Sight Unseen

Takumi Fujiwara: Thanks for being my first reviewer! I hope you like this chapter, too!



Werewolf Mistress: I’m really happy you liked it. Lucius is a pretty decent guy; he’s just strict and possessive, as you’ll come to find out. I took a little longer on this chapter than I intended, but it’s a nice long one. I’m going to try to update at least once more before spring break starts on Friday, because I won’t be bringing my computer with me. It’ll be at least a week after Friday before I’m able to review again, because I’m going to New York! Hurrah!



Kolgrim: I’m so happy you did decide to review; it really makes me feel validated when people like my writing. I hope Lucius turns out how you hope he will! And Draco will enter the picture once Harry gets settled into his new life.



Celestialuna: I’m so glad you like it! I think this fic will turn out to be fairly long…



Thrnbrooke: Here you go! Second chapter is up… And yes, Peter will be a very creepy presence in the manor, just you wait!



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Calrissian 18: I’m glad you like the first chapter. If it makes you feel better about the pairing, just think of it as Draco/Harry. It won’t really matter that its Lucius until later, when it gets more plotty and less smutty. (The smut will always be there of course, because I like it just too much not to have it! =) ) Sorry about tearing you a new one on your story, I’m just pretty picky about the fanfiction I read, as you’ve claimed to be, and I hate to see a good writer get swept up in review-whoring as I call it. Thanks for reading!



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Myniephoenix: I enjoy a good slavefic as well, and I thought there were just too few of them out there, so I decided to write another! I will attempt to continue to keep my work good. Thanks so much for reviewing!



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Chapter 2



Harry’s eyes were on the dancing flames when he was startled by the sound of a key turning in the lock. He cast his eyes to the ground and willed himself to stop trembling. His unseen master entered the room, stripped off his gloves and outer-robe, and strode to the table upon which a single glass and a decanter of brandy sat. He filled the glass and took two leisurely sips before sliding his eyes over to his newest acquisition.



Harry felt his master’s eyes upon him and straightened his posture minutely. He heard the click of boots and the rustle of fabric and then there was a presence before him. His chin was grasped and his face was lifted gently but firmly towards the commanding figure of his owner.



Harry allowed himself to meet his master’s gaze, and he found himself staring into brilliant purple irises. The hand turned his face so that his master could behold him from every angle.



“You’re much prettier than I expected.”



“Thank you, Master.” Harry thought his master was the most handsome man he’d ever seen. His platinum hair looked soft. Harry wanted to touch it. He also wanted to nibble along that firm jaw and feel those straight white teeth return the favor. He pushed those thoughts aside.



“What are those ridiculous shorts made of?”



“Burlap, my lord.”



“We shall burn them.”



“Yes, Master.”



“I understand that you are skilled in the handling of children, correct?” Harry nodded, wondering why that was of interest to his master. Harry felt the hand on his chin tighten and realized that a nod was not a suitable answer for this man.



“Yes, Master.” The hand became gentle again.



“And you are free of disease?”



“Yes, Master.” His owner released him.



“You will bathe thoroughly and then you will begin learning of your duties in this household.” Harry murmured a quick assent, and then began to crawl in the direction of the bathroom.



“You will not be required to crawl. You may walk, so long as you’re obedient. I believe your knees will get enough wear as it is.” Harry blushed at the innuendo and tried to gracefully stand. It was difficult, because his joints were stiff from the position he’d assumed for too long.



Harry tentatively stepped into the most magnificent bathroom he’d ever seen. The floor was tiled in a pattern of green and silver and black. The bath itself would comfortably have fit eight people. The shower was also large and had clear glass doors and multiple showerheads.



Harry looked with confusion from the shower to the bath. He humbly walked out of the bathroom and knelt before his master.



“What is it?”



“Master… would you prefer I took a shower or a bath?”



“It is good that you want to please me. A shower I think, for tonight.”



Harry bowed his head in acknowledgement of the order, rose from his position on the ground, and entered the bathroom once again.



