Promising Submission

Disclaimer: i don't own harry potter or Anita Blake ..duh.

Warnings: there is lots of sex in all these chapters so...don't like don't read.

An: so my beta Crystallyn is back (Yay) so i'll get the next bunch of chapters reupdated as soon as i get them..

Chapter 10

It was a high pitched yip that startled Harry awake the next morning. Reflexes that hadn’t faded much from war caused him to rotate towards the noise, a spell on his lips. He paused however, at the sight that met his eyes. Dobby was half an inch from Nathanial’s wide eyes. The leopard was frozen solid.

“Dobby?”

“Oh! Master Harry is being awake! Dobby was just looking at Master Harry’s Kitty Cat sir! He was not touching what is Master Harry’s, even if Master’s Kitty is very pretty.” Dobby assured him, nodding repeatedly and moving to stand on Nathanial’s stomach.

Stifling a laugh Harry answered, “What were you doing then?”

“Oh! Dobby was just seeing if Master Harry’s Kitty Cat was being awake sir.”

“Well he’s awake now, was there something you wanted?”

“Dobby was seeing if Master Harry’s Kitty Cat was awake and wanted the potion sir.”

Resigned to Dobby’s particular brand of insanity for the morning he sighed. “What potion Dobby.”

“The potion to being having little Masters. Master Harry is being choosing a male mate and so Master Harry’s Kitty Cat will be needing a potion to being getting pregnant Master Harry, yes he is.” Dobby looked earnest, so Harry decided that this wasn’t a joke and called Winky for help.

“Winky what the hell is Dobby going on about?” he asked her when she popped in.

“Winky is not knowing Master Harry sir. Sometimes Dobby being doing things without asking Winky first and Winky is hoping that Master Harry is not being noticing.” She looked near tears and Harry decided to head this off before he had two near hysterical house elves in his bed. This was not what he wanted to do when he woke up this morning; he was actually hoping Nathanial would take the initiative and give him a blow job.

Sighing he sat up against the head board and made some decisive orders to his house elves.

“That’s enough; I forbid either of you to cry. Dobby, get off Nathanial and stand next to Winky on the floor, and neither of you move. Now in as few words as possible tell me why you were going to give Nathanial a male pregnancy potion.” He frowned at them, taking note of Winky’s dry eyes, wide in shock, and Dobby’s near hopping.

He yelled out stop when they both started speaking at once, he’d not specified who was to speak. “Dobby you tell me in a few words as possible.”
“So he gets pregnant.”

“Ugh,” He tried not to pull out his hair and frowned at Nathanial when he giggled. “You think this is funny? If I hadn’t woken up you’d be pregnant by this time tomorrow.” He smirked when Nathanial’s giggles stopped on a yip. Looked like he hadn’t realized what this was really about or how serious it was.

Turning to Dobby he growled out. “Answer all of my questions completely in as few words as possible. Why did you think Nathanial needed a potion to make him pregnant?”

“Master has chosen a male mate, so a potion is needed to get pregnant.” Dobby frowned as if that was obvious.

Harry groaned and threw himself backwards so fast his head hit the headboard with a resounding crack. Both houselves shifted their weight as if to move to help him but they didn’t break his order.

He rubbed the back of his head and gasped out, “Winky explain it to him. I give up.”

She turned and hit the male houself on his head, “Stupid, Master Harry is only being with his mate for a week. Master Harry’s Kitty Cat is not being trained yet. Kitty Cat shouldn’t be getting pregnant until after training or it will mess everything up. Winky knows this, this is why you is being asking her things before you is being doing them. Little Master Potters will be no good without a properly trained mother.” She turned to her master with a nod, hoping for a look of approval or at least a smile, her master was usually generous with these things, but what she received was nothing of the sort. Her master looked beside himself in fury. She shook with almost fear.

