The Contract

The Contract: Chapter Eight -- Completion


by rdwind

Disclaimers are in Chapter One.

Chapter Eight -- Completion


Draco released the bonds and left the room.

Harry lay curled in as tight as he could force himself when his Master left the bed. Part of him had wanted his Master to wrap him in his arms and tell him all would turn out well, the other part just wanted to crawl into a hole and perish.

The searing pain from his throat, nether regions and abdomen coupled by the harsh words not only broke his body, but his heart as well. When the door to the loo closed, he heard Master sick up and the splat of it hitting the floor.

Rolling gingerly, he fell to the floor. He squirmed his way under the bed where the darkness and pain overtook him. Curling into as tight a ball as he could manage, he released his hold on reality and fell into a deep sleep.

As he dreamt, the memories of his young life became real. The long hours of submissive posturing for his Uncle and Aunt. The years of physical punishment from his cousin replayed in small broken bits through the dreams.

There were also other things revealed to him. How he knew, all along, that this would happen. What could be expected of him and his role for this year? He had fought the pull he felt toward his Master, from their first meeting on the Hogwart’s Express. Fought to desire to allow him the power he now had.

His dreams revealed the long lessons with others, faces now blurred with age, showing him the proper way to conduct himself in public. The proper way to accept gifts from his Master. The correct manners for public functions, as well as those manners expected behind closed doors.

The years of memories of his being locked in a small cupboard were placed in his mind as a veil, only to be dropped when the time was correct to do so. He remembered how to take long items into his throat, even though it was never human flesh, or even phallic shaped, he was taught to suppress his gag reflex in the training. Yes, until tonight, when his Master claimed him, he had been pure, but he also knew what was expected of him.

The long hours of torture, then, must have seemed cruel to a little boy, but showed him how to take whatever his Master desired. His resilience was found in his trust that his Master would always take care of him.

He drifted back toward wakefulness when he heard his name being called, but quickly fell back into other dreams lasting until the early morning.

Draco left the loo and went to the bedroom where he had last seen his Pet, bleeding, and curled in upon himself. Now, the room was pristine again. The bed made carefully, the sheet folded down waiting for him to enter. The window open to allow the evening breeze into the room. The smell was one of fresh laundry, not the smell of blood and sex for which he was expecting.

He also saw that his Pet was not in bed any longer. Panic over took him as he called for his Pet, Harry, to please come back to him. He checked everywhere in his quarters, hoping that the broken man could be found. Somewhere during his self-inflicted pity party, he had decided he would heal the wounds, if he had to call Severus and tell him everything, he would do it. Whatever he had to do to have his heart repaired, his soul complete, his Pet made whole again.

The door to the rest of the manor was still sealed. Draco knew that unless he made a port key or apparated, that Harry must still be somewhere in the wing. He opened his wardrobes, looked out on the balconies, looked below to see if perhaps he had thrown himself from the upper floor to the garden below, but was gratified to find that there was no sign of suicide. He looked back in the loo, anywhere he could think to look. Finally, exhausted, near dawn, he lay in bed and fell into a troubled sleep.


Pet woke early. Still under the bed, he stretched like a cat and edged his way out from under the bed. The horrors from the night before healed as though they had never happened. Although he still had dried blood on his thighs and buttocks, there was absolutely no pain. Therefore he ignored the sticky substance and simply put it out of his mind. The only part of his body which still caused him pain was his throat and that had been from the screaming.

As he stood, he looked at his Master curled around a pillow looking less than peaceful. Harry took a moment to study the man with whom he would be spending the next year.

The face, almost angular when awake, took a softer look when in deep sleep. Even contorted as though in pain or in the midst of a nightmare, his features were ones of beauty. Pet wanted to touch him, but knew after the memories of the dreams that he shouldn’t. However, being the Gryffindor he was, he could not resist as Draco rolled over, eyes still held in a dream.

Pet's eyes traveled down the blonde hair, which lightly covered his nipples, following down a straight path around his naval, finally settling upon a long, wide, very erect cock. The blonde pubic hair, so light it was almost invisible, seemed the perfect nest. The long lean legs showed little to no fat, and when the one farthest from him was bent and fell away, Harry could see the fuzzed ball sack hanging proudly.

Taking a deep breath, knowing he could be punished for waking his Master, Harry licked his lips and crawled carefully onto the bed, settling his face at the tip of the superior cock. He ignored the harsh feeling of his throat pain.

As he put it aside, tentatively, as though he expected to be slapped, he licked the slit.

His master’s breath hitched for a split second.

Harry hesitated. Then wrapped his lips around the full head, his tongue sliding between the foreskin and the crown in soft caressing movements.

His Master moaned.

Harry did not hesitate any longer, he simply breathed, released the breath and swallowed the cock to the base. Now that sensation woke Harry’s Master. Eyes opened wide as the feeling of contentment thrust him out of his nightmares of the previous night. He groaned and groped to find the source of the pleasure he was receiving.

His hands coming to rest in his nether region, wrapped gently into the hair of the boy for which he had looked just a few hours previous. Harry opened his eyes to look at his Master.

As gray met green, Draco’s hips left the bed and with a loud groan, his balls released the seed that Harry gratefully swallowed. When soft, Harry released the cock with a ‘pop’ and a final lick before sitting upright and kneeling to await further orders or desires.

“Pet?” His Master’s voice was ragged with sleepiness and desire.

“Yes Sir?” Came the reply tentatively.

“Are you okay?” The question was one of guilt and concern, but he found he could not look at the man and ask him.

The answer was raspy. The voice clearly not recovered completely from the night before. “Except for needing to shower and use the loo, I am fine sir.”

“Do your business and return to me post haste.” Harry thanked him and shuffled off to relieve himself and have a quick shower.

Draco lay in the post-orgasmic bliss, trying to get enough blood back into his sleep-deprived brain to sort out what had happened. ’Where had he been all night? How was he healed? Where did he learn to do THAT? ‘ Wanting the answers seemed so unimportant at that moment.

When Pet returned, he hesitated until Master opened his arms with invitation and snuggling close, fell into a peaceful sleep.