Sing for Me, Cry for Me

disclaimer: not mine, all characters belong to jkrowling

It\' s the way you love me
It\'s a feeling like this
It\'s centrifugal motion
It\'s perpetual bliss
It\'s that pivotal moment
It\'s subliminal
This kiss, this kiss
It\'s criminal

Harry could never tell afterwards how long he was in a state of total submission and surrender to the ministrations of Lucius Malfoy’s lips and tongue. He was consumed and devoured by sensations he’d never felt before. First of all he forgot where and with who he was. Who was the person that was taking away every bit of his consciousness, every part of his soul and every beat of his heart leaving him breathless and empty and then pouring in all that was being taken away moment’s ago three times as much.

He was nowhere and everywhere. He was nothing and everything. The kiss burnt and chilled. Thousands of pictures were floating in front of his closed eyes, which he wasn’t too sure, why he’d closed in the first place. He barely comprehended the fact that he was being branded and owned by Lucius Malfoy and that his tongue was now searching through every hidden crevice of Harry’s mouth and the feeling made him whimper and respond. Respond to audacious and unstoppable invasion of his territory and he subconsciously understood that he had no chance of fighting back but he could mingle and melt in this foreign taste. He let eternity to linger and for a moment he became whole and one with Lucius Malfoy.

Slowly and very carefully he started coming back to reality where he was held tight in Lucius Malfoy’s arms. He was cradled and pressed tightly to that solid body. Hands roaming up and down his back, stopping at his waist gently caressing his every curve never letting go as if he would shatter. And Harry knew that he would shatter as soon as this unknown enemy’s touch would stop. He would fall and break and he wasn’t sure that he would be put back together again. Because the realization of who exactly was kissing him though gradually but firmly was settling inside his head. And the thought that it was wrong, very wrong, even criminal at last took possession of him.

He wrenched himself free from this sinful mouth that blessed and cursed him at the same time but he couldn’t find his way through the arms, which held him in an iron grip.

“No!” he cried, ”Please, no. Let me go.” he pleaded with his captor trying to struggle away, the motion which seemed only to bring him closer to his tormentor. As if he was in a sticky web where every thread was bringing him closer, binding him stronger, suffocating him leaving him out of breath and out of strength.

“I don’t think I can Harry”, said Lucius shaking his head.

Harry looked at him with fear in his huge green eyes.

“Why not?” he manage to whisper.

He seemed to cease the struggle for a moment gathering back his wits and strength.

“Because I can’t Harry. Now that I’ve tasted you, now that my tongue has been inside your mouth entwining with your tongue there’s no turning back. I want to have you all and I will have you all and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Harry gasped and started his struggle again, which was quite pointless in Lucius’ opinion, and he briefly wondered where Harry’s wand was. Being a wizard it was supposed to be the first thing that he would try to use against him, but Harry had no intentions of bringing it out (not that he could) and it was nowhere to be seen.

Harry noted that while he was inches away from puffing air out of his ears as a broken teapot Lucius was as calm and almost bored as if he was reading a last year newspaper. And that observation was quite disturbing. And deep down Harry understood that his fight was quite pointless and hopeless because Lucius as far as he knew the man would go through with his promises or threats, as they were, with calmness and aloofness as if he was doing it on a daily basis. A thought still more unnerving to Harry sending goosebumps all over his skin.

Lucius noticed Harry’s momentarily detachment and not liking the way he was being ignored slapped him hard across the face which not surprisingly brought Harry’s attention back to him filling his blank stare with horror again.

“As I was saying Harry” he continued in a smooth dangerous voice: “I fully intend to take you all leaving nothing out of my reach. Don’t struggle.” he added whispering softly and almost lovingly.

Lovingly? Harry mentally snorted and immediately started doubting his sanity. ‘Lovingly? The man holds you here against your will! The man has just kissed you against your will! Though you didn’t seem to mind! The man has just slapped you across the face! The man served the person who wanted to kill you all your life! The man who promises to take you all leaving nothing out of his reach! Ruthless, merciless, unforgiving! And you are calling his actions loving? He must have poisoned my mind or all these kissing must have botched something very important in my brain. Stupid. Stupid. Oh no!’ thought Harry as an afterthought when he came back out of his yet another wandering away and saw the look on Lucius’s face. But before he could form any coherent plea he was slapped once again though this time even harder than before making tears leak down his feverished cheeks.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You have to learn to be more attentive, Harry. I won’t stand your spacing out while you’re here with me. So I suggest you behave if you don’t want the consequences to be severe. Am I making myself clear?”

Lucius was waiting for a response and Harry knew it was best to answer that yes it was clear as daylight but Harry’s tongue was never in cooperation with his mind that’s why he said something absolutely opposite trying to be as calm as Lucius:

“No.”

Lucius raised his aristocratic eyebrow.

“No?”

