The Lord of The Fae

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Draco knew that Harry thought he was safe. When Harry had woken he had been there to greet him. Had asked him simply how he felt, and then went to get him breakfast. He hadn't said a word about what had happened yesterday, but if Harry thought Draco had forgotten, he had another thing coming. His particular vengeance had to be orchestrated with perfection. He was going to show Harry what it was like to feel helpless, to have your heart pounding its way out of your chest and being unable to do anything about it. He wasn't going to harm him; he'd rather take a blade to his own skin than cause Harry any harm.

Draco felt a shiver of anticipation go up his spine. It might hurt a little but he was sure that once his head cleared, Harry wouldn't mind in the least. Helplessness wasn't all bad; it was just a point he had to make. Never again did he want to feel that gut wrenching fear again. Harry was going to know fear, helplessness and most likely pain. Hurting him was really not the point to this lesson, and not really something Draco felt inclined towards doing. However it was inevitable that Harry would suffer some pain, but Draco would make sure that the pleasure far outweighed it.

To do this, everything had to be in place, and there were some things that he needed. His Fae blood and Dragon nature would not allow him to do what he was planning to do, simply because when Harry begged him, the dragon in him would demand he meet his mates’ needs. Which would, in turn spoil the entire lesson, and the fun of it. He needed a way to keep himself in check, and a way to keep Harry in an extreme state of arousal no matter how much sensation Draco poured into him. That's where most of the pain would come from; Draco did not fancy the thought of being extremely aroused and unable to spend himself. It even sounded painful.

He also needed chains strong enough to hold Harry, even if he used his Fae powers, which eventually he would. When he finally got all the things he needed, Harry was in for the night of his life. He might not be too happy with Draco while he was doing it, but Draco was going to make sure that Harry would melt each time he thought back on the events to come; and that if he didn't want to suffer such punishment again, he wouldn't be so rash. The first person he needed to see was Hiaro. He probably wouldn't know the most about Shojini and binding spells, but he could hardly ask Hizen. He flushed red at the very thought of it, if he had to ask any Shojian, it would have to be Hiaro.

Now whether the snippy young man could pull the pole out of his arse long enough to talk to Draco was a gamble, but one he was willing to make. That's why he was currently knocking on Hiaro's bedroom door; he hoped he was in. Hiaro often went into the village, probably to find someone to sleep with. That's what Draco would have done if he weren't Fae and attached. There was the sound of shuffling and the sound of creaking bed springs. Draco flushed. Had Hiaro brought a lover back to the castle? He heard male voices, but that didn't reassure him as he wasn't sure of Hiaro's orientation.

The door swung open and Draco sighed in relief. It was just Ron and if there was anyone straighter then him, they’d be a pole. Ron was sitting in a chair near Hiaro's bed, his leg propped up. Although all of Draco’s and the others wounds had healed, Ron's leg was apparently still paining him. That was an oddity, but one that Draco wasn't too concerned with at the moment.

"Evening, Gents.” He greeted them both with a flippant wave. Ron scowled, more from the pain in his leg, than Draco's flippant tone.

"Can this wait Malfoy? Hiaro was just about to try a healing salve on my leg.” He grumbled, shifting his leg painfully. Draco glanced at Ron's leg; he had cut off one pant leg at the thigh, to reveal one long muscular leg. Draco was unaffected; there was no one more beautiful than his Harry, but he did note that Ron was rather fit.

"It's still bothering you then? There are no scars or outward sign of bruising," Draco pointed out. Ron tossed him a black look.

"Trust me, it feels like someone fuckin’ chopped it off", he cursed. Draco stared at him; Ron's mouth was set in a tight line as if he was biting back pain. He was pale and his forehead looked clammy. There was also a slight sheen to his eyes as though he might be suffering a fever. He glanced at Hiaro, he was just as concerned.

"It took me all night to brew this, and I had to ask Hari for help, but it’s ready. It should heal any wound on your body and break any lingering curse", Hiaro explained, drawing a vial of potion from the front of his robes. Draco watched dispassionately as Hiaro removed the stopper and the smell of something wild and almost flower like filled the room. The scent was intriguing and sent a tingle through his bloodstream. Draco watched as Hiaro spread the potion on his hands in slow rhythmic motions, chanting something in Shojian.

