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Chapter Number/Total: 5/31
Chapter Title: Exposed
Words: 2391 Words
Harry hung in the chains, his blood dripping steadily onto the stone floor.
Voldemort picked up the bowl of strawberries and sent it floating over to Lucius, who caught it. The whips shimmered and disappeared. Lucius chose a ripe strawberry from the bowl and held it to Harry's lips.
It was tempting, it really was. Harry swallowed, wetting his dry throat before he leaned forward a little and opened his mouth to accept the fruit. He ate from Lucius' fingers and the man smiled at him. "That's good," Lucius encouraged. Then he stepped over and picked up a goblet of wine, bringing it back over to Harry's lips.
Harry blinked at the goblet warily, not even sure what was in it. It could've been a potion, a poison or just plain water. But he drank from it anyway, making a small face at the strong taste, even though it didn't matter much, because it was finally something to drink. Harry licked his lips, the wine feeling warm in his stomach.
Lucius chuckled again and then set the glass aside before reaching a hand to cup Harry's chin, thumb caressing his lips. The touch sent a warm shiver down Harry's spine. In fact, his entire body felt warm and tingly. Another moment passed and Harry began to pant, the tingles quickly turning pleasurable. "What is happening?" Harry asked, flushing as he felt himself begin to get hard, feeling as though the very air around him was caressing his skin.
That brought a laugh from both men. "You will crave our touch now, Harry," Lucius explained. "It will hurt if you don't get it."
"No," Harry whispered, feeling himself continue to harden. He had never been with anyone sexually, and was horrified by the idea of his first experience being with Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort of all people.
"Frenum mentulae," Lucius intoned, swirling the tip of his wand and a red line of magic drew itself around the base of Harry's cock and tightened. "You will beg us for release, for even the smallest touch," the man explained.
Harry cried out weakly, feeling hot all over and so, so aroused. Now he wasn't too sure if this was better or worse than the whipping.
Voldemort waved a hand and the chairs turned to face them. Voldemort sat down in one and then opened the front of his robe, exposing his arousal.
Lucius used his wand again to lower Harry so that the chain was now held in his hand. He tugged Harry forward again. "On your knees for your Master," he said.
Harry was absolutely horrified. He tried to back away, despite the way his body was shuddering in a kind of ache that crawled over his skin.
Voldemort smiled and beckoned with his fingers. Against his will, Harry's cock pulsed and his skin seemed to crave something. Harry made an odd noise in the back of his throat, his head falling back as he gasped for air.
"Worship Him, Harry," Lucius told him. "Submit and your pain will ease."
Harry didn't know how he was supposed to go about worshipping Voldemort, but he did know that he didn't want to do it. He shook his head and bore down, trying his best to ignore the sensations going through his body.
Lucius dragged Harry forward and then shoved him to his knees before Voldemort. Harry wanted to resist but found his body felt like a puppet, moving without his consent. Lucius gripped the back of Harry's hair and forced his head down toward Voldemort's shaft. Harry winced and tried to pull away, but he couldn't, tears beginning to well in his eyes again from the pain that had begun to build up along with the pleasure. He looked down at Voldemort's erection but clenched his teeth, refusing to open his mouth. He felt more than heard Lucius move up behind him and then a hand came to rest on Harry's arse. Harry flinched.
"You know what you have to do," Lucius sneered. "And if you do anything that hurts our Master, it will hurt worse than Cruciatus before I am through with you."
Harry bit his lip, beginning to realise what they wanted with him, the very idea making him gag. Harry needed to know if there was some way to stop him. "What are you going to do?" he asked.
Voldemort reached a talon-like hand to grab Harry's chin and force his eyes up to look back at him. His own red eyes focused on Harry's. "You lost, Harry," he reminded him. "Now we can do whatever we want with you."
Harry tried to tug his chin out of Voldemort's grip, the thin fingers and long nails digging into his flesh. "You can't ...."
"But I can and will," the Dark Lord insisted.
Behind him, Lucius shifted and Harry felt his nails bite into the flesh of his arse.
Harry winced and shook his head, struggling against the ache in his body. "No, you can't. I won't," he tried to say firmly, his voice shaking instead.
Voldemort tsked and released him roughly. Lucius shoved Harry with his foot so that the man fell onto his side. "Let that potion work in you a while and see how you feel," he sneered.
***
Draco slept poorly, his dreams making him feel even more on edge after the incident. He woke in the early morning with a start. Draco usually woke aroused and the dreams had only made that more certain. He glanced over and when it looked as if Potter was still asleep, he reached into his pyjama bottoms and quietly began to stroke himself.
