradling his cup in both hands, "you have certainly garnered by curiosity, Harry. It must be some tale."
Taking a seemingly fortifying sip of black coffee, Harry set the delicate cup onto the low table between them. "I will speak plain, Sakurai-sama: What do you know of magic?"
This was not was he was expecting. Touching his cup to his lips, Sakurai took a drink before placing it too on the table. "Parlour tricks and illusions."
Reaching a manicured hand out before him, hovering a foot above Sakurai's cup, Harry curled his fingers and turned his palm up. Against all reason and logic, the still steaming cup seemed to stretch and shift and was soon replaced by a small white and grey kitten with deep brown eyes. The animal blinked at Sakurai and arched its back in a very feline-esque manner only to leap onto the stunned Master's knee. It circled twice before curling up on his lap and purring contentedly as it closed its eyes.
"I mean Magic." Harry said quietly, the anxiety he was feeling bleeding into his words. "I am a wizard, Sakurai-sama; most likely the most powerful wizard in the world and my magic is killing me."
Glancing at Hirofumi, and seeing the man's normally stoic mask having slipped at the display, Sakurai swallowed the flash of fear he had felt and tentatively began stroking the small animal. "I think, Potter-san, that it would be best if you began at the beginning of your story."
The apprehension fled from those green eyes and the young man nodded. "It begins with a secret society of Wizards and Witches hidden across the globe. My people are born with their gifts but there are ways - dark and dangerous ways - of enhancing those gifts or calling more to you. Most sane Wizards avoid such things as it can corrupt the body and soul. However there was one, decades ago, that became obsessed with amassing power and magic by whatever means necessary. He preformed deplorable acts to increase his strength, gain forgotten powers, and to see the World of Magic bowing at his feet.
"This man became the most powerful Dark Wizard in history and the atrocities he committed against his own people and those without magic were unheard of, even after the horrors of the Holocaust of World War Two. He rained down war and death among my people for more than a decade before he was temporarily defeated by a mother's sacrifice for her child. I was that child, Sakurai-sama, and when the Dark Wizard returned he sought me out time and again until he was finally destroyed two years ago.
"Except the rituals and magic the Dark Wizard had called into this plane of existence were not so willing to go back to the ether. Because of a connection that he created between us when he kidnapped me and used my blood in a ritual five years ago, the Magic saw me as his heir. It has infused itself with my not only my own magic but with my body and soul as well.
"It has changed me, Sakurai-sama." Harry stood and removed his turtleneck to reveal a perfectly sculpted torso. "This is not my body. Two years ago I was scarred and gaunt and sickly. My vision was poor and my bones weak and brittle. Now, my sight is flawless; my body is as you see it; my scars and all imperfections have vanished.
"What's more," he reached for a knife that lay on the service tray beside a small jar of jam and held it to his arm. He drew it across his skin, blood welling up and spilling from the jagged cut. Before their eyes, the wound healed leaving only a faint white scar. A moment later it too faded leaving behind blood stained by flawless skin.
Sakurai swallowed as he calmed the lust that had pooled in his groin at the sight. Harry used his own shirt to clean the blood from his arm and set it on the floor next to his booted feet, remaining bare chested and watching the Master as he gathered his thoughts.
"So this vile Wizard, his powers are now your own?" Hirofumi asked for his Master.
"Yes," Harry nodded and took his seat again, "but my body - my magic - was never meant to hold such power. I can feel it, always, just below my skin. Clawing and burning to be used for the dark and evil things it became use to under His command. I was able to ignore it, for a few months, but it began to build up and was overwhelming me. I would cut myself, dozens of slices on my body daily as I tried to bleed to magic from me. It helped, for a while, but soon even that did nothing for me. I sought other releases. A fight club in London helped but not without consequence. The Magic would be sated through the violence but I could feel it escalating each time I participated. When I killed a man, I withdrew. I left my world, my home, trying to find a means to contain the Magic that surely consumes me or to find the means to end it all before I become what He was.
"I was in Amsterdam when I learned of a summoning ritual that would aid me in my search. I performed it, about four months ago, and when it was complete I felt drawn East. The pull brought me to Japan, to Tokyo, and to Hoshi No Yakata. I have watched, hidden by my art, what you offer your Guests and your Employees, Sakurai-sama. The Magic quieted for the first time since it became a part of me, but as the weeks progressed I realized that just watching would not be sufficient for long."
Sakurai now understood what it was that brought this man of magic to his doors. "How old are you, Harry?"
"Nineteen, Sakurai-sama."
"Have you ever participated in scenes like those you have witnessed inside these walls?"
Harry seemed to hesitate and blush, answer enough, before speaking. "I am a virgin, sensei. I have never been with a woman or a man."
