Truth Imprisoned

Author’s note: Sorry about the long delay. Blame it on university and other stories. One day I will get the hang of not writing too many stories at once, but probably not for a good while to come.

Anyway, here’s the next chapter.

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The potion’s recipe demanded that some of the ingredients be fresh, or picked at a specific time or to have been soaked in some rare elixir under a full moon, or various other specifications. Therefore, after a cheerful lunch with Ron, during which Harry kept trying to persuade him that his new job was suicide, Harry stopped at a rare herbalist to buy the final items for his potion.

Sirius had been avoiding him, so he was, if anything, more convinced that the potion was necessary. There was no other way for things to be alright between them. He snuck out to the treehouse after a lonely dinner, since Sirius was nowhere in sight, and continued his work on the potion.

In one more day, it would be ready.

He was up before dawn, so that he could add a piece of his hair and leave the potion in the rays of the rising sun. Then he had to simmer it for two minutes, stirring clockwise as the liquid turned a sickly, green colour. He poured a little of the liquid into a small bottle, then added a couple of extra ingredients. The liquid turned blue, as the book said it should, and Harry poured some into the second bottle he had ready. All he needed now was to convince Dobby to put this in their food tonight, and he’d be set.

The day passed nervously, with Harry staying up in his room once he’d found Dobby. He didn’t want to lose his nerve. This was the only way he could think of to fix things with Sirius, and he couldn’t let anything get in the way now. So, he stayed well away from Sirius, pacing his room, worrying if he was making a mistake, pacing some more. At last, the time for dinner came and Harry headed down to the dining room.

Harry hoped desperately that his nervousness didn’t show, but it seemed Sirius was doing his best not to look at Harry. That was fair enough, since Harry was doing the same in the seat opposite him. Harry stared at his plate, analysing each mouthful to try and tell if the potion was in it, but he had no idea. He left the table as soon as he could and fled to his room, lying down on his bed and waiting for the potion to take effect.

If it did.

***

Sirius stood in the playroom, Harry kneeling in front of him, head bowed in perfect submission. He was stripped naked, wrists bound securely behind him, with soft cords that wouldn’t cut his flesh. Leather was wrapped around his cock, stretching his balls away from his body to prevent him from coming. Sirius reached down and tilted Harry’s chin up with gentle fingers, their eyes meeting.

“What do you want?” Sirius asked.

“I want to be yours, master,” Harry answered, “I want to belong.”

“A good answer.” And it was. Sirius rewarded it with a brief kiss.

“Go to the bed,” Sirius ordered. Harry stood, hindered only slightly by the bound hands, and went to kneel in the centre of the bed. Sirius went and stood next to him, guiding Harry down so that his head was against the soft covers, his ass raised into the air. The muscles on his back were taught beneath the skin, with no flab to mar the image. His dark hair splashed the sheets, contrasting beautifully with his skin. Sirius stroked his hands down Harry’s back to the pale cheeks of his ass. He brushed gently over the smooth skin of those perfect globes. He smiled to himself as he dealt the first stroke. It wasn’t too harsh, meant to sting rather than hurt. Harry barely made a sound.

“You belong to me,” Sirius told him, dealing the next blow. It was with the palm of his hand, just a touch that would serve as a reminder through the next day of Harry’s ownership. Harry would never be able to forget who had claimed him.

“You are mine,” Sirius said, the third blow falling. “I love you.” The blows fell for a short time more, just enough to turn Harry’s ass rosy. He didn’t put much force into each strike, but Harry still hissed in pain as Sirius ran his fingers gently over the tender skin.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

“Yes, master,” Harry replied.

“Lie on your front,” Sirius told him and Harry obeyed. His pink ass was irresistible and Sirius didn’t even try. Harry wanted this as much as he did. Sirius stripped quickly then squeezed some lube onto his fingers and smeared it over Harry’s entrance. He pushed the first, slick finger in as slowly as possible, hearing Harry hiss as he was penetrated. The entrance was tight, the muscles tense.

“Ssh,” Sirius murmured, “Relax, you’re safe. I’ll always keep you safe.” He pushed the finger all the way in, feeling Harry slowly begin to relax, content in the knowledge that he was protected. Sirius moved the finger gently, stretching the entrance carefully. He waited until he was certain before adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch the puckered skin. Harry had tensed at the greater intrusion, but he relaxed much more quickly this time. Sirius soon added the third finger, reaching inside Harry. Searching.

Harry gave a wordless cry as Sirius’ roving fingers met their target. He touched Harry’s prostate gently at first, then firmer, feeling the effect the gesture had on Harry. He had felt it himself enough times to understand Harry’s reaction to the first touch, the stars that must be dancing before his eyes as waves of pleasure and desire filled him.

With his free hand, Sirius reached under Harry, feeling for the firm cock. Yes, Harry was still erect, probably painfully so. Sirius released the leather that bound Harry’s erection. Sirius let his fingers stroke the hard length gently. Not enough to give Harry an orgasm, but enough to distract him slightly from what was happening behind him.

Sirius positioned himself over Harry, the tip of his own erection at the stretched entrance. Sirius used his lubed fingers to coat his cock and slowly slid inside Harry. Harry’s ass was so deliciously tight that it took him so much will power to remember to go slow. He didn’t want to hurt Harry on their first time. He wanted Harry to enjoy this just as much as he did.

Harry tensed as Sirius’ cock pushed inside his opening and his erection had deflated slightly. That soon changed when Sirius’ erection reached Harry’s prostate. Sirius thrust against the sweet spot, but he was so hard that it took only moments for him to come.

“Harry, I love you!” Sirius screamed as he came, his seed shooting deep inside Harry.

The sensations, and Sirius’ hand, meant that Harry followed soon after, echoing Sirius’s cry of love. They collapsed together, sticky from sweat and semen. Sirius held Harry in his arms, encircling him with protection.

“I love you,” Sirius whispered, placing a delicate kiss on Harry’s forehead.

“I love you too,” Harry murmured in Sirius’ chest.

***

Harry woke, his mind still filled with images. He had stood and watched the scene in the bed, knowing what was going on in Sirius mind as he’d made love to a somewhat idealised image of Harry. Was that really how Sirius pictured him? Harry thought of the version of himself he had seen on the bed. A vision of himself that seemed flawless. A paragon that Sirius had worshiped with his touch.

The potion Harry had drunk had been designed to let him glimpse inside Sirius’ mind and Sirius himself saw what he truly desired. Even those desires he hid from himself would be revealed.

In the silence of his room, Harry thought over every detail of what he had seen. Sirius wanted to make love to him, that feeling Harry could return without any doubt. But Sirius also wanted to own him and that he was less sure about.

Sirius had hurt Harry, even in the vision, even when he thought about not wanting to harm him. Sirius had hurt him. He wanted to own Harry, make him his slave. He wanted Harry to obey without question every portion of Sirius’ will. How could Harry agree to that?

Then he thought about the question he had asked, even in the recesses of his mind. This wasn’t about forcing Harry to do anything. This was about Harry choosing to be with Sirius out of love. Sirius wanted Harry not as a plaything, but as a partner. He wanted Harry to submit to his protection and guidance out of love.

Harry lay a long while, as the light grew slowly behind his curtains, thinking about that idea. He loved Sirius, that much he knew. But was he ready to surrender himself entirely to another? Was he ready to offer every of himself to another? After everything he’d been through, could he put that level of trust in another’s guidance?

When at last dawn broke over the horizon outside, he knew the answer. He could, as long as that other was Sirius.