Promising Submission

Harry let Nathanial lead them out of the labyrinth surrounding Jean-Claude’s office. He didn’t know the way anyway, and his mind was on so many different things he couldn’t even pay attention. He was frustrated at the vampire’s attempt at manipulation, although it was shoddy at best due to his mental anguish. He was thinking about the mess of a slave Micah ended up as, and how he could fix it; maybe he could call Remus and get a good mental healer. But most importantly he was excited.

Today was the last day of Nathanial’s first week of training and that meant that as soon as they got home, Harry was going to ravish him. He’d held out for the week, wanting to show Nathanial that their relationship wasn’t based on different ways for Harry to get off. Now, though, he wasn’t going to hold himself back. It had been a hard week for Harry, the sight of his delectable kitten mewling and writhing to his touch and tongue and under his whip and knife had been pure torture.

He pulled out of his arousing thoughts when Nathanial stopped him and turned him so they were facing each other. “Harry?” not master which meant this was important to the leopard. Harry lifted one hand to rest on his kitten’s cheek and put the other around his waist and hummed. “Did you know that Damian, Micah and I all lived with Anita in her house?” Harry shook his head and had to lift Nathanial’s chin back up when he lowered it. If this was important then Harry wanted him to know he could look him in the eye. “Well… Damian never wanted to live there.” He stopped and looked at Harry hopefully, but the wizard had no idea what he was supposed to do with this information and so he said, “Is that so?” Nathanial nodded almost franticly, “He still lives there.” There was that hopeful look again. What did his kitten want? If the vampire didn’t want to live there then he should move, Harry couldn’t figure out how this was either Nathanial or his problem. He just let a confused escape his public mask. Nathanial sighed. “Could he live with us?”

What was his kitten asking? Did he want the vampire to join their contract? Or were they just friends? He knew that they were close, even if Nathanial hadn’t told him, the hug in the office would have. He wanted to ask why the vampire didn’t move back into the club, but knew that Nathanial would see that as a rejection and it would make him feel shamed for even asking anything. He sighed, “Have you talked to him about this?” Nathanial nodded and buried his head in Harry’s neck, bringing his hands up to rest on Harry’s chest and making the wizards arms curl around him reflexively. “He was going to talk to you….” He trailed off and Harry nodded. He didn’t mind if the vampire lived with them, but he would have to find out how his kitten felt about the warrior. Harry had never minded sharing as long as his pet knew who he belonged to. “I will wait for him to approach me about it, but I have no problem.” He felt his kitten smile into his neck, “Thank you master.” Ah, business concluded then.

Before he could rush off with his pet to enact his former thoughts, hermaphrodite who amused him in Jean-Claude’s office called out to them. Harry knew the hermaphrodite was so because they were all innately magical, a male who can bear young, and so gave off a peculiar signature, which Harry could sense. It was considered a blessing in the ancient magical world and all male pregnancy potions were based on their magical properties. He briefly wondered what the Ministry would do with the conundrum of a lycanthropic bearer. “Ah, Mr. Potter. I’m so glad I caught you.” She (Harry decided to use ‘she’ in his mind because it was wearing a skirt and obviously wanted to be female) looked up at him through her lashes in what Harry suspected was a ploy to look sultry, it made her look manipulative. Harry could see no real need or want in her eyes. This was a game to the hyena. He wondered what the stakes were. He managed not to flinch with Nathanial when she raised her hand to trail her fingertips down his arm. “I was hoping to go some where private to,” she did the lip sucking thing again; Harry remembered it from the office. Did she not have any more tricks? “Have that talk.” Harry felt his kitten force down a whimper, apparently his pet thought he would leave him and go with this tramp. He caught the bearer flick a smug glance at his kitten. Ah, here was the game. He quickly considered his options. Public rejection, or subtle humiliation and a lesson. LeFay would probably come back from the dead and skin him if he didn’t utilize this opportunity. And it would be a lesson for his kitten too.