Hiaro had beautiful, almost feminine slender hands. The strength in them could never be mistaken for that of a female, but there was something beautiful in them that most men didn't often have. They were long and slender and graceful. Those fingers were made to tease and play, to pluck the strings of a harp or to drive a lover to distraction.

Draco watched in rapt fascination as Hiaro placed one potion covered hand on Ron's bare thigh, as he slowly smoothed the potion into his skin like a cream. Draco could scent Hiaro's arousal on the air. That answered questions about his sexual preference at least. As he watched, he realized it didn't take a Fae being to see exactly what Hiaro was thinking. It was in the slight curl of plush lips and the caressing movements of his hand. The way he moved his body was slow and luxurious, like the movements of a cat. Sometimes Harry moved like that, usually when he was aroused.

"Just who are you looking at?!" Harry's voice sounded angrily in his head. Draco smiled.

"No-one, why do you ask?"

"That's bull. I could feel your heat spike all the way down here."

"Jealous?"
"Of what?! You’re probably just looking at some dirty magazines."

"Actually I'm looking at Hiaro; he's a very good looking man. All that beauty I'm afraid, is making me think naughty thoughts." Draco could feel Harry's anger mount and smiled. Harry was very cute when he was jealous, especially when he didn't want to admit it.

"He better not have his hands on you."

"Well, what if he did? What if he was rubbing cream all over my naked thigh?"

"I'd know and I would retaliate."

"By doing what Harry, would you fight him?"

A sly note entered Harry's voice as he replied, "Actually I would just assume that since you were doing so, that it was safe for me to shag other people too. Dean left and Seamus is feeling pretty lonely."

He knew Harry was just trying to get a rise out of him, but he couldn't help the surge of anger that hit him. Harry in the arms of anyone other then him was a recipe for disaster! He knew firmly that he would kill anyone who dared. He could feel Harry's laughter in his body, moving in him like it belonged there. He felt his anger lessen.

“Doesn’t feel so nice, does it Draco?"

"I'll have you know it was you I was thinking of and not Hiaro, I was teasing you."

"You! Draco Malfoy! You were actually teasing...you mean like the rest of us mortals?"

"Shut up Harry! You can laugh now but you won’t be laughing later."

"Yes I will, what’s going on up there."

"Hiaro's giving Ron a potion and it’s kind of hot to watch; you want to come join me?"

"To watch my best friend get horny? I'll pass."

"He's not actually, Ron has no idea that Hiaro would like to touch all of him and not just his leg."

"Ron wouldn't. If I were Hiaro, I'd give it up. Besides, Ron and Hermione have liked each other for ages."

"Maybe you’re right, besides he's out of potion and if he keeps rubbing him like that even Ron, the dense wonder, will start to get suspicious."

"Hey Ron isn't dense; he just doesn't think the way you do. You’re a pervert and Ron's..."

"A saint? Don't fool yourself. And I only think those thoughts about you, Harry."

"Sure you do, that's why you were getting aroused by some guy putting on lotion. You're such a dirty old man."

"Keep laughing Harry, I'm going to enjoy showing you just how sweet vengeance can be."

"Sure thing Draco, hit me with whatever you got. You could never get the better of me."
Draco felt Harry close off their link and he smiled to himself. He would this time, and Harry was in for the biggest surprise of his life. The sound of Hiaro's voice brought him out of his contemplation of things to come, and reminded him why he was here in the first place.

"That should make you feel better Ron. It's never failed on anything less than a killing curse" he assured the auburn haired teen. He flashed Ron a smile of comfort and patted his leg one last time. Ron smiled back, completely unaware of the tension in Hiaro's body.

"Thanks Hiaro, it really kills. You’re real good at that by the way, I felt so warm. I've been cold all day, but when you put the lotion on, I felt warmer then I've ever been. It was nice." Ron sighed sinking into his chair a slight smile on his lips. Draco saw Hiaro tense up even more and almost laughed. Ron was an idiot.
He turned to Ron, arching one eyebrow, "Did your body start to feel kind of hot and your brain go kind of sluggish? Did your skin tingle just the tiniest bit, like it was reaching out for something? Did you feel your pulse speed up just the tiniest bit?" he questioned, fighting back an evil grin. Hiaro tossed him a scathing look of censure, which he ignored.

Ron brightened instantly, nodding enthusiastically. "Yeah it was exactly like that, man that was some potion. It was almost close to..." Ron faltered, a blush of heat blossoming on his pale cheeks. Draco couldn't hide the smile anymore.

