Five Years

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When the larger man awoke he was content and happy. For the first time his life truly made sense and when he opened his eyes there was a smile on his face. His angel was still in his arms and was watching him intently. “Good morning, pet.”

“Happy Christmas,” the smaller man said. The taller man wasn’t sure but he thought there was a note of sadness in his lover’s voice.

“Is anything the matter?” he asked as he leaned in to kiss the other man on the cheek.

“No,” he said gently, all traces of sadness vanishing with his smile, “What could beng tng today, it’s Christmas? It’s hard to believe we’ve been together for five years.”

“Five years and a day, pet,” the taller man corrected lovingly beginning to kiss his lover’s neck and chest.

“I told you I’d answer you today didn’t I?”

“Yes,” the other answered somewhat confused by the abrupt change in the conversation.

The taller man picked up the ring box from his night stand and opened it, admiring the stunning ring that symbolized both of them and holding it out to his lover.

The smaller man took the box from the love of his life. “My answer is no,” he said gently and snapped the box shut. Placing the small velvet box back in the stunned man’s hand he got out of bed and started to dress. When he was dressed and packed he finally looked back at the other man. It nearly broke his heart to see the only man he would ever love watching his every move with tears streaming from his eyes.

“Before you go, tell me one thing,” the taller man spoke very softly as he got out of the bed and walked over to the other man. He stopped in front of the door and took his lover’s hands in his own, “Why?”

“Why what? Why am I leaving?” the smaller man asked slightly irritated.

“I thought this was what you wanted. I thought you wanted me. You did five years ago and you seemed to last night. I know I went about some of this in the wrong way, but I didn’t know how else to deal with what was happening. Why don’t you want me anymore?” he asked, utter anguish written across his tearstained face.

“I do still want you. I want you with every fiber of my soul. I love you, I have since that night you held me when my friends deserted me,” he spoke so softly and so passionately that hope flared in his lovers eyes.

“So you’ll stay?”

“No, I can’t. You own me, you always have and you always will, but I will never have you the way you have me, and I can’t live like this anymore. Every night you went out and left me alone I wanted to die. It got so bad that I almost attempted suicide a few times. I can’t take the pain anymore.” With that said he pulled the other man into a gentle hug and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Goodbye, my love.”

“NO!” the taller man yelled and grabbing the other by the waist he pulled him back to their bed. He pushed his lover onto the bed and pinned him down. He looked at the other man with such pain in his eyes that the other had to look away. Anger then filled the taller man and, making sure that both the smaller man’s hands were secure in one of his own, he gripped his lover’s chin and forced him to face him. When their eyes met he knew that the other man wasn’t going to relent. He reached out for the wand that was always on the nightstand and he quickly muttered a spell to bind his lover’s hands to the bed. Then, as the smaller man began to fight the restraints, muttered another to remove their clothing.

The smaller man looked up at him with betrayal shining bright in his eyes, “Don’t do this, please.”

“If you’re going to walk out that door, then I’m going to have you one last time and you’re going to know exactly what you’re leaving,” he said fiercely, “ I don’t want you to go, and I don’t think I can live without you in my life.”

The smaller man was not allowed to respond because his mouth was suddenly full of his lovers tongue. As they kissed the smaller man melted into the hands that were roaming his body. His lover knew every spot that drove him absolutely mad and was making sure to tease and tickle every one of them with his fingers, leaving no doubt in his mind that the man’s mouth and teeth would soon follow.

When they finally broke for air the taller man looked longingly at the bruised mouth that was now panting for air. He knew this man so well, but he also knew that he would never be able to get enough of him. The man’s body was only part of it; his mind and his soul were major factors as well.

“I’ll never be able to get enough of you,” he whispered against the smaller man’s chest. The man beneath him moaned as he sucked and nipped lightly against the sensitive area. As he continued to explore the smaller man’s chest with his lips, tongue, and teeth, his hands finally found his cock. When he began to tickle it with the tips of his fingers the man beneath him screamed. This was his favorite way of torturing his lover. He could make the smaller man scream with the lightest of touches.

“Please,” the smaller man moaned, not even sure what he was asking for anymore.

“My pretty little pet, you look so delicious writhing under me like this,” the larger man said as he began to lubricate his own cock. When he was sure he wouldn’t harm his lover he positioned himself at the smaller man’s entrance and kissed the beautiful man gently as he thrust in hard, driving himself in with enough force to make the other scream. He stayed like that, buried deep and still kissing, tongue battling with his lover’s for supremacy.

He lifted the smaller man’s legs to wrap around his waist and began thrusting slowly, torturously. “Are you sure you want to leave this? We can change the dynamics. You can have whatever you want, but do you really want to leave this? I know how much you enjoy it.”

The smaller man moaned and writhed beneath his lover, trying to tempt the other to either move faster or stop brushing against his prostate with every stroke. He was going insane with this slow ecstasy.
When the taller man reached into the drawer of their nightstand and withdrew a large platinum ring the smaller man whined and pulled his mouth away, “No, please, don’t.”

“Promise to stay with me and I won’t use it,” he said seductively.

“I can’t,” the smaller man moaned, half in desperation, half in desire.

“Then I have no choice. It’s one ring or the other, pet,” he said as he picked up the ring box from the nightstand, “Which will it be?” he asked and released the spell binding the smaller man’s wrists.

The smaller man took a deep breath and took both rings from his lover. He opened the ring box and took the beautiful piece of jewelry out. He examined both rings together as his lover continued his agonizing thrusts. He looked into his lover’s eyes, “Do you swear that we can change whatever I want to?”

The larger man smiled and nodded, “So long as it doesn’t involve you leaving me for any amount of time, then we can change whatever you want to, pet.”

Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and slipped the bond ring on his finger. “Now please.”

With a triumphant smile he sped up his movements and with just a few thrusts they both came together, each crying out the other’s name. The taller man collapsed on top of his lover and smiled into the silken hair. He wrapped his arms around his lover and “Now you truly are mine. I love you.”

The smaller man smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s neck, “You know if you’d said that last night, you could have saved yourself all this trouble.”

“That was all it would have taken? All I would have had to do was tell you I love you? I thought you already knew that.”

“No, I didn’t, but I love you too, and now you belong to me as well.”

“Being owned has never felt so good. I’m never going to let you forget how much I love you, Draco Potter.”

THE END

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