It was inquired too calm which made it still more frightening. Harry didn’t want to enrage the dark wizard further trying to stay on his good side as long as possible. He still had this absurd notion that he had a chance of getting away unscathed. Which was quite ridiculous to begin with argued the rational part of him. You don’t even have your wand. Snape the bastard took it away, leaving you all alone and defenseless somewhere deep down in the dungeons…So he decided to clear out his previous rather succinct statement.

“No, please. Just let me go. Mr. Malfoy, please.”

His eyes were pleading, his voice was pleading, all of his body was asking to let him go. But for Lucius it was the most arousing sensation to see and to hear Harry pleading like that, which made Harry’s task of freeing himself still more impossible.

Lucius stifled a groan and replied:

“You don’t even know how beautiful you are when you plead Harry…” he said huskily tracing his thumb over Harry’s face down his cheek where now visibly shone bright purple welts from his slaps. He traced the place where he hit Harry making him hiss with pain.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

Harry didn’t answer.

“But you have to learn some discipline, some good manners, my little one. Don’t worry though I’ll take care of it.”

Which made Harry worry considerably. It sounded as if Lucius wasn’t talking about one time in the deserted classroom. If only Harry knew.

He shivered as Lucius’s touch continued down his cheek to his jawbone and again up to his lips. There the touch ceased for a moment while Lucius was taking in the picture of Harry’s enormously huge verdant eyes smoldering him in its fire. Right now Lucius was far from caring what exactly this fire consisted of. Be it terror, fright, anger, hate, contempt, disgust he didn’t care because it was beautiful and it was calling him in.

After the kiss Lucius was sure that Harry was his mate. He felt it in the tissue of Harry’s mouth and tongue. How perfectly they entwined and mingled and how Harry was lost for a long time there with him. But the kiss wasn’t enough. And even if it was he himself wouldn’t stop now even if it was the last thing he did. He needed more, he needed all.

Lucius rubbed Harry’s bottom lip with his thumb, which made Harry suddenly fiercely bite him leaving traces of his teeth on Lucius’ thumb and Lucius’ blood on his lips. It came as a surprise but Lucius decided not to punish Harry for this little outburst but rather lick those tempting perfect pouty blood-stained lips. “What’s love with no pain?” he reasoned chuckling.

Harry expecting another blow to his face rather than a gentle caress was taken aback by a soft touch of Lucius’s lips on his own gasping out loud and opening his mouth as if actually inviting Lucius further in. Still held tightly and securely in one arm Harry tried to wriggle out again in process pressing himself to the unmistakable hardness of Lucius’s, which made Lucius let go of Harry’s mouth to take a deep breath because the sensation that the contact created was heaven and hell for him.

He’s been restraining himself for far too long now going rather slow due to Harry’s persistent fighting. But it was in character of his mate to fight and to struggle and Lucius appreciated it quite a lot.

While Harry looked as if he had been petrified Lucius only smirked bathing in the blissful feeling of their bodies touching in almost intimate way. A few more layers of clothing away and he would finally find his heaven. He then brought his bitten finger up to Harry’s lips saying:

“Lick it.”

Harry frantically shook his head looking at Lucius in disbelief.

“No.”

“Yes, Harry, yes. You are going to do what I tell you and right now I am telling you to lick my thumb which you bit not so long ago. I haven’t punished you then but I will do it now if you want to.”

Breathing heavily with fear and both internal and external shivering and with Lucius’s finger still pressed to his lip Harry ventured to ask:

“W-what kind of punishment?”

It made Lucius laugh:

“You’re a true Gryffindor Harry. Always brave, always up for a challenge. You are lucky I like it in you. And as for the punishment my cane will come right in handy for your perfect ass.”

Harry shuddered recalling the feel of the cane before and opted for the first option, which made Lucius sigh in blessed satisfaction. While Harry was tentatively and frighteningly licking his thumb clean still not getting used to the idea that he was doing it and to no other than Lucius Malfoy, Lucius felt more and more that he couldn’t prolong their conversation at such pace.

He felt the desire overpowering him and he started pushing Harry towards the wall. The closer the veela was getting to his mate the stronger he wanted him. He wanted to have him right now, to be inside him, to burn him, to brand him, to make him his, to leave him in agony, to heal him, to bless him, to curse him, to feel him as close as he could get, to bind him forever.

Suddenly Harry found himself shackled to the cold wall of the dungeon while Lucius was taking off his outer robes and looking at Harry with lust and passion so intense that it made Harry’s temperature go high up and to his absolute embarrassment horror and disgust he found himself quite aroused by the view and the way Lucius robes seemed to be uncoiling like snakes all around him and falling neatly on the floor.

Harry tried again:

“No, Mr. Malfoy. Please don’t. Why are you doing this to me?” he asked tears that he held for so long finally flooding down his cheeks.

“Because I need to do it Harry, haven’t I told you before? Don’t fight it sweetheart. It would be so much easier if you only give in.”

“Give in? You shackled me to the wall! You are about to rape me! And you want me to give in?”