Harry stripped off his itchy burlap shorts quickly, folded them neatly, and placed them on the floor by the door. He rubbed ruefully at his pink, irritated skin. He stepped over to the shower, adjusted the taps, and then slid gracefully into the sheets of water. Once fully wetted, he reached for the soap and began to create a lather with his hands. Something made him glance up at the door of the bathroom, and he saw his master leaning casually against the doorjamb. The man motioned for him to continue, and Harry purposefully slowed his movements, wishing to please his master.



Harry closed his eyes as he ran his hands over his slick chest and abdomen. Knowing that his master’s eyes watched his every movement made him blush. He glanced back at the doorway, but his master had moved to sit on the lounging chair. Harry noticed the bulge in Lucius’ pants and became impossibly red. He also felt himself begin to harden. Harry focused on avoiding touching his swelling cock.



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Lucius had not thought his new slave would be nearly as pretty as he’d turned out to be. He took in the visage of the boy in the shower and thought himself lucky. He’d intended a single night in bed with the boy to cement the boy’s servitude to himself, but he’d have to amend his plans. The adolescent was a work of art, all pale limbs, blushing innocence, and electric green eyes. Lucius felt himself harden. He focused on avoiding touching the swelling bulge in his trousers.



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Harry wondered how long he could stay in the shower. All his master had done was watch him. He knew that eventually he’d have to get out. He also knew what would inevitably have to happen once he did.



Once his fingertips started to prune, Harry turned off the taps. He opened the shower door and was met by his master, holding out a fluffy green towel.



“Join me in the bedroom once you’re finished. And run a comb through your hair.”



Harry softly murmured the required affirmation and set about drying himself. Once dry, he wrapped the towel around his hips and began brushing his teeth and combing his hair with instruments that were obviously left out for his use. Finishing those tasks he looked around the bathroom for something else to do. He knew he was stalling. He knew he shouldn’t take much longer. But he was nervous. He sighed to himself, removed the towel from around his waist, folded it and placed it by the door, and opened the door into the bedroom.



He spotted his master on the couch in front of the fire. He stepped warily over to him and knelt on the ground at the feet of his master. Lucius began to pet him, running his fingers through the thick black locks of his slave. They both stared into the fire and Harry began to relax into the caresses. He allowed his head to rest on his master’s thigh and they stayed in comfortable silence for well over half an hour.



Lucius was satisfied that his slave was becoming more comfortable with him. He was fond of being worshipped in bed and considered nervousness a definite negative in bed partners. He stilled the hand that was combing through his slave’s hair and gently cleared his throat.



Harry inwardly groaned at the noise, because he knew what was to come next. His master’s next words surprised him.



“Slave. Fetch me another glass of brandy. Then have a seat on the couch. We will discuss your duties in this household.”



“Yes, my lord.” Harry rose and poured the alcohol, then presented it to his master on bended knee with bowed head, as he had been taught. He then uncomfortably sat on the edge of the couch. This position put himself far too much in a position equal to his master, and it made him feel awkward.



Lucius allowed a few more moments of silence before speaking:



“Your primary duties, slave, with comprise of caring for my daughter, niece, and nephew in the nursery, and serving me here every night. I understand that your credentials include experience with children?”



“Yes, my lord.”



“In what capacity?”



“I cared for all the children under school-age in the orphanage where I was raised.”



“You weren’t born into slavery?”



“No, Master.”



“But you’ve received training?”



“Some, my lord.”



“You don’t have a pedigree?”



“No, Sir.”



“I suppose that can’t be helped. You understand that if you harm my children in any way that you’ll be punished severely?”



“Of course, Master. I could no more harm a child than I could fly to the moon.”



Harry was startled by a chuckle. “I’m to assume you can’t actually fly to the moon, correct?”



Harry allowed himself a grin. “No, my lord. I’m afraid I cannot.”



“Good. That sentiment is acceptable. You will begin learning those duties tomorrow. Tonight, you will begin to learn how to please me.”



Harry swallowed thickly. “Yes, Master.”