“What the fuck is with you two. No!” He swiped an arm down in an agitated, aggressive manor. “I forbid both of you to give anyone in this house any potions unless they ask for them, or if it is an emergency. And you are never to Nathanial a male pregnancy potion or any potions that may cause that to happen unless specifically ordered by me. Understand?” Both houselves nodded, so, satisfied he’d made his point he asked them to bring them breakfast. He turned to his kitten, meaning to apologize but stopped at his desolate expression.

Nathanial was sitting up like him, facing the bedspread, looking as though his world had just crashed. Harry gathered him up in his arms and whispered apologies into his hair. “I’m sorry kitten, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. God I could kill them for upsetting you.” Nathanial pulled away slightly and looked up at him.

“They were just trying to help.” Harry sighed, “I know, but they upset you and it was completely unnecessary.” Harry ran his hand up and down Nathanial’s arm, lost in his thoughts. He’d always wanted kids. When he was a teenager, just discovering his sexuality, he’d been devastated to find out he was gay and therefore unable to have kids. His dismay turned to relief when they covered male fertility potions in Potions his sixth year. He was saddened now that Nathanial was obviously very upset about having kids. He considered, briefly, carrying them himself, but dismissed it. If Nathanial didn’t want kids then he wouldn’t bring it up again.

Little did he know that resting safely in his arms his kitten was having similar thoughts. When Anita had her pregnancy scare some time ago, Nathanial had been overjoyed at the idea that he’d get to take care of a child. He’d always loved children. He’d never even considered children with Harry; the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Now though he knew not to bring it up, having kids with him obviously disgusted his master. He wouldn’t bring it up again.

Both resigned to living childless, they broke apart to silently eat their meal.

Harry glanced discreetly at his kitten and sighed audibly. Nathanial turned to him a sad question in his eyes. “Nathanial, we can’t go on like this. You are obviously distressed and I would rather have you tell me what’s wrong then both pretend. If you are hiding things from me, you cannot trust me. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.” Harry looked at lavender eyes and tried to beg as much as was allowed during training with his eyes alone.

Green eyes widened in shock when Nathanial threw himself in his arms sobbing. “Harry...I’m sorry…I know it disgusts you but…I’ve always wanted kids…and I’ll take it away immediately and hide it so you can’t see it. There are plenty of rooms. It won’t interfere with anything.” Harry’s brain stopped working when Nathanial said he wanted to take his child away from him to lock it up some where, and so he missed the insinuation that the child would be a bother. Resentment took hold in his heart and his eyes narrowed. He grabbed Nathanial by the arms and forced him away, ignoring the flinch and eyes wide in fear.

He spoke in a cold voice, forcing every word past clenched teeth. “Listen here pet. If by some chance you ever get pregnant. There is no way in hell your keeping it locked up in some room in my own house.”

Nathanial quickly got down on his knees genuflecting as best he could. “Please master; I’ll still be a good pet. I promise nothing would ever interfere with your pleasure.” He whispered ‘please master’ over and over getting quieter with every utterance.

Harry closed his eyes in pain. He couldn’t deal with this now. In the few moments Nathanial had spoken, his rage had turned to pain. His kitten was begging to be given a child to take away from Harry. And not only that but Nathanial was going to lock it up out of sight, just like the Dursleys' did to him. He couldn’t do it. Not opening his eyes he said, “I would have given you anything, anything. I can’t look at you. Get out of my sight.”

He didn’t open his eyes to see tears falling from his kitten’s face. He heard the quiet sob, and felt Nathanial move to pleasure him, but he yelled out, “GET OUT!!” Only once he heard the footsteps running down the hall did he give in and scream out his cries into his pillow.

He sobbed for time unknown and felt little elf hands on his head and Dobby’s promises to make it better. He ignored it in favor of giving in to his pain.

Eventually he cried himself out and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. He didn’t understand. Why would his kitten want to take away his child? It didn’t make any sense. He ran over their conversation in his head.

Harry’s mental conversation AKA mental ramblings

I said that I was sorry the elves upset him with the potion talk. Then he said they were only trying to help. To which I said something about it being completely unnecessary. Then he said…well nothing. We both started eating and I got upset that we were going to not talk about it so I told him to tell me what was up. And he started crying and saying he would take away my kid.