He released Nathanial with one arm to turn and face her, making sure to keep his kitten close to his body. He used a little force when it felt like Nathanial would withdraw. He slipped his unoccupied arm behind the hyena and grabbed her hair in a forceful grip, forcing her head up to meet his eyes and growled in a low voice an inch from her lips. “You cannot handle me, go back to your club and play with your toys. You are weak, and wouldn’t last a day with a real master.” He felt her shiver and watched with satisfaction as she took up the challenge and fell into his trap. He was confused however, by the anger radiating off Asher. He liked the vampire and didn’t think he would find offence to this lesson. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind when the bearer spoke.

“Try me,” She whispered

Harry released her with a last forceful pull on her hair that flicked her head back and threw her off balance. “No, I know your type. This is a game to you; something to pick up on occasion to enjoy your darker nature. My pets are mine completely, not when they feel like it. I don’t have occasional pets.”


She glared at his kitten but Harry didn’t follow his gaze. If Nathanial looked smug, it was because he earned it, they played rough after all. He was surprised when none of her guards objected to the rough treatment but figured that they were used to this kind of thing with a club like hers. “Come back to my club, let me show you…”

“No. I already said that. This is another reason for my answer, if you were to be my pet, I would have to break you, but you would learn. My word is final. There is no arguing, there are no compromises.” He felt Nathanial move one of his arms around to rest on the small of his back and start to slowly pull the shirt up. His kitten was turned on by this show of dominance eh?

“Your club is fine for its purpose. But you do not understand the point. You think it’s about control. It’s about freedom.”

“You could teach me?” she whispered hopefully. Harry hummed mentally, whoever had been dominating this one had let her keep too much control. Harry scoffed as an answer, “Why? I already have a very satisfactory pet, why would I want to train another?” Nathanial purred in response. Good. Harry knew that his kitten was feeling insecure. This should fix that.

She looked around as if the answer was written on the walls. Eventually she flicked on Asher and froze. Harry followed her gaze. The vampire was livid. Harry wondered if this was because of him or her. He watched as she smirked at him and slinked over to Harry, her eyes never leaving Asher’s face, and Harry shook his head; playing with undead fire. Nathanial growled, and she turned her head to look at him in surprise. Harry, having more experience with shock, managed to keep his face expressionless. “Bitch, pick one, do not play them off each other. It will not end well for you.” Hah! Nathanial: 1 Hyena bitch: 0.

“She would not be able to play us. Monsieur Potter does not care for her and so is not jealous, and she has miss read my fury.” Asher gave her a withering look. “You came to me, begging that there was no one strong enough for you to submit to, and so I allowed an agreement to form between us.” Ah, Harry thought, her (looks like) former master. He considered leaving, but wanted to see the show. “I allowed it, even though my heart belonged elsewhere.” He paused and threw a glance at Harry and Nathanial. “But I will not allow you to play your games with him.” Harry froze. The vampire was after his kitten. Nathanial pressed against him harder in answer. At least his kitten knew he was his. Harry ignored the rest of the hyena’s dressing down to study the vampire. He was beautiful, even with the scars. Of course Harry could clean that up with an owl to Severus for some scar cream, if that was the vampire’s wish. He wondered what those scars would feel like on his skin. No, he wouldn’t mind allowing the vampire to join them occasionally. There would need to be some kind of agreement made, but Harry thought it was do-able. He licked his lips and felt himself harden. Yes very do-able.

He watched as the bearer left quickly and failed to hide his chuckle. “Good show ol’ chap.” Asher gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Narcissus can be most vexing.” Harry laughed and thought about her name. What a wonderfully neutral name for a hermaphrodite. “You know, I think I can get 50 galleons off each of a few of her body parts, you in?” No one laughed, he huffed. He thought it was funny. Nathanial smiled up at him. Well at least he’s loyal.

Asher shook his head, “I wanted to talk to the both of you about whether or not Brandon will be coming back to work.” For a moment, Harry was clueless, but then he remembered that Brandon was Nathanial’s stage name. Eyes closed in thought he considered. He didn’t like random strangers looking at his kitten’s body, but he didn’t’ want Nathanial to think he was useless. But then, Nathanial had mentioned how Anita always told him that he was useless but for sex and stripping. Crap, he was going to have to let his kitten decide. He looked into lavender eyes. “Kitten?” Nathanial buried his face into his neck, so Harry drew on his patience and waited.

