The Death Eater

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Chapter 10, Aftermath

Harry remained huddled and sobbing on the bed for a long time. At first the tears and tantrum were directed at Malfoy, at his rapist and the cruelly gentle acts performed on his body; but soon enough the rage turned inwards. Harry’s omnipresent self-hatred rose again like a spectre to haunt him. He had failed so often in the past, and now once again failure loomed. Not only had he been unsuccessful in protecting himself against Malfoy, he’d given in; he’d begged Malfoy to violate him.

Into this dark mood came Tidus, following Malfoy’s direction to lead Harry to the bathing chambers and prepare him for lunch. Harry wanted to throw up at the very idea of eating lunch across from that wicked man, to have to face the man who had so recently been inside his body, who had barely two hours before forced the worst acts of violence on him. Only the ever present threat of the Dungeons gave Harry the strength to bathe; the act a cleansing one as he washed Malfoy’s semen from his body the best he could, offering feeble prayers that it didn’t take root, viciously scrubbing every last inch of flesh he could reach. The fear carried him through dressing once again in the ridiculous and humiliating tunic.

He balked, however, at the doorway to the Dining Room. Malfoy was already seated at the intimately small table, napkin spread daintily over his lap to protect his pristine robes. He had a glass of water forming condensation at his hand, from which he took a lingering sip as he waited. He was the picture of pure-bred perfection and formality; the juxtaposition between this image of Malfoy and the feral one in his mind of Malfoy thrusting and tearing into his vulnerable flesh made him dizzy. The long, slender fingers rimming the edge of the glass so delicately made his anal muscles contract painfully around the plug still imbedded firmly inside him, made him whimper. He didn’t want to sit across from this man when all he could see now was the demon that raped him!

The whimper caught Malfoy’s attention and he looked up at Harry with dark eyes. They were caught in a moment as the looked at each other, neither willing to look away. The almost electrical charge that the eye contact held was broken in a fragile instant as Tidus stepped timidly forward and pulled Harry’s chair out, a soft cushion appearing on it in a glimmer of magic. Harry flushed fiercely, but under the combined pressure of the Elf’s huge eyes and Malfoy’s knowing smirk, forced himself to sit. He had to keep reminding himself that the worst had already happened, and there was no stopping it; and the Dungeons were not a good alternative.

That tactic unfortunately only seemed to work if you were secure and safe in the knowledge that it wouldn’t happen again. Now the worst had happened, yes, but Harry was faced with the soul-destroying reality of it happening again, over and over and over. He was not foolish enough to believe that pregnancy would save him any more than unwillingness had.

Moving slowly so he didn’t disturb either his stomach; tender from both the rape and the over-indulgence of alcohol before hand; and the areas between his legs that were currently heated with pain, he began eating. The lunch was a huge spread, worthy of a Christmas feast at Hogwarts; a juicy roasted bird, crispy potatoes, sweet vegetables and a mouth-watering array of other delicious nibbles. Had it been under other circumstances Harry would have loved this meal; but today the food was like ash in his mouth and a heavy rock in his stomach. The reminder of beloved feasts at Hogwarts, the reminder of happy Christmases and feeling like he was home and safe and loved made him want to cry again. It wasn’t even three in the afternoon, and already he’d been through enough emotional highs and lows to wreck anyone, and suffered one of the worst days of his life. He couldn’t imagine what Malfoy had planned for the rest of the afternoon that could possibly compete with this morning’s activities.

Unfortunately for Harry, as the last of the dishes were cleared from the table, he was to find out. Malfoy had taken the opportunity towards the end of the meal of slipping his underwear off, leaving him naked beneath his robes. The sight of Harry, even as uncomfortable as he was, made his blood boil and rush southwards. In fact, the very reason for Harry’s discomfort, the knowledge that the little plug was still trapped inside him; it all made his blood rush even faster.

As soon as the dishes had been cleared, Harry scrambled as swiftly as his ill-treated body would allow, and turned to leave the room. He realised it was rude of him to leave this way, and that it was unlikely to succeed, but his shoulders still slumped in defeat when Malfoy called him back.

“Harry! Return to your seat, immediately.” He rapped out, his tone low and cold. It was the same tone he’d used when he’d thrown Harry in the Dungeon, just the sound of that voice made him cringe. He sat obediently, but glared at Malfoy none-the-less. “When you leave my table, you ask politely for permission and leave only when it is granted. Surely even someone with as plebeian an upbringing as yours knows that.” He growled, enjoying Harry’s flinch as he insulted his background. He debated saying more, but thought it was safer, especially for what was coming next, to leave the insults for now. “Your table manners could use some work as well.”

Malfoy walked around until he was standing in front of Harry in the small space between his body and the table. “You need to learn to eat properly.” He murmured softly, this time allowing his tone to soften and deepen as he parted his robes. He enjoyed the way Harry blanched at the exposed skin and sealed his lips tightly shut, but the other boy’s repressive refusal made him angry and frustrated. He just wanted a quick blow job before they moved on to the rest of the day’s activities, but Harry was obviously going to make him work for every small victory and pleasure. He hoped Harry broke of this habit soon, but at the same time he liked seeing the flash of temper and the untameable spirit in the boy – it would be shameful to lose that.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Harry, but I will break you of this habit of refusing me quickly. Now, I don’t want you getting pregnant in this frame of mind, so in about a minute I’m going to pull that plug out of your arse and fuck you; and the only kind of lubrication you’re getting is your own spit. So if I were you I’d get to sucking me, fast.” He hissed the last words with a vicious smirk as Harry’s eyes grew wide in panic and he immediately latched his lips to the hard cock in front of him. He was obviously inexperienced and panicking, and more than once Malfoy flinched away from a potentially nasty meeting with Harry’s teeth; but his tenacity and willingness, under the right motivation, was warming.