Okay here is where it got messed up. What did he say? That he’d always wanted kids….wait what did he say first. Hmm…

End mental ramblings

Harry shot up in bed. His kitten thought the idea of having kids disgusted him? Well that explained why he wanted to hide the child, not wanting it exposed to negative emotions from a father that hated it. Crap. Things spiraled completely out of control from there. His kitten probably thought that he hated him for even asking.

Understanding the problem, Harry got up to track down his kitten. He walked up and down the halls, checking in every room for him before he remembered the houselves.

“Dobby?” He hollered. He looked down at the elf that had helped him so much, “Where is Nathanial?”

Dobby rung his hands and Harry’s worry grew. “Master Harry’s Kitty Cat was saying that Master Harry was not wanting him anymore and left. Dobby didn’t know he was being supposed to stop him. Bad Dobby.” Dobby proceeded to bash his head against the wall and Harry, in his frantic state, didn’t’ stop him.

He ran around the house to find his phone and called Micah immediately. As soon as he heard a hello he shouted out. “WHERE IS HE? Where is my kitten?”

“Whoa, slow down. Who is this and what happened?” Micah said nonplussed.

“This is Harry Potter you stupid fucker, now tell me where Nathanial is.” Harry danced around his room, throwing on the first cloths he grabbed.

“Oh, Harry. You lost him? Well he’s not here? Now calm down and tell me what happened.”

Harry ignored him and slammed the phone shut. Who else could he call? Damian and Asher were dead during the day. What was that Ulfric’s name? Richard? Shit, he didn’t have that number.

He nearly tripped over Winky who was in front of him holding up Nathanial’s underwear. “Winky, what the fuck, I don’t have time for you.” She huffed and said. “Master Harry is needing something of his Kitty Cat to be finding him.” Harry stopped and then smacked himself on the head. It was way easier then that.

“Winky do you know where he is?”

“Of course Master Harry, but yous is looking likes you is wanting to being doing this yourself.”

“Fuck that, take me to him now.”

Winky reached up to grab his and snapped her fingers. One small straw later, and Harry was standing next to his crying kitten.

He threw his arms around Nathanial, “Oh, kitten. Where were you going?" Harry leaned back, so as to look in his eyes. “I thought you were saying you wanted a child from me so you could take it away and that you were going to misstreat it. That was why I was upset. I thought you were going to take my child. I want kids. It doesn’t disgust me to think of having children with you.”

Nathanial, still sobbing said, “It doesn’t?”

“No kitten. God I’m sorry.” Harry pulled Nathanial back under his chin and rocked, petting his long free hair. “Come home, its getting hot out here.”

Just then, Harry heard a car driving up the gravel road his house was on. He turned towards the noise, surreptitiously pushing Nathanial behind him.

A big black jeep pulled up right in front of them and stopped. Six thugs got out of the jeep, each carrying semi-automatic weapons. Harry cocked his head to the side, confused. These men were all were-hyenas, but he couldn't figure out how they got his address. He'd only given it to Damian, and he knew the warrior would impale himself on his own sword before betraying Nathanial.

"Stand aside Mr. Potter; we have to wish to harm you."

Harry simply raised his arms and each of the six men started floating in the air. Three lifted their weapons and opened fire on him but the bullets were repelled by a hastily cast shield. Harry cursed himself. He should have already had the shield up. His priority should have been keeping Nathanial safe, not impressing him.

He wrapped an arm around a shaking Nathanial and whispered that it was okay, and that he had it under control. Nathanial nodded and Harry transferred his attention to the floating would be assassins.

"Alright, I want the answers to a few questions. Are any of you going to answer?"

He looked at each man individually and got only one defiant stare, the rest had eyes wide open in fear. One peed his pants. Harry shook his head.