Harry was still curled up in his bed, shivering and shuddering even with the blanket, his eyes clenched tightly shut. He was gripping the blanket around him so strongly that his knuckles had gone white. Harry was dreaming again, a nightmare, but there was nothing he could do to get out of it.
Draco's eyes were closed as he pulled on his shaft, gasping a bit.
Tears began to stream out of Harry's eyes as he continued to shake, soaking his pillow. He finally made a soft whimpering sound and shifted, but not much.
Draco came in his hand, making only a small noise as he did. When he heard the whimper from Potter, he quickly pulled his hand out and cast a Cleaning Charm. He rolled out of bed and went to the other man. "Potter?" he whispered, laying a hand on his shoulder.
Harry jerked and cried out, scrambling away as fast as he could and pressing himself against the headboard of the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest. His shook with fear, not yet noticing that it was only the younger Malfoy who had touched him.
"Potter, you are safe," Draco said, not trying to touch him again, but not moving away.
Harry covered his face and tried to remind himself of where he was and that he really was safe. It was only after a few minutes that he noticed his pyjama pants were wet and clinging to him uncomfortably. He had wet himself. His face turned red with shame.
Draco gripped the side of the bed, wanting to reach out and hold the man but not knowing if it was the right thing to do. "It’s okay, Potter," he reassured him. "It was a bad dream."
Harry swallowed, unable to look at him in the face just yet. "I want to change," he whispered.
"Certainly," Draco said. "Let's get you a shower and the house-elf can clean the bed while we are having breakfast." He reached a hand out to Potter.
Harry eyed his hand before taking it, shifting over so he could get out of the bed.
Draco helped him. "Do you want to pick out your clothes for today?"
Harry shrugged, not really caring what he wore. He just wanted to get out of these wet pyjamas now.
Draco lifted his wand. "Shall I cast a Cleaning Charm for you?" he asked.
Harry cautiously looked at the wand then back at Malfoy, nodding weakly.
Draco cast the spell and then turned back to the wardrobe, opening drawers. "Pick something, Potter," he said. Getting Potter to make decisions was an important part of getting the man well again.
Harry stepped up beside him and looked in the wardrobe, picking up the first shirt he saw and then a pair of jeans. It was from his older clothing, because he remembered wearing them in his fourth year of Hogwarts.
Draco walked Potter to the bathroom. He leant over, drawing a bath.
Harry quietly sat down on the toilet seat and set his clothes beside him, watching as Malfoy started the bath for him. There was something strange about watching him do it – it reminded him of something, but he couldn't figure it out. Confused, he pushed the feeling away, concentrating on pulling his shirt off. "Are you going to cut my hair now?"
"Yes, that's a good idea," Draco said. He rooted around in the cabinet, looking for a pair of scissors. He found a pair and then began clipping away the tangled mess of black hair.
Harry stayed still for Malfoy, pulling his shirt back down as he idly watched his hair fall to the floor around him.
The man's hair was such a mess that Draco had to cut nearly all of it off. It was extremely short. "Well, I guess I will have to get you that Hair Grow Potion now," he sighed.
Harry felt exposed without the hair covering his face. He reached up to feel how short it was, biting his lip a little harder when there was hardly any there.
"Don't worry. I will send an owl to the Potion Shop after breakfast," the blond said. He turned the taps off. "Do you want me to leave while you bathe?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, something tugging at his memory, and then shook his head no. Standing up, he finished undressing and walked over to the tub, stepping inside and sitting down with a small sigh.
Draco kept his face turned away when Potter stripped and didn't turn back until he was in the tub. He used a Cleaning Spell to remove the hair from the floor and then sat down on the toilet seat to wait for the man to bathe.
Harry reached for the soap and began to scrub it over his skin, finding it easier than he would have thought to ignore Malfoy. At St Mungo's, they used Cleaning Spells, and sometimes showers, but he had never been allowed a bath. He loved baths. That odd feeling returned and he shook it off. He slid down and let his head dip under the water for a moment, just to get it wet and to wash off the soap on his body.
"Feel better?" Draco asked when it seemed the man was finished.
Harry nodded, finally looking at him. He felt better, not completely clean, but better. He stood up and waited for Malfoy to hand him a towel.
Draco averted his eyes quickly, but not before getting a glimpse of a completely naked Potter. He picked up a towel and handed it to him without looking.
Harry took the towel and stepped out of the tub, gently rubbing it over his skin. "You next?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco said, licking his lips nervously. "Do you want me to take you back to the room first?"