When he finally tugged on Harry hair, far more than a minute later, he’d all but forgiven the boy’s initial reticence and was already fumbling the lubricant out of his pocket. He sighed in angry disappointment, however, when the boy fought him off and continued desperately sucking. He was terrified, and either trying to bring him off or get him even more wet, but it was still an act of defiance. With an angry tug he pulled Harry off him and pushed him down on the table.

“That was a mistake, Harry. You see, I was planning on being nice to you. Have the lubricant right here, see; you were such a good boy that I was going to forget about you being naughty. But you’ve gone and spoiled that, because you were trying to disobey me.” As he spoke, he pulled the plug from Harry’s body and moved himself into place. Despite his angry words, he smeared a small amount of lubricant onto his cock anyway. Harry probably wouldn’t even notice that it had been added, but it would help prevent serious damage to the other boy. He lined himself up and pushed in viciously, a part of him relishing Harry’s cries of pain. He’d rather they were pleasure, but he’d take what he could.

Harry was begging again; he was aware of that but he couldn’t seem to stop. It wasn’t until his pain began to die away slightly that he really focussed on the pleas slipping past his lips. He had to make Malfoy stop, he had to make this man realise what he was doing to him! Malfoy was the one responsible for Harry’s care now; he couldn’t be left thinking this was how to control his... Slave...

“M... Master...” He breathed, pain making his words catch even more than the internal agony of actually using this word. “Master, please stop hurting me.” He pleaded softly. He was rewarded almost instantly by Malfoy stopping; he pulled out of him gently and turned him around, looking into tear-bright, lowered eyes.

“Oh, Harry.” He sighed with something almost reverent in his tone. He moved away and called an Elf to him, requesting unknown items from it before returning to Harry. He hugged the boy gently, careful not to pull too much on hurt skin as he held Harry close to him for long moments before the boy relaxed. He curled a little into Malfoy, until the Elf returned with the requested items and he found himself lying on the table once again. He sighed in exacerbation, and a little fear; but he was rewarded for his words and good behaviour with gentle touches to his torn entrance.

Malfoy, behind him, was fumbling with a slippery phallic-shaped ice cube. The long piece of ice was slid carefully and gently into Harry, the freezing ice instantly helping to numb the pain. Before it could settle too long in once place and cause pain, a charm was cast on it to make it slide in and out of Harry in smooth, gentle thrusts that spread the welcome numbing effects without any of the pain. Once the icicle was in place, he turned Harry around and began sucking him gently, intending to bring him to orgasm this time as well.

Despite the fading pain in his anus and the newer area between his legs, Harry hardened nicely in his mouth. It still took some encouragement before he began approaching orgasm, but soon he was coming in Malfoy’s mouth, thrusting wildly up into him and moaning loudly.

After he’d finished sucking the last of Harry’s come from him, Malfoy stood and pressed his lips to Harry’s, sharing the new flavour, his fingers sliding behind his flaccid flesh to the little opening beneath, and then further back, sliding a finger inside gently. Harry moaned weakly into the kiss, a little in pain and a lot of anxiety, but Malfoy’s fingers were gently exploratory as they felt the progress of the freezing icicle inside him. Harry realised Malfoy was contemplating fucking him again, still determined not to impregnate him this time. Hate and panic welled up in him, but at this point it hurt too much to even contemplate Malfoy fucking him there again. The new parts between his legs were sore, but far less pained that his arse right now.

“I want you to...” He swallowed painfully and wrapped his leg around Malfoy’s waist and legs “Make me pregnant...” He murmured, still unable to ask Malfoy to actually fuck him there. Malfoy gave him a genuine, pleased smile, pulling his fingers away from Harry with what remained of the icicle, which was quickly discarded. One of his hands slid seductively up the outside of the bared thigh around his thigh, while he used his other hands to help impose his hips between Harry’s spread legs and push up into him. Harry gasped in a surge of renewed pain, but Malfoy was gentle enough to make it, if not pleasant, then not uncomfortable for Harry as he continued working inside him. Considering everything that had happened between them, Malfoy managed to last a decent length of time, much to Harry’s displeasure, before finally groaning in pleasure and pulsing his come into Harry. He sighed in contentment and leaned against him for a minute before pulling out, putting Harry’s tunic to rights, and leaving the kitchen. He thoughtfully kept the plug away from Harry’s sore anus.

“Right then. I’ll just... Go to my room shall I?” Harry grumbled to the empty room, feeling more than a little out of sorts and upset at Malfoy’s abrupt dismissal of him. The rapid appearance of Tidus to lead him to the bedroom, this time without a nice cleansing bath, barely soothed his ruffled pride.

Malfoy, meanwhile, had slumped happily on his own bed; completely unable to hold back the grin on his face as he closed his eyes and remembered Harry’s performance again. “Master, hmm?” He murmured happily, lost to his fantasies. Their afternoon plans could wait for a while.