Hole

It was nearly Christmas, and Draco owed his mother something special. He had heard of a Faberge egg coming up for auction, something Narcissa had always coveted despite Lucius\' disdain for Muggle creations. Dressed impeccably in Muggle attire, Draco was about to enter the auction rooms.



And then he was gone.



He reappeared in a cellar, his clothing and accessories apparently having failed to accompany him. As he slipped to the floor unconscious he strained uselessly to see who had captured him.



* * *



When he awoke, still on the floor, he was collared. "I didn\'t apply the full range of spells," Lupin said from his chair, his professor\'s voice as pedantic and calm as ever. "Just the ones to ensure that you do as you are told and tell me the truth. Lie on your back on the bed and spread your legs as wide as you can." Standing up, Lupin closed the book he had been reading and waited for Draco to stagger to his feet and comply. The werewolf\'s eyes were cold as he placed the book on the table and picked up a screw-top jar, bringing it with him to the bed.



Draco shivered. Lupin\'s hands were cool and methodical as he greased his fingers and slipped one blunt digit into Draco\'s tight pucker. He leaned forward, sniffing.



"Oh Draco! Malfoys never take it up the arse, do they? But you... you want this!" Lupin\'s face looked ten years younger as he laughed. "I smell fear and desire, intermingled. Have you ever been taken like this, Draco?"



He turned his face to the wall. "No."



"You can\'t ask for it, can you? Can\'t let anyone know that you are submissive. This is going to be even better than I dreamed."



A second finger joined the first. "Harry says you never took him without lubrication, so I won\'t take you that way. I could, but I won\'t. On the other hand..." the fingers withdrew and were replaced with what must be Lupin\'s cock, "...it\'s not as if you were particularly careful of him either." He was impaled like a cocktail prawn on a sharp, broad skewer. It hurt like fuck. He whimpered as the rod of flesh was forced deeper without finesse or consideration. His spine was going to shatter.



"I don\'t want it any more!" he screamed.



"You don\'t get any more choice than Harry did, Malfoy, which is none at all."



Lupin panted shallowly as he pulled out and shoved back in, even deeper than before. Draco screamed for the first few thrusts, but it made no difference at all; Lupin moved like a sex machine, pumping in and out with utter regularity.



"What was it that you had Harry do that time, Malfoy? Oh yes, I remember: \'Engorgio\', wasn\'t it? You had him ask for you to engorgio your cock five times while you were inside him."



"It wasn\'t his first time!" Draco pleaded, his grey eyes almost seeming dark in the pallor of his terrified face. "He\'d been doing it for months, by then."



"Engorgio," came the other wizard\'s reply, and inside him, impossibly, the invader grew larger than before. Something inside him tore and he cried out, but Lupin did not check in his mechanical rhythm. "Engorgio." Nothing that large could fit inside him. He was going to die. The pain as the huge cock was brutally thrust in and ripped out of him was only rivalled by the fear Draco felt. "Engorgio." He fainted.



He awoke in a pool of blood very like the one that had resulted when he did the same thing to Potter. There was a wand inside him - healing him he realised. His eyes studied Lupin with the knowledge that his life was in this being\'s hands.



Potter was alive. Surely Lupin would leave him the same way.



"I\'m not sure your arsehole will ever be the same," Lupin commented, his fist seemingly inserted to the wrist as he worked inside Draco.



Draco had slept like that, that night with the slave, fist inserted inside Hole as he lay shocked in a pool of his own blood, stretched arse gradually contracting around Draco\'s fist, until by morning Draco had had to grease it to get it out again. Draco still wanked occasionally to the memory. He didn\'t think he would be doing that again.



Lupin pulled out his fist, grimacing at the sight, and cast a series of cleaning spells that removed most of the mess. The coppery smell of blood mixed with the musky scent of cum remained.



As Lupin put a blood-replenishing potion to Draco\'s lips - by the look of it, one of the potions from the stock Draco himself had compiled all those months ago - he pushed a stringy lock of the blond\'s damp hair out of the way. Draco was mortified to find himself shivering at the gentleness of the touch. Under the circumstances, surely it was impossible for him to have become aroused - except that he had. It was the spells, he told himself. He must have said it aloud because Lupin corrected him with a smugness that was extremely annoying. "Probably a combination of the spells with the loss of your virginity, trauma... and I would surmise that my former position of authority over you at school may well have factored into your response as well, given your natural submissive tendencies.