Harry tilted his head and shook it. "No."
Draco tested the water and found it was a bit cooler than he liked it. He cast both Purifying and Warming Charms on it and then pulled his top off. Licking his lips nervously, he stripped his pyjama bottoms off and stepped into the tub.
Harry watched his every move, taking a seat on the toilet. He liked watching Malfoy.
Draco would have sworn he could feel the other man's eyes on him and it made him more nervous. He focused on bathing as quickly as he could. "Can you dress yourself, Potter?" he asked the other man.
Harry startled but then reached for the clothes, pulling them on. Not surprisingly, the older clothes fit Harry better than his newer ones, considering he was just about as skinny as he was then, if not more.
Once clean, Draco pulled the plug and stood up in the tub, reaching for a towel. He dried himself and wrapped it about his hips, realising then that he had left his own clothes in the bedroom.
Harry noticed as well, but he didn't say anything, as he followed Draco back to the room.
Draco pulled out his clothes and after a moment of hesitation, removed the towel and began dressing. He almost felt as though Potter's gaze was a physical sensation. Problem was that he wasn't sure if it bothered him or excited him. He sighed and tried to push those thoughts away.
Harry sat down on his bed, carefully avoiding the wet spot in the centre of it. "I did that," he mumbled, referring to the scar he saw on Malfoy's chest just before he pulled his shirt on.
The shirt was halfway buttoned when Draco paused, looking up at him. He fingered the scars that slashed across his chest. "Yes, you remember," he said.
"I'm sorry," Harry apologised quietly, looking down at his lap.
Draco walked over and hesitantly sat down on the bed next to Potter. "I had a lot of time to think about things while I was in hiding," he said. "I never apologised to you. For breaking your nose, and ... for all the other things."
"Me too," Harry said, slowly looking at Malfoy. There was just something about Malfoy now that made Harry want to trust him, even with all the background they had together. He had obviously changed, but then again, so had Harry.
"So, yes, I apologise for everything," Draco said softly, smiling. It was inadequate, of course. But then what wouldn’t be? He finished buttoning his shirt. "Ready for breakfast?"
Harry didn't know what else to say, knowing that this apology was something big. He couldn't have imagined the boy he knew in school doing it. "I'm ready," he whispered, getting up again.
Chapter Title: Exposed
Words: 2391 Words
Harry hung in the chains, his blood dripping steadily onto the stone floor.
Voldemort picked up the bowl of strawberries and sent it floating over to Lucius, who caught it. The whips shimmered and disappeared. Lucius chose a ripe strawberry from the bowl and held it to Harry's lips.
It was tempting, it really was. Harry swallowed, wetting his dry throat before he leaned forward a little and opened his mouth to accept the fruit. He ate from Lucius' fingers and the man smiled at him. "That's good," Lucius encouraged. Then he stepped over and picked up a goblet of wine, bringing it back over to Harry's lips.
Harry blinked at the goblet warily, not even sure what was in it. It could've been a potion, a poison or just plain water. But he drank from it anyway, making a small face at the strong taste, even though it didn't matter much, because it was finally something to drink. Harry licked his lips, the wine feeling warm in his stomach.
Lucius chuckled again and then set the glass aside before reaching a hand to cup Harry's chin, thumb caressing his lips. The touch sent a warm shiver down Harry's spine. In fact, his entire body felt warm and tingly. Another moment passed and Harry began to pant, the tingles quickly turning pleasurable. "What is happening?" Harry asked, flushing as he felt himself begin to get hard, feeling as though the very air around him was caressing his skin.
That brought a laugh from both men. "You will crave our touch now, Harry," Lucius explained. "It will hurt if you don't get it."
"No," Harry whispered, feeling himself continue to harden. He had never been with anyone sexually, and was horrified by the idea of his first experience being with Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort of all people.
"Frenum mentulae," Lucius intoned, swirling the tip of his wand and a red line of magic drew itself around the base of Harry's cock and tightened. "You will beg us for release, for even the smallest touch," the man explained.
Harry cried out weakly, feeling hot all over and so, so aroused. Now he wasn't too sure if this was better or worse than the whipping.
Voldemort waved a hand and the chairs turned to face them. Voldemort sat down in one and then opened the front of his robe, exposing his arousal.
Lucius used his wand again to lower Harry so that the chain was now held in his hand. He tugged Harry forward again. "On your knees for your Master," he said.
Harry was absolutely horrified. He tried to back away, despite the way his body was shuddering in a kind of ache that crawled over his skin.