"It's not about sex, Potter-san." Sakurai picked up the kitten still on his lap and set it gently on the arm of the chair. It protested with a plaintiff mewl before settling into the fabric. The Master motioned to the man at the door and Hirofumi approached the pair. "It's about control."
With another gesture from the Master, Hirofumi knelt behind Harry's chair and took hold of the young man's wrists in his hands. He pulled the youth's arms back behind the chair and held them there while Sakurai stood from his chair and stepped over the low table. He knelt in front of the restrained boy, pushing Harry's legs apart and kept them apart with his body now positioned between them.
"It's about power," Sakurai intoned when Harry instinctively bucked against Hirofumi's vice-like hold. The wizard stilled when the muscled man's mouth began to nip and suckle at the flesh along Harry's jaw line. Sakurai's mouth assaulted Harry's, lips and teeth clashing as his moist tongue plundered while the Master's skilled hands began to explore Harry's bare torso.
Harry was practically quivering at their ministrations and with indecent moan Harry's hips thrust upward to brush his budding erection with Sakurai's own rising heat. The Master withdrew, pressing down on the younger man's hips, before reaching for the discarded shirt on the floor beside them. He watched as Hirofumi continued his attack on Harry's pulse point and tore the bloodied shirt into strips of fabric.
"It's about wanting to take that power and control." Sakurai spoke with conviction as he used the torn pieces to bind Harry's ankles to the legs of the chair. "Or to give that power and control completely to another."
Sakurai pressed in between the spread legs again, this time undoing the button and zipper of Harry's jeans. He was pleased to see the lack of underwear and freed the hardened cock from its denim confines. He ran his hand over the throbbing member and squeezed it while pumping it a few times.
"Oh shit!" Harry gasped at the touch and groaned and Sakurai's hand moved up and down.
The Master flicked his eyes up at Hirofumi and the manservant obeyed the silent command. He pulled Harry's arms further back, holding both wrists in a single palm. His now free hand reached around the chair and clamped over the young man's mouth.
"It's about pain." Sakurai told the secured young man. With eyes filled with lust and a hint of uncertainty, Harry watched Sakurai intently as the Master of the house worked his engorged cock with one hand and the other dipped two fingers into the cooling coffee. Dark liquid dripping from the digits, Sakurai didn't hesitate as he plunged the wet fingers into Harry's virgin pucker.
Jade eyes widened at the intrusion and his scream was muffled against Hirofumi's palm. Working in tandem, Sakurai continued to jerk Harry's penis while thrusting his fingers in and out of the tight entrance. Harry was writhing against them, screaming against the hand-gag and eyes squeezed shut in pain and ecstasy. When Sakurai curled his fingers, the tips assaulting the bundle of nerves buried inside the anus, Harry's screams intensified and his eyes flew open to bear into Sakurai with such intensity that the Master was unable to resist.
Letting go of the purpling cock with his hand, he enveloped it with his mouth, sucking and licking the hardness with abandon. He added a third finger to the two plunging into Harry's hole, finger fucking him until his fingers were hitting the nerves with every thrust in. With his free hand he opened his pants, this aching member quivering with anticipation. Pulling off Harry's cock with a faint pop of lips, Sakurai rose up on his knees and slid his moist fingers from the virgin ass.
Harry grunted an objection at losing the stimulating digits and inhaled sharply through his nose when Sakurai pulled his hips forward until his ass was hanging off the edge of the seat. Hirofumi was forced to adjust his hold on his arms, letting go of his wrists to pull his arms up over his head, bending the elbows over the back of the chair, and hold them in place with a single hand. The hand over his mouth remained, the strong arm pressing Harry's head back into the back of the chair.
Sakurai picked up the warm cup of coffee, pouring it over Harry's ass and the head of his own erection. Harry's eyes were wide and his breath was coming in frantic pants through his nose as the bulb of Sakurai's erection pressed against his anus. The Master held the young man's hips in place, listening to Harry's muffled whimpers and cries as the head of his cock pushed through the ring of tight muscles. The youth was practically writhing to escape the burning pain in his ass but the Master's unrelenting grip held him in place. The screams intensified the more Sakurai forced his length into the tight entrance. Tears formed at the corner of jade eyes, the orbs hidden beneath clenched lids, and then Sakurai was buried to the hilt in Harry's virgin ass.
"Can you do it, Harry-chan?" Sakurai asked, holding himself still as Harry sobbed and moaned in the pain of the moment. "Can you give yourself in to the pain and pleasure that will bring you to the edge of sanity?"
Slowly he withdrew his length until only the head remained inserted and then slammed back in with such force that Harry's scream still resounded from beneath the hand-gag. He repeated the motion, pulling on the helpless young man's hips to burry himself even deeper with the second thrust.