"Great." He smiled, "I have been itching to work on my interrogation technique." A few men began to whimper. He turned to the man who met his gaze defiantly. "We'll start with you. For every question you refuse to answer, I'll cut off a piece of your flesh. For every question you answer with a lie, you lose an appendage."

Nathanial whimpered, and Harry turned to him. "Kitten, at any time you can call Winky to come get you. They were going to kill you; I will not stand for that. I will make a statement now, and it won't be a problem in the future." Harry smiled gently and ran his thumb down Nathanial's neck. Nathanial whimpered again.

Oh, it was a needy whimper, Harry sighed. His kitten didn't understand what was happening. Harry suspected that Nathanial likened what he thought was going to happen to how Harry played or punished him. It would not be the same. Harry wondered if this was going to make his kitten fear him again, but he was itching to cause some pain. Blood rushed in his veins like it hadn't since the war. Nathanial's presence calmed him down some, which was the reason he hadn't killed all of them as soon as their intentions were clear. None the less, Harry wanted to cause some real, unforgiving pain.

Nathanial got a feral look in his eyes when he looked at Harry's intended victim and Harry reassessed his kitten. Perhaps he had misjudged him. All lycanthropes have a good amount of blood lust, but Harry had assumed Nathanial's had been transferred into lust for his own blood instead of others'. They shared the feral look and Harry's attention returned to his prey.

"First question: How did you find out where I live?"

Harry paused for a moment, and when no answer was forth coming he reached up to slowly drag his finger in the air above the man's forearm, neatly slicing off a sliver of skin and meat, and cauterizing the wound as the flesh peeled away. Harry turned to watch Nathanial as the man grunted.

The leopard just looked excited, and licked his lips. It seemed to be a different excitement then when he felt pain, more elemental, barbaric.

Harry looked at his victim and asked the question again. Harry noticed his companions were breathing heavier. Again Harry raised his finger and sliced off another strip, two centimeters thick, just inside of the other wound. The scent of burned flesh filled his nose, and the wizard wondered if this was where part of Nathanial's excitement lay. Harry was expecting to get to the bone before moving to another section. He wondered how the lycanthropic healing would affect it.

Not bothering to ask the question again, Harry raised his hand, but stopped when the man spoke. "Stop!," He gasped for a moment and Harry waited. "Narcissus told us." Harry and Nathanial both growled, although Harry's was admittedly more fierce as he had the power to back it up. Unbelievable! That woman man thing just wouldn't give up.

"How did it find out where I live?"

The man answered immediately, "I don't know but Jamal over there does." Harry sighed and turned his disappointed look at his kitten who's eyes held understanding. The weakling hadn't taken anytime at all to break, only two measly cuts, and on top of that the man was willing to give up his compatriots. Harry noted the angry looks the man got from the others.

Harry ignored the yelling coming from his floating prisoners. He still wanted answers but he was still so angry. "Pet, I would much rather take my frustrations out on you, these things are weak. Can you handle me like this?"

Breathless, Nathanial leaned into his hard body, "Yes, Master." Harry nodded and turned to quickly end the disappointing interrogation.

"Silence." He needn't yell, the captured men were hanging onto his every word. Like a silencing spell, all the noise stopped immediately.

"From whom did it get the information?" Harry didn't keep track of who was answering as long as the answers were prompt. For every pause, Harry randomly stripped flesh from one of them.

"One of the guys working at Guilty Pleasures heard it from Jason."

"Where did he get it?"

No one knew. Several of them lost flesh for that.

Nathanial knew better then to speak up in front of enemies but Harry could sense his hurt that the were-wolf would betray them. Privately Harry assumed that the fun loving lycanthrope just didn't know how to keep information.

"Why did Narcissus send you here?"

"To harm or kill Nathanial Graison."

"Why would it want him harmed?"

"She said no one gets what she decides is hers."

Harry paused in his questioning to consider this. Perhaps he's pay the Oba a visit and show her what she was missing. The wizard wondered how Nathanial would take that and glanced at him. Head lowered in a show of submission that handily hid his expression, Nathanial gave nothing away. Perhaps his kitten was considering that option too. Ah well, he wasn't going to leave anytime soon. He wanted to see his kitten's strength.