Voldemort smiled and beckoned with his fingers. Against his will, Harry's cock pulsed and his skin seemed to crave something. Harry made an odd noise in the back of his throat, his head falling back as he gasped for air.
"Worship Him, Harry," Lucius told him. "Submit and your pain will ease."
Harry didn't know how he was supposed to go about worshipping Voldemort, but he did know that he didn't want to do it. He shook his head and bore down, trying his best to ignore the sensations going through his body.
Lucius dragged Harry forward and then shoved him to his knees before Voldemort. Harry wanted to resist but found his body felt like a puppet, moving without his consent. Lucius gripped the back of Harry's hair and forced his head down toward Voldemort's shaft. Harry winced and tried to pull away, but he couldn't, tears beginning to well in his eyes again from the pain that had begun to build up along with the pleasure. He looked down at Voldemort's erection but clenched his teeth, refusing to open his mouth. He felt more than heard Lucius move up behind him and then a hand came to rest on Harry's arse. Harry flinched.
"You know what you have to do," Lucius sneered. "And if you do anything that hurts our Master, it will hurt worse than Cruciatus before I am through with you."
Harry bit his lip, beginning to realise what they wanted with him, the very idea making him gag. Harry needed to know if there was some way to stop him. "What are you going to do?" he asked.
Voldemort reached a talon-like hand to grab Harry's chin and force his eyes up to look back at him. His own red eyes focused on Harry's. "You lost, Harry," he reminded him. "Now we can do whatever we want with you."
Harry tried to tug his chin out of Voldemort's grip, the thin fingers and long nails digging into his flesh. "You can't ...."
"But I can and will," the Dark Lord insisted.
Behind him, Lucius shifted and Harry felt his nails bite into the flesh of his arse.
Harry winced and shook his head, struggling against the ache in his body. "No, you can't. I won't," he tried to say firmly, his voice shaking instead.
Voldemort tsked and released him roughly. Lucius shoved Harry with his foot so that the man fell onto his side. "Let that potion work in you a while and see how you feel," he sneered.
***
Draco slept poorly, his dreams making him feel even more on edge after the incident. He woke in the early morning with a start. Draco usually woke aroused and the dreams had only made that more certain. He glanced over and when it looked as if Potter was still asleep, he reached into his pyjama bottoms and quietly began to stroke himself.
Harry was still curled up in his bed, shivering and shuddering even with the blanket, his eyes clenched tightly shut. He was gripping the blanket around him so strongly that his knuckles had gone white. Harry was dreaming again, a nightmare, but there was nothing he could do to get out of it.
Draco's eyes were closed as he pulled on his shaft, gasping a bit.
Tears began to stream out of Harry's eyes as he continued to shake, soaking his pillow. He finally made a soft whimpering sound and shifted, but not much.
Draco came in his hand, making only a small noise as he did. When he heard the whimper from Potter, he quickly pulled his hand out and cast a Cleaning Charm. He rolled out of bed and went to the other man. "Potter?" he whispered, laying a hand on his shoulder.
Harry jerked and cried out, scrambling away as fast as he could and pressing himself against the headboard of the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest. His shook with fear, not yet noticing that it was only the younger Malfoy who had touched him.
"Potter, you are safe," Draco said, not trying to touch him again, but not moving away.
Harry covered his face and tried to remind himself of where he was and that he really was safe. It was only after a few minutes that he noticed his pyjama pants were wet and clinging to him uncomfortably. He had wet himself. His face turned red with shame.
Draco gripped the side of the bed, wanting to reach out and hold the man but not knowing if it was the right thing to do. "It’s okay, Potter," he reassured him. "It was a bad dream."
Harry swallowed, unable to look at him in the face just yet. "I want to change," he whispered.
"Certainly," Draco said. "Let's get you a shower and the house-elf can clean the bed while we are having breakfast." He reached a hand out to Potter.
Harry eyed his hand before taking it, shifting over so he could get out of the bed.
Draco helped him. "Do you want to pick out your clothes for today?"
Harry shrugged, not really caring what he wore. He just wanted to get out of these wet pyjamas now.
Draco lifted his wand. "Shall I cast a Cleaning Charm for you?" he asked.
Harry cautiously looked at the wand then back at Malfoy, nodding weakly.
Draco cast the spell and then turned back to the wardrobe, opening drawers. "Pick something, Potter," he said. Getting Potter to make decisions was an important part of getting the man well again.
Harry stepped up beside him and looked in the wardrobe, picking up the first shirt he saw and then a pair of jeans. It was from his older clothing, because he remembered wearing them in his fourth year of Hogwarts.