"Like what Ron, like being aroused?" he asked. Ron blanched and shot him a dark look.

"You’re so perverted Malfoy, Hiaro's a guy!"

"So?" Draco asked, gleefully waiting for Ron's response.

"So, I'm not like you! No offence or anything but that's just not for me", Ron shot back with an adamant nod of his head. Hiaro glanced at him a look of speculation on his face.

"How can you be sure?" he asked him. Ron shot him a look of something close to fear before he answered.

"Because two males...I'm not against it or anything, mind you... Seamus and Harry after all...It’s just that its not..." he faltered again his face flaming red. Draco knew it wasn't particularly nice, but since when had he ever played nice?

"Natural? Was that what you meant? Do you think we're unnatural?" he asked, being sure to look as affronted as possible. Ron flushed even more red and shot up in his seat.

"No, no that's not what I meant! It's just that, well some people are and some people aren't and I'm just...not", Ron finished lamely. Draco fought the urge to burst out laughing.

"Are you afraid of the way it’s done, does that make you squeamish?" he teased, watching with glee as Ron went a shade darker and clenched his fists.

"NO, MALFOY!"

"Why are you shouting? What’s going on in here?" Hermione asked from the doorway, opening it the rest of the way. Ron looked at her as if she were an angel, come to rescue him from the fires of hell.

"Hermione! Hiaro was just helping me with the pain in my leg. Wasn't there something you wanted to show me in the library?” he pleaded, jumping up from his chair. Draco saw him wince as he put pressure on his leg. The smile slid from his face. What was wrong with Ron? Hermione gave him a fond glance and nodded, putting one hand on his arm and leading him from the room. Just before closing the door she turned to Hiaro.

"Oh Hiaro, I met your sister, she's a real doll. Tell her I said ‘hello’, will you." With that she gave a flippant wave and closed the door. Hiaro scowled and kicked at the carpet before falling back on his bed with a sigh.

"So you have a thing for Weasley King, do you?” At his question, Hiaro's scowl blackened.

"Believe me, it’s a passing fancy. A little time to myself and it will fade. It better fade." he growled, turning over onto his back and staring angrily at the ceiling.

"Like hell it will, you think it was my idea to fall in love with Harry? He's arrogant, foolish, rash and an absolute moron. He and Ron are well suited to each other." Draco sighed; thinking about Harry made something cold in him melt into a puddle. "Then again, he doesn't know his own strength, underestimates himself, and is utterly brilliant. All of that drives me up a wall, but it isn't going to fade no matter how much I want it too. And that's another thing; after a while you stop wanting it to."

Hiaro glanced at him, his cool exterior fading, leaving behind a man who looked much younger then his twenty years. He looked like a lost little boy when his facade fell. “So I’m doomed to watch him with her then, to feel like this and have no outlet?"

Draco, ever the Slytherin, shook his head. “Hell no. I mean I like Granger well enough, but she and Ron have danced around each other too long for it to be real love. Ask yourself; with the way you feel now, could you really wait nine years to do something about it? If it was just attraction and affection I can see that happening but not with real passion."

The blonde was right; Hiaro had just barely resisted pressing a kiss to the silky skin he'd been smoothing the healing potion into. He had felt more heated and aroused than he'd ever been, but he'd known if he acted on it, Ron wouldn't let him get within five feet of him ever again. So he'd resisted. But he didn't delude himself that he could do it much longer. The thought of waiting years was unfathomable.

“What am I supposed to do then? If you haven’t noticed, he isn’t exactly open to the idea” Hiaro asked. He wasn’t uncomfortable asking the younger man. He was only younger by a year and Draco knew Ron better than he did.

Draco’s lips widened into a sly smile. “How about this? You help me with a little project I’m working on, and in turn I’ll help you snare our friend over there.”

Why did he feel like he was shaking hands with the devil, why was he? It was too late to take it back now. Draco was pumping his hand in a firm shake and grinning at him like a cat who’s found the cream.

“Now, can you tell me where to find chains that can’t be broken?”

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“I don’t see the contact and we’ve been standin’ here for hours boss. We’re going to draw attention to ourselves!”

Ja-don Taylor knew Jennings , his right hand, was right. The messenger sent to deliver him and three of his crew to the Dark Lord was extremely late. An oddity to be sure, but one easily explained away.