Harry wiped the information of where they found them from their minds. His house and land were well protected, and you couldn't even see either unless you had an invitation. The jeep wouldn't have found anything if Nathanial and Harry hadn't been out there.

Harry's eyes widened, and then narrowed. If his kitten hadn't ran away; none of this would have happened. The fact that then Harry wouldn't have known to watch out for the Oba, never crossed his mind.

Harry released the men, banished them to their jeep, and banished the jeep to the road. Then he turned to address his wayward pet.

"None of this would have happened had you not run away." Nathanial gasped and fell to the ground.

"Master." Nathanial cried out, obviously to upset to even beg for forgiveness adequately. "Do not fear pet. I will punish you, and then all will be forgiven." Harry watched his pet nod, and placed his hand on an auburn head to apparate them into the play room. In the play room, Harry was only to be referred to as Master (unless about to use the safe word), and Nathanial was only pet. It worked well for them.

In mere moments Pet was stripped naked and bound to a cross. Harry frowned, thinking he wanted to see his kitten's strength and so wanted Nathanial to withhold his begging, but at the same time this was a punishment. Fuck. He looked at the table for options. On one side were the sex toys and the other, pain implements; in the middle were the ones that classified as both. Damian was expected come nightfall, so, taking that into consideration Harry's choices were limited. He growled and his pet whimpered.

"You have put me in quite the imposition Pet." He heard a wet sob. Harry sighed internally. Nathanial was really upset. The fire in his blood cooled. He would have to punish him, not only because he'd done wrong, but because Nathanial would not be able to tolerate himself if it wasn't done.

"I went through the trouble of inviting over your friend for the night, and now I find I have to punish you? Was that your plan? Running today, so that I wouldn't be able to deal out a just punishment, for fear of retribution from your friend." He heard an adamant 'no master' but he ignored it. He walked over to stand behind his pet where he lay strapped, back bared, on the cross. He grabbed a hold of hair to force his face up and meet his angry eyes. "I am not afraid of your warrior. You are mine to do with as I please. You need to be punished, and you will have to explain it to Damian when he gets here." Harry released the hair in his hands when Nathanial said "Yes Master"

Harry went back to the pain side of the table. He considered. Knives? To slow. He wanted a relatively quick but painful punishment. His knives were silver and would take to long to heal, and wouldn't be painful enough. Paddle? Not long lasting enough. Harry would need a generous amount of swats and then it would only leave busing and no scars. Harry wanted this to scar. To give a lasting reminder that Nathanial was his, and that leaving in that way was unacceptable. Whip? Perfect. But Harry always got seriously horny when he used it.

He pulled it off the table and gave it an experimental crack, just to get the feel for it again. He'd not used it on this pet yet. At the sound of the whip cracking in the air, his pet started begging to be punished.

"Hush pet" Harry needed to think. He was still angry and was afraid that this would end up very messy. He moved over to the cabinet with his magical things in it and pulled out a potion specially designed for him by Severus. It would stop the excessive damage caused by the whip, but the recipient would still feel its effects. Harry still wanted one scar though so he brought his whip down on Nathanial's skin in a small slice that would leave a scar from the collarbone to where the neck met the shoulder. He'd learned to be very precise.

Nathanial cried out, and then returned to his fervent begging when no further lashes fell. "Pet, why are you being punished?" Harry asked as he began to rub the potion along Nathanial's back, sides, ass, and legs.

"Because I ran, because my actions put you in danger, because I made you angry." Harry stopped him.