Draco walked Potter to the bathroom. He leant over, drawing a bath.
Harry quietly sat down on the toilet seat and set his clothes beside him, watching as Malfoy started the bath for him. There was something strange about watching him do it – it reminded him of something, but he couldn't figure it out. Confused, he pushed the feeling away, concentrating on pulling his shirt off. "Are you going to cut my hair now?"
"Yes, that's a good idea," Draco said. He rooted around in the cabinet, looking for a pair of scissors. He found a pair and then began clipping away the tangled mess of black hair.
Harry stayed still for Malfoy, pulling his shirt back down as he idly watched his hair fall to the floor around him.
The man's hair was such a mess that Draco had to cut nearly all of it off. It was extremely short. "Well, I guess I will have to get you that Hair Grow Potion now," he sighed.
Harry felt exposed without the hair covering his face. He reached up to feel how short it was, biting his lip a little harder when there was hardly any there.
"Don't worry. I will send an owl to the Potion Shop after breakfast," the blond said. He turned the taps off. "Do you want me to leave while you bathe?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, something tugging at his memory, and then shook his head no. Standing up, he finished undressing and walked over to the tub, stepping inside and sitting down with a small sigh.
Draco kept his face turned away when Potter stripped and didn't turn back until he was in the tub. He used a Cleaning Spell to remove the hair from the floor and then sat down on the toilet seat to wait for the man to bathe.
Harry reached for the soap and began to scrub it over his skin, finding it easier than he would have thought to ignore Malfoy. At St Mungo's, they used Cleaning Spells, and sometimes showers, but he had never been allowed a bath. He loved baths. That odd feeling returned and he shook it off. He slid down and let his head dip under the water for a moment, just to get it wet and to wash off the soap on his body.
"Feel better?" Draco asked when it seemed the man was finished.
Harry nodded, finally looking at him. He felt better, not completely clean, but better. He stood up and waited for Malfoy to hand him a towel.
Draco averted his eyes quickly, but not before getting a glimpse of a completely naked Potter. He picked up a towel and handed it to him without looking.
Harry took the towel and stepped out of the tub, gently rubbing it over his skin. "You next?" he asked.
"Yes," Draco said, licking his lips nervously. "Do you want me to take you back to the room first?"
Harry tilted his head and shook it. "No."
Draco tested the water and found it was a bit cooler than he liked it. He cast both Purifying and Warming Charms on it and then pulled his top off. Licking his lips nervously, he stripped his pyjama bottoms off and stepped into the tub.
Harry watched his every move, taking a seat on the toilet. He liked watching Malfoy.
Draco would have sworn he could feel the other man's eyes on him and it made him more nervous. He focused on bathing as quickly as he could. "Can you dress yourself, Potter?" he asked the other man.
Harry startled but then reached for the clothes, pulling them on. Not surprisingly, the older clothes fit Harry better than his newer ones, considering he was just about as skinny as he was then, if not more.
Once clean, Draco pulled the plug and stood up in the tub, reaching for a towel. He dried himself and wrapped it about his hips, realising then that he had left his own clothes in the bedroom.
Harry noticed as well, but he didn't say anything, as he followed Draco back to the room.
Draco pulled out his clothes and after a moment of hesitation, removed the towel and began dressing. He almost felt as though Potter's gaze was a physical sensation. Problem was that he wasn't sure if it bothered him or excited him. He sighed and tried to push those thoughts away.
Harry sat down on his bed, carefully avoiding the wet spot in the centre of it. "I did that," he mumbled, referring to the scar he saw on Malfoy's chest just before he pulled his shirt on.
The shirt was halfway buttoned when Draco paused, looking up at him. He fingered the scars that slashed across his chest. "Yes, you remember," he said.
"I'm sorry," Harry apologised quietly, looking down at his lap.
Draco walked over and hesitantly sat down on the bed next to Potter. "I had a lot of time to think about things while I was in hiding," he said. "I never apologised to you. For breaking your nose, and ... for all the other things."
"Me too," Harry said, slowly looking at Malfoy. There was just something about Malfoy now that made Harry want to trust him, even with all the background they had together. He had obviously changed, but then again, so had Harry.
"So, yes, I apologise for everything," Draco said softly, smiling. It was inadequate, of course. But then what wouldn’t be? He finished buttoning his shirt. "Ready for breakfast?"
Harry didn't know what else to say, knowing that this apology was something big. He couldn't have imagined the boy he knew in school doing it. "I'm ready," he whispered, getting up again.