“Shh, Harry.” he pressed his finger to Harry’s lips to calm him down: “Don’t yell so loud you’re bringing me a headache and when I have a headache I am very irritable and rather cruel. And you surely don’t want that. Now all you have to do is to enjoy yourself.”

With that he brandished his wand and in a quick swift motion Harry’s robes joined his on the floor.

“No, please, no”

“Shh…little one. That’s right, cry for me, love. Cry.”

And while his eyes roamed over the gorgeous young body in front of him drinking in the honey skin and drops of sweat that started coming out on Harry’s forehead his hands now moved everywhere starting with Harry’s hair down his face, tracing tears and bruises, down his neck, to his chest, to his nipples sending shivers all through Harry’s body. Tiny snakelike fingertips everywhere so deceitfully soft and tender.

No more words were said. Biting his lips hard and letting his tears fall freely Harry gave in. He shuddered and shivered and trembled like a leaf. He was on fire from head to toes wondering if that was how the witches and wizards that were being burnt felt. It was like an eternity. Like the time had stopped. When Lucius entered him in one swift painful motion he cried out loud not being able to withstand the pain that shoot through his whole being. It made Lucius shudder with need to be inside Harry again and again. To feel and see his back arching into his body and those perfect tears now mixed with sweat and blood that Harry was constantly drawing from his lips falling down to his chest. He was hardly coherent anymore and whispering:

“By Salazar, you’re so beautiful when you cry.” Lucius came deep inside Harry making him cry still more. The picture of exquisite agony and pain. So beautiful and so purely painful. It cut like a knife. And if Lucius was a sentimental man he would have cried too.

He needed a long moment to calm himself and leaning against Harry he tried to normalize his breathing. No one ever made him lose control over his emotions and his body like that. He was hardly aware that he cried out Harry’s name when he came. He was undone as much as Harry and it remained a question who was shattered and who hurt more. He was pressed tight against Harry who hung his head down sobbing silently into Lucius’s shoulder.

After a while Lucius muttered a cleaning spell for both of them and released Harry from the shackles, which made Harry’s body slide down to the floor. Naked, violated and abused he wrapped his arms around his legs bringing them closer to his chest as if separating himself from the rest of the world, as if it could safe him from the world and the man who stood in front of him. His mind was almost blank with stray thoughts of “why?” and “it’s not fair” crossing it now and then.

When he heard the rustle of clothes close beside him he lifted his head up to the sight of already dressed Lucius holding out Harry’s robes saying calmly as if the most normal and ordinary thing had just taken place:
“Put it on, kitten. It’s cold in here. I don’t want you to fall ill.”

Though soft as it was it still felt like a command and Harry complied still thinking about how on earth a person could be so ruthlessly calm all the time. He was dressing under the scrutinizing gaze of Lucius who couldn’t help but watch his mate. “Another month and I will know for sure.” he thought, “Only one month to wait. I can do it. Though Salazar help me to stay away from him for at least a day. I can’t give him up. Not now. Not ever. Even if he’s not my true mate. This was too good. Too perfect”

Harry wondered if anything Lucius said or did would ever surprise him again.

When Lucius asked him where his wand was he calmly answered “Snape” as if it explained everything. But it did. ‘Oh, Severus. It seems I didn’t get the chance to visit him today. Not that I complain. Quite on the contrary. So Snape confiscated his wand and left my precious kitten defenseless and at my mercy here? I’m sure he didn’t have in mind that sort of detention but I’ll still have to buy the old bastard a present.’

Lucius idly surveyed the room finding that Harry made quite an admirable job cleaning all those filthy cauldrons. Of course he was far from done but that wasn’t his fault so Lucius decided to spell them clean himself. It’s not like Snape would doubt that Harry did it without magic after all he didn’t have his wand.

Harry was sitting on the floor again embracing himself and shivering slightly. Lucius knelt down on one knee lifted Harry’s head up so that he could look him straight in the eyes and softly said:

“I’m sorry love, but it had to be done.”

“Go. Lucius, please just go. If nothing else you owe me at least that much.” he whispered in a broken voice.

Lucius couldn’t help but shiver when Harry said his name. So perfect. He gently brushed Harry’s lips with his own finding no resistance at all and silently left but not before he heard Harry’s broken and still more beautiful voice he ever heard sing quietly:

He took all that I had that I could give
He didn’t ask just took it piece by piece
He left me there sitting on the floor
With moonlight bathing me in waves of cold
I asked and pleaded begged and cried
He never stopped no matter what I tried
And though he’s cruel and ruthless that I know
He was as loving and his touch as light as snow
It was so wrong and then it felt so right
It hurt and hurt a lot I lived and died
He pinned me with his naked body to the bare wall
And tear after tear graced the floor

Lucius leaned on the opposite side of the door and whispered: “I’ll come back for you love, don’t worry. You’re mine now.”

lyrics: Faith Hill


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