"No, you are being punished because you made and assumption based on expectations." Finished rubbing the potion in Harry backed away to the distance he preferred for using the whip. "You assumed that I was disgusted by the thought of you carrying my children. This assumption led to our misunderstanding. I was very upset by what you insinuated, and made you leave my presence. For this you will get 5 lashes. Then you made another assumption, that I wanted you out of my house, and ran away. You didn't listen to what I said. For this you will get another 5 lashes." Harry could see Nathanial nodding. "Because you ran away, you were outside the protection of my house. If I hadn't found you, you would be dead, dead Nathanial!" His name had the effect he wanted and his pet started bawling. "For this you will get 20 lashes one of which will scar and will not be able to cum for two weeks." Nathanial sagged against his bindings, and his sobbing lessened.

"You will not be punished for my danger. Do you know why?"

"No, Master"

"Because you are important to me; I will always protect you. Even if the situation your in is your fault. No matter what, I will keep you safe. You are mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master...Harry." Nathanial sighed out. Harry understood that by using his name, Nathanial was saying he got the subtle message.

"It would please me if you could count all of them, but as this is your first serious punishment, I will not expect it this time." Harry smiled at the determined body language his kitten took up. Perhaps he'd get to see his kitten's strength after all.

"Thirty lashes is quite a lot. If you cannot count them all, I will still be proud of every strike you can count."

He raised his arm and snapped his wrist, landing the strike square on a muscled shoulder. A thin red stripe formed where the whip hit and Harry smiled at the evidence of the potion working. "One, Master."

The first few were quite heavy, as Harry was testing how well the potion would work, as well as working out his residual anger. Had the potion not worked, the first lashes could have easily damaged muscles. Even so, Nathanial managed to keep up the counting, even if he was screaming, until the tenth hit. Harry waited patiently between all of them and told him how proud he was that Pet was able to keep counting, but it was taking to long between each. Pets are not allowed to set the pace of their punishments. Harry let down five strikes in quick succession before pausing to allow his pet some air from screaming. With his eyes, he caressed the reddened stripes crisscrossing across his pet's back. Half way done, Harry moved the lashes to other areas, creating red stripes along his thighs, across his bear ass, along the tender skin of his sides.

At twenty seven he paused to wait for Nathanial to come out of his pain glow. "You are not allowed to float above your punishment. Do you know what number we are on?"

"No, Master."

"Guess."

"Twenty five?"

"Good guess, twenty seven. I want you to count these last few out."

He flicked down another slash before Nathanial could answer and heard "twenty eight Master"

The next few fell in quick succession and his pet counted them out. Coiling up his whip and unlacing Nathanial's bonding Harry softly told him what a good boy he was and how proud he was.

Harry picked up his exhausted kitten and carried him to the bed. Laying him face down on the bed, Harry traced the red stripes with his tongue. He allowed a small amount of healing magic in his hands to lessen some of the pain. He ran his hands along every exposed inch of skin, causing Nathanial to pant.

"Seeing how strong you are made me hard pet. Did you know that?" Indeed Harry had been hard since the first lash fell.

"No, Master." Nathanial gasped out, back arching as Harry's mouth, tongue, and hands soothed and gave him pleasure.

"You are not allowed to cum for the next two weeks, but I am not going to stop using you. Understand?"

The leopard cried out, "Yes please master!"

Harry uttered a quick lubrication spell and slathered it on his hard cock. He thrust into his pet without any other preparation.

"So...tight pet," he panted and pulled back out to slam back in.

"God you’re so hot...”

Nathanial cried out at the punishing pace Harry set, but Harry was happy to hear it was 'master' that was cried out.

"Fuck pet, you swallow me too nicely. Are you hungry for my cock pet?"

Cries of 'yes' and 'master' met his ears and Harry picked up his pace. The memory of his kitten counting out his punishment was enough to send him over the edge and he spilled hot seed into his pet.

Quickly Harry summoned a cock ring and a large butt plug.

"You will walk around all day hard and with my cum up your ass." He smirked. "And these are remote controlled so don't think you won’t be enjoying it, after all it needs to be a severe punishment." Nathanial moaned.

"If you’re good, I may take off the cock ring and turn it off when Damian is here." His smirk darkened, "but you'll have to be really good."

Harry helped him dress, all the while smirking and fiddling with the controls. Night would be fun.