“They probably ran into some trouble, keep your shirt on!” he snapped. He watched with satisfaction as Jennings flinched and backed off. Taylor was not a fair man; he coveted power and wealth like a security blanket. He had to be cold and ruthless; otherwise you wouldn’t survive on the streets. Muggle London, where they were all standing shivering in the fog of night, was nothing like Chicago .

Every time he thought on his past, he wanted to retch in disgust. Imagine him, with the noblest and purest of bloods, living in the squander and filth of the streets, while those of imperfection lived lives of luxury. Not for long, soon the Dark Lord would rein and he had promised them all that they would live like the kings they were born to be. Mudbloods and blood traitors would be prisoners and slaves as they were meant to be.

Taylor puffed on the cigar in his mouth waiting calmly for the messenger. He couldn’t wait to get to the Dark Lord’s manor. He would be most pleased with the news that he had brought him. Now that Potter was out of the picture, the Dark Lord was on the move. Potter had been hit by the killing curse and that asinine order of his had carried away his body. With the boy hero snuffed out, there was no-one to stop them. No-one except ministry officials and members of the orders, risen up to defy the fate that loomed over their collective heads. Not for long, not if the Dark Lord had his way. Where was that damn messenger?

“Dan! Get your ass over here boy and stand watch!” he shouted, turning to address the newest member of his crew. Dan snapped to attention, tossed the man next to him a scathing glance and sauntered with the cocky air of youth to where Taylor was standing. He was tall and spry with lean ropey muscle. His dark hair was kept in a moderate afro, not in some of the crazier designs some of his other followers sported. Braids looped every which way as if they were compensating for something.

Dan was simple, as if he knew he was dynamite and didn’t need to show off to prove it. It drove a lot of the other crew crazy. Taylor had been told more than once that the upstart needed to be taught a lesson and that something wasn’t right about him. Most of it was probably jealousy. In the years that Dan had been with them, he had done more for Taylor than many of them combined. He was smart in the mouth, intelligent and quick on his feet; one of his best operatives.

He didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him. There was something off about Dan. He looked like a street kid; he’d been a mess when Taylor had found him. He even acted and talked like a streetwise kid. Even still there was something about him that niggled, that was off beat. He was hiding things. He’d been gone for about a month, had only just returned a day before they were to leave for London . His excuse for leaving had been that things were going too slow. He wanted bigger game and he wanted it now.

Just the thought had him hardening in his pants; he’d wanted the boy since finding him. He’d feared that if he moved too soon, didn’t determine where he stood; he’d scare the kid away and lose one of his best. When the boy had left like that, Taylor had beaten himself over the head for not taking him when he had the chance. He wasn’t a fool; he learned from past mistakes, he’d show the kid big game. Then he’d have to kill him; he didn’t buy his story for a minute. He was either a leak or a drifter. Either one meant he wasn’t a steady operative and he had to be terminated. It was a shame, Dan was a beautiful boy. And it really was a waste of manpower.

“Just who is I watchin’ for then boss?” he asked, one thin eyebrow arched, a cocky smile on plush lips. Taylor growled low in his throat, the kid didn’t know how close he was to being fucked in a cold alleyway with his “comrades” watching and laughing. They were dying to see the upstart punished.

“Livingston”, Taylor grunted in reply. Jennings cursed, throwing slim black hands into the air.

“No wonders we still waitin’ here then. Livingston has been utterly useless since he got them two slaves. Spends so much time with his dick out of his pants he can’t seem to think anymore.” The rest of the company nodded in agreement. Taylor noticed a frown on Dan’s face before it melted into curiosity.

“You mean like a dog, he nailing his pooch or something?” he asked with a disdainful snort. Jennings tossed him a look of disgust.

“No, a person! Since Potter died the Dark Lord’s been rounding up any blood traitors or mudbloods caught in the raids or unawares and given them as slaves to his most loyal. Livingston has these two slaves, who he’s so busy fuckin’ all the time, what little brains he had seems to have flown to his cock.” He finished by spiting on the ground. Dan looked speculative at this idea.

“You mean like women? That would be the life. A little woman to scream for me whenever I wanted.” This brought laughter amongst the other men. A sick grin spread on Jennings ’ face.