“Remove my boots.”



Harry found himself unable to make a sound, so he just nodded. Lucius understood and did not press further.



Once Harry had removed his master’s boots, he looked up expectantly and awaited further instruction. Lucius stared him straight in the eye and began to unbutton his shirt. Harry was unable to hold the stare; he averted his eyes, looking instead to the pale chest he could see more and more of after each button was undone. Harry longed to lick down the defined abdomen. He wondered what was wrong with him. Why was he aroused? Should he not be shying away from the intent in the man’s eyes? Harry decided to be grateful for his body’s reaction and allowed his eyes to stray to the bulge in his master’s pants. He laid his hands on his master’s thighs and moved to kneel between them. He looked up as his lord nodded, and Harry began to unlace the trousers before him. Lucius stood and allowed his pants to fall to the floor. He then kicked them away and was finally, gloriously naked in front of his slave. Harry drank in the sight of him, and couldn’t help thinking, as his master settled himself back on the couch, that he looked very much like a god in the glow of the fire. Even his casual position exuded command over the room and Harry felt himself grow even harder at the sight.



Lucius spread his legs and allowed his pretty new slave to drink in the sight of his engorged length. He knew that the girth of the thing alone would be enough to make the boy nervous, but he had no doubt the boy had dealt with many cocks before. He looked again at his little slave and had to reexamine his previous thought. The boy looked uncertain and terrified. Was it possible he had been lucky enough to receive a virgin? He shook his head, knowing how things went in the auction houses.



“Boy, go fetch the oil from the table by the bed.” Harry hurried to do his master’s bidding. Lucius beckoned him up on the couch. He had the boy lay back and spread his legs. He chuckled a little at how the boy tensed up.



Lucius poured a little of the oil onto the boy’s stomach and laughed at how he shivered from the unexpected coolness of the liquid. He spread the oil with his fingertips, frowning at the flinch his touch first caused. He was gratified by the moan that soon followed. Harry seemed surprised by the sound that had come from him, and he blushed a little. Lucius smirked and grew harder at the sight of the red-stained cheeks of his slave. Soon he was using his palms to spread the oil all over the body of the boy. He was amused at the giggles he elicited when his fingers found the sides of his slave. He was aroused by the little moans given when he grazed his fingers over pert nipples, and he nearly came from the sound of the whimpers as his fingers massaged the boy’s inner thighs.



Lucius worked his slave into quite a state, and once he had the boy writhing before him, he brushed a finger over the boy’s entrance. He was pleased that the expected tensing did not occur. He coated his hands with oil once again, appreciative of the light vanilla scent, and began working one slick finger into his slave. He received moans and sighs in return. Lucius was startled by the tight heat. He’d never felt a passage as tight as this before.



“When was the last time you were had, boy?”



Harry managed to ground out, “Never, Master. I have been kept pure for your pleasure.”



Lucius was delighted. The thought that his finger was the first to ever breach the boy nearly had him frantic to claim the boy’s innocence. He refrained, however, and continued slowly working his finger into the boy. It wouldn’t do to damage his slave.



Lucius crooked his finger, looking for the spot that would make the boy howl. He found it and brushed his finger over the little bundle of nerves. His slave arched his back off of the couch in response and cried out, “Master!” in a voice that caused Lucius to growl in arousal. He continued to take his time, adding a second finger, and then a third. Lucius knew that it would hurt the first time no matter how carefully he prepared the boy. His cock was simply too large to be comfortable in a virgin ass. Deciding that his slave was as prepared as he would ever be, Lucius swung him effortlessly into his arms and carried him over to the bed. He pulled the sheets and comforter all the way to the foot of the bed and placed the writhing boy carefully on the cool cotton sheets.



Harry spread his legs and murmured, “Please,” and his master took the invitation to capture his pet’s lips.



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To Be Continued



A/N: No, I’m not skipping this raunchy sex scene, I’m just saving it for the next chapter so y’all have some good smut to read before having to put up with some plot (eww, not plot!). I hope you’ll continue reading!