While he waited, he and Asher sized each other up. Harry’s bond with Nathanial was still to tenuous to allow Harry to feel comfortable allowing them to have relations with out him. But with him? Oh that was more then agreeable. Harry imagined that Asher would not be dominated like Nathanial was, but Harry had some experience with that. It would be rather like having sex with Balthasar and the Traveler. Although admittedly, Nathanial was not the pushy bottom Balthasar was; always shouting orders and challenging everything. Harry had needed to learn the art of whipping fast, to keep that man in line.

Nathanial finally spoke, but it was so soft Harry missed it and had to ask for him to repeat it. “I don’t like stripping; if I don’t need to I’d rather do something else.” Harry nodded. There was no need for either of them to work ever again.

Asher smiled, “I will inform Jean-Claude.” He turned to leave but Harry caught his arm gently, so he turned fractionally to see. Harry was not as suave as the vampire’s and hadn’t ever needed to offer before, so he summoned his Gryffindor bravery and said, “You should let us know the next night you don’t need to work. We would be happy to have you over.” Harry hoped the promises in his tone were enough to convey his meaning, and by the fractionally widened eyes he received it was. Asher glanced at where Nathanial was hiding so Harry nodded but didn’t let go of the arm in his hand. Instead, he rubbed his thumb over the covered skin and smiled a little. The smile widened when he received a tight smile and nod in return. “I will give you a call.” Harry let go and turned to leave.

“Harry Potter.” Harry groaned and turned to find the red headed warrior walking toward them. He just wanted to go home and fuck his kitten. Why the hell was this such a problem? Nathanial giggled. “You think this is funny pet.” He growled at the man in his arms. He was satisfied to see lavender eyes glaze over in lust and him swallow repeatedly.

“Harry Potter, I have a request of you.” Harry rolled his eyes mentally. This warrior was old. “Yes?”

“I wish to rent a room in your household.” Harry almost laughed, some request.

“I do not rent rooms.” He smirked at the narrowed gaze, Damian had obviously known Nathanial would speak to him about it before hand, and had hoped to save face by ordering instead of asking.

The warrior’s face softened when he saw Nathanial who gave a small wave and a smile. “I would like to live with close to Nathanial, but do not know how to ask you.”

Harry smiled, “What are you intentions with my pet.” He tried to be serious but he was in a good mood, and it came out like a father tormenting his daughters first date. Everyone who heard smiled (only Asher and that Jason fellow) and what little tension was there, left. “We are friends; I would see him happy.”

Harry nodded, “You are welcome in our home, warrior, but I have plans for tonight, so you’ll have to wait.” And with that Harry apparated to their bedroom; smirking at the shocked expressions on Damian and Asher’s faces.

He smiled down at his kitten and chuckled. “I’ll never get use to your casual displays of magic master.”

“Never, say never pet.” Harry brought a hand up to trace a cheek bone with his thumb. “You are so beautiful pet, and I have waited all week to take you. I will not wait any longer.” The last came out more like an order and Harry watched Nathanial’s eyes darken.

One hand in long auburn locks; the other on the small of his kittens back, and Harry gently aligned their lips and watched lavender eyes flutter shut.

All week he had been heavy handed and forceful, but Harry wanted their first time being truly intimate to be beautiful. He wanted to worship his kitten. To show him how he truly cared. Nathanial had always understood actions better then words.

He gently slipped his tongue along full lips as they parted on a sigh. He tasted so sweet. Harry deepened the kiss and Nathanial’s tongue met his, slick muscles entwining, and trailed his fingertips gently along Nathanial’s neck, causing the leopard to gasp softly.

Slowly, Harry moved them to the bed, trailing kisses along his jaw line, and down his neck. He lifted up his head to watch as he pulled off Nathanial’s leather vest, one shoulder at a time, revealing the tanned and creamy flesh he loved to taste.

Once Nathanial’s torso was deprived of all constricting clothing, Harry dropped to his knees to take off his shoes and socks. He picked up each delicate foot and nibbled on the ankles, arch, and each toe. The noises his kitten made went straight to his already full cock. It was only through years of occlumency training that he was able to force himself to continue with his seduction.