"There's a fine line between pain and pleasure," the Master said casually as he brutally fucked Harry's ass. Tears were streaming down Harry's cheeks and the younger man was crying out with every violent thrust. Then, with a subtle shifting of his hips, Sakurai drove his cock into the bundle of nerves that was Harry's prostate.
Harry's eyes flew open as his own cock released its load, white creamy cum spurting up his chest and onto his own face. He was screaming against Hirofumi's hand, straining in Sakurai's hold even as the master continued to drive the head of his penis against the thrumming nerves. His pace was unforgiving, fast and hard, Harry's body jerking in the chair with ever thrust until Sakurai's own load was coating the warm lining inside Harry's anus. A moment later, the Master withdrew his sated member and watched with satisfaction as cum oozed from the newly stretched pucker.
The young man was lax in the chair, his muffled screams diminished into satisfied mewls beneath Hirofumi's palm. Removing his own shirt, there was no hesitation as Sakurai used the soft fabric to clean the spent cum from Harry's crease and his own cock before tucking them both back into their slacks. With the silk he wiped the mess from Harry's face but left the sticky substance on the youth's chest.
Practically boneless, Harry offered no resistance as Hirofumi pulled him up into a better sitting position and once again pulled his arms behind the chair. The manservant was nuzzling the young wizard's neck and released his hold over the other's mouth.
"Power and control taken; pain and pleasure given." Sakurai watched them with appreciation, unable to banish the image of how wonderful Harry would look strung up with leather and chains, and sat on the edge of the low table while Harry regained his breath. "Is this truly what you are asking for, Potter-san?"
The young man swallowed heavily and licked his lips before speaking. "Front right pocket, there's a piece of paper."
Retrieving the paper, Sakurai unfolded it and read the narrow document with widening eyes.
"One hundred and sixty million yen," Harry told him, his voice steady and serious as any Sakurai had heard before. "That bank note is the equivalent of One Million Pounds Sterling, Sakurai-sama, and as you can see made out in your name."
The Master shared a look with his manservant before looking back at Harry's jade eyes. "For this amount of money you are obviously not looking for a just scene or two."
"It would not be enough," Harry leaned shook his head. "One year; I will give myself to you for use at your discretion for one year. After that time, if I still have not gained control of the Magic, there is a safety deposit box in Tokyo containing twelve thousand troy ounces of gold - worth ten million Pounds Sterling - for another five years. If, after that, I still cannot control the Magic I will sign over the last of my fortune to you - and believe me, it will still be quite extensive - and I will wear your Deathmask."
Sakurai's calm faltered and he inhaled sharply.
"Believe me, Sakurai sensei," Harry said with the utmost reverence, "I know exactly what I am asking for."
"I believe you, Harry." Sakurai rose to his feet, using the walk over to his desk to place the draft on its surface to gather his thoughts. While he did, Hirofumi released his hold on the young man's arms and knelt to unbind his legs from the chair. He helped the wizard to his feet and supported him when his shaky legs threatened to give beneath him.
"I do not begin to understand your world of Magic, Harry-kun." Sakurai turned and leaned against the edge of his desk, his hands resting beside him, as he watched the young man. "I do not know if what we do will help you but I see you are willing to try. You need to realize: what you ask will not be easy, not for you. I would not be alone to train you or to play with you. Understand that I would see you offered to the guests."
"I assumed that," Harry acknowledged, leaning in to the muscled mass of Hirofumi. "And with how I feel now, after how mild and tame I know what just happened to be, I will gladly accept that."
"Very well." Sakurai leaned back and slid the bank draft into a drawer. "I accept your proposal, Harry-kun. Tell me where you have been staying and I will see your things collected for you."
"Just clothes and things, nothing I require or cannot replace later." Harry told him.
"As you wish." Sakurai approached the young man and stared at him for a moment before reaching out to caress Harry's face with his knuckles. "Hirofumi will show you to your room - the sage and blossom rooms, I believe Hiro - and he will help you clean and prepare you. This afternoon I will introduce you to the others who will, for now, be aiding me in your training."
Watching the pair leave the room, Sakurai walked over to the liquor cabinet across the room. Despite the early hour, this was cause for celebration. The money was indeed welcome, but he was excited about his new guest. Harry was stunning and the image of the young man bound in leather on the rack, waiting with his cock caged, his mouth held wide with a ring-gag, those jade eyes following Sakurai's every move as he unwound the bullwhip... he was becoming hard again with just the thought of it. It would be something to build up to, a few weeks at most, before Harry was ready for something like that.
Having poured two fingers of bourbon he swirled it in the snifter and glanced over at the still slumbering kitten. He approached the animal and ran a finger down its curved spine, rewarded with the loud purr of the feline while it slept. Sakurai smiled.
How long before he could make Harry purr like that?
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