"I should have suspected, actually, given your complex obsession with Harry - surely the ultimate alpha male of your year - that something like this underlay the whole mess. Is that why you organised his escape?"



Draco desperately wanted to deny it, struggling for several minutes against the spells as Lupin waited with an expression of patient interest. "I don\'t know."



Lupin cocked his head. "You don\'t know why you organised the escape?"



"Yes. Well - not completely."



"Explain in detail," Lupin said, and he sat down again in the chair beside the bed. Draco let his head fall flat on the bed as he addressed the ceiling.



"I just... didn\'t want either of the alternatives on offer.



"Option One: Harry Potter unavailable for fucking because he was dead. Option Two: Harry Potter unavailable for fucking because he was free and staying as far away from me as humanly possible, if not more.



"What I really wanted was Option Three: Harry Potter my willing loveslave, available day and night for creative fucking for at least the next twenty years, but, given the available options I found that I really really preferred Option Two." Draco grimaced. "That\'s the bit I really don\'t understand.



"When Potter was first captured and enslaved I thought that all my Christmases had come at once. At first I found it incredibly satisfying, pounding into him while fully aware of how he would hate it if he were ...well... there. It was addictive. But then I realised that something was missing.



"I tried everything to fill the gap. That\'s why - well, the beatings and the Engorgio and all that. But it didn\'t help the feeling go away. Finally I realised that what I really missed was the hate in his eyes. Oh Hole disliked me - perhaps he even hated me, I don\'t know - but he didn\'t have the weight of years of obsessive hatred behind his gaze that Potter did. When I understood that I was able to step back and realise that Hole could never give me what I wanted. Only Potter could do that, and Potter wasn\'t there.



"But having him dead wasn\'t acceptable either. I don\'t have a reason why I let him go. There isn\'t any reason. It doesn\'t make sense. I just - had to."



Lupin examined his face carefully, as if the answers might appear there. "And the others?"



"He\'d just\'ve gotten himself caught coming back for them. And anyway everyone knew that I wouldn\'t risk a thing for the mudblood or the Weasels. It made a good cover."



"Who else suspected you?"



"My mother. Lucius, probably. The aurors only suspected because I took the Weaselette into the Ball, but I made that look like a complete red herring." Draco paused, then added explosively, "How the HELL did you know?"



Lupin reached behind him and brought out a paddle and a bottle of firewhisky. As Draco stared at it in horror he replied, "You told Ginny that her brother had given you a blowjob."



Automatically Draco worked it out. If the only blowjob Ron Weasley had given was to a roving entertainer, then Draco must have been disguised and... yes, if one started from that point it seemed obvious. Dammit, that meant Sturgess had the same information. Had he been in the room at the time? Draco couldn\'t remember.



"Join me on the chair," Lupin ordered softly.



Reluctantly Draco lifted his battered body from the bed and carefully draped himself over Lupin\'s knees. His cock was half erect at the thought. That would be right - half good, solid fear and half anticipation.



"You\'ll make it out alive," the werewolf assured him, licking his lips and smoothing cool liquid over Draco\'s arse. "Harry did. But the journey will be a long and difficult one." Down came a swat on Draco\'s buttocks.



"ONE, Thankyou Master." By the jump in Lupin\'s cock, Draco could tell he liked hearing that. Draco\'s buttocks stung, but he was going to live. He clung to the thought.



"TWO, Thankyou Master."



**** THE END ****



I would like very much to thanks my faithfully encouraging readers, who kept me going all the way through this fic. Thankyou dmdarklord, Belladonna_LaMorte, Leentje, Momoko, romanticfae, Cathartes, MidnightLilly, Freeup, ladyedgecombe, Night The Storyteller, rdwind and mls1971.



I know the epilogue looks like it could become a saga all on its own, but I don\'t plan to write it and if I do get the inspiration for a one-shot or two to tell what happened it will not be this month - probably not before Christmas. We\'re in the busy part of the year now and I have lots of things to do. All the best to you all. I hope you find the ending satisfactory.