He pealed off Nathanial’s pants and tasted each inch of skin revealed. His kitten had forgone underwear, so Harry could see how much Nathanial enjoyed his affections. Once Nathanial was completely naked, Harry stripped off his own cloths, showing none of the care for himself that he did his pet.

He flipped Nathanial over onto his stomach and used hands, teeth, lips and tongue to worship every bit of skin from neck to feet, except his kitten’s core. As much as he loved rimming Nathanial, Harry wanted this to last.

Nathanial’s begging and pleading had gone to a new level before Harry flipped the leopard onto his back, “Please… master…need …to ….cum.” Harry chuckled, “Oh you’ll cum, often and multiple times. I have all night.” Nathanial moaned low in his throat and went back to begging and panting.

Satisfied that every bit of skin had been covered, Harry turned his attention to Nathanial’s jutting length, seeping with pre-cum. Harry licked the slit, ripping a long moan out of his kitten. The noises Nathanial made were longer and deeper then they had been before. Harry cataloged that this gentle seduction caused a different, but no less arousing, reaction from his pet.

Nathanial’s hands were fisted in the sheets of the bed and his head was tossing side to side. Harry watched every emotion on his pets face as he took the hard cock into his mouth. They hadn’t done this before. It had been about learning your place. And although Harry loved a good thick cock in his mouth on occasion, it had no place in their lessons.

He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, hard. Nathanial howled and moaned. Harry hummed around the warm flesh in his mouth, it had been some time and he missed it. He slipped a finger into Nathanial’s center and felt the cock in his mouth grow.

He only had to swallow once more before Nathanial was cumming on a moan. It had taken longer then Harry thought it would and Harry wondered if he was loosing his touch. He smirked; he’d just have to try harder. Perhaps it had been so long since Nathanial had had pleasure without pain attached; he wasn’t sure how to react.

Pushing those thoughts to the side, Harry crawled up to Nathanial’s lips to share his taste. The leopard hummed and Harry pulled their bodies together; His hard cock along Nathanial’s soft and sensitive one. Nathanial sucked in a breath when Harry thrust. Harry sighed. “Its okay if you want to touch me kitten.”

Nathanial opened his eyes and smiled brightly. “Thank you Harry.” He wrapped his arms and legs around him tightly, using his weight to change positions so he was laying on Harry’s chest, and if it wasn’t for his painful arousal Harry would have stayed that way indefinitely. As it was, Harry could only lay there for a few minutes before his control snapped.

He rolled them over so Nathanial was once again on his back, but Nathanial didn’t unwrap his legs from Harry’s waist. Harry kissed him again, harder, but this time Nathanial didn’t submit immediately. Harry growled and reached up to summon the lube.

Quickly he coated his hand, and since Nathanial hardly needed preparing due to the toy’s they’d played with all week, slammed two fingers into him immediately, bringing a gasp and near scream from the leopard. Harry prepared him fast, only stretching him a little before adding a third finger. He bit at the skin between shoulder and neck, marking him, and relished the gasps and cries his kitten gave him.

In no time at all Nathanial was at full hardness and as prepared as Harry was going to let him get. The wizard leaned back to push Nathanial’s knees to his chest and force the smaller man to hold them there. He positioned his cock at his kitten’s entrance and slammed home in one forceful thrust. Nathanial screamed but Harry didn’t give him any time to rest. The tight heat caused his eyes to roll back, but he held onto his control with an iron fist.

He pulled out and thrust in again, changing his angle until the leopard’s back arched and he cried out, signaling to the wizard that he’d found the elusive prostrate. He kept that angle and changed his focus on controlling his speed and depth. Nathanial was beyond thought, his cries and screams music to Harry’s ears. He pulled Nathanial’s legs up so his calves were on his shoulders and Harry couldn’t help but bite and suck his neck and chest, paying special attention to his nipples.

Harry was determined to bring his kitten to climax at least another couple times and so worked diligently on his body until Nathanial was crying out at every thrust. “Ma...ster…need….cum…” “Do it pet. Cum for me.” Nathanial screamed out his completion, but Harry didn’t let him rest.

He pulled out and flipped them so Nathanial was on his hands and