“Yeah, you maybe. Livingston prefers young boys. Better watch your arse Danny boy.” More laughter from everyone else. Jennings shot Taylor a meaningful look. Yeah, he knew the boy needed to be brought down a few pegs. The time was coming soon; he knew no one expected him to bring the new kid into the manor with him. It was risky and he hadn’t really earned it. Fuck it; once he had a room to himself, he was going to do what his body had been driving him to do.

“It looks like he isn’t coming tonight boys. We’ll go back to the inn and wait things out. Jennings , Riggs and Dan you’re the ones going with me tomorrow, so get some sleep” he addressed everyone. Taylor noticed when Dan’s name was called, he stiffened and glanced about nervously as if he were scared shitless. Then his normal cocky demeanor came back and he faced down the growls of protest from the other crew members.

“Shut up, you bunch of babies. You’re just pissed it ain’t you, so back off.” Dean snapped to the crowd of angry men and women. He knew on the outside he looked like a cocky teenager, but on the inside he was shaking in his boots. He was going to get too close, there was no way in hell he could enter the presence of the Dark Lord and not have him reach into his mind and know in an instant he was a spy. He had to bail and he had to do it fast. He had most of the information he needed, he’d gotten it almost as soon as he’d returned. He knew that this time when he left there was no coming back.

Taylor would know in an instant that he had ratted to someone, which was fine because he assumed he had enough time to get some rest. He was too new, and still untrustworthy for Taylor to even think of bringing him into the Dark Lord’s stronghold. Whatever he was on, he was going to risk it. If Dean couldn’t find a way to not be there, he was going to die. You-Know-Who was not going to be fooled. Taylor might be, but Dean didn’t fool himself. He had just landed in deep shit.

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Hiaro had given him the spell to put on the chains, after much research and some crafty questioning of his aunt. Now all Draco needed was one spell, one charm to keep Harry in a state of extreme arousal. Hiaro had said he didn’t know any spell powerful enough to work on Harry if he went Fae, so he was going to ask the local Fae expert.

Sirius was sitting in a chair in the library, penning a letter to someone. He glanced up when Draco walked in, giving him a slight nod and turning back to his letter.

“Listen Black, I need your help” he said, sliding into the chair across from him. Sirius looked up, an interested look in his eyes.

“I’m listening.”

“Is there a spell powerful enough to last on a Fae that would allow them not to release…ah….any tension that might be building up?”

Sirius stared at him. He blinked. And then blinked again.

“You mean you want to have sex with Harry and not allow him release? Is that it?” He asked slowly, as if testing each word before he said it. Draco blushed.

“It’s not as cruel as it sounds, really” he reassured. Sirius grinned and nodded.

“Oh, it’s not. I’ve had it done to me a couple of times in my life. If you had asked me while it was happening, I’d have sworn my partner was evil and deserved to rot in hell. But afterwards I could never wait to do it again.” Sirius smiled fondly at some past memory, and then turned back to Draco. “I know the spell, Remus finally taught it to me and it works on Fae too, because it always worked on me. I have to warn you though, Draco that it has its’ downsides. When you let him off it, you better be prepared for a rough taking. If you’re used to being on top, chances are the tables are going to turn.”

Draco frowned as something elemental in him demanded that he be the dominant one. The very thought of it had him hardening in his pants and itching to show Harry just who was the one in control. It must have shown on his face, because Sirius shook his head.

“It will go better for you both if you just let him do it, he’ll be out of his mind by then and won’t care whether you actually like it or not. And that tends to border too close to rape for healthy relationships.”

“The entire point of this is to teach him a lesson, if I let him top, what does that say?” Draco reasoned. Sirius shrugged.

“Isn’t it lesson enough to get him to that point? I’m just trying to tell you that he’s not going to be sane for awhile. He’s going to tear into you like you’re a steak and he hasn’t eaten in months and if you tear right back you could end up hurting each other, more than its worth. I almost always topped with Remus anyway so we never had a problem; you on the other hand are Dragon and won’t be able to except it as readily.

“You worry too much, I’d never hurt Harry. I’ll find a way, where there’s a will there’s always a way, right?”

Sirius sighed, “It’s actually a potion, here’s the brew. Takes about fifteen minutes. I’d add extra Baywort if I were you. Oh and it works best if drunk with wine.” Draco took the slip of paper from him eagerly and left to head for the gardens to gather the necessary ingredients. Tomorrow night was going to be a night they would both remember. Vengeance was going to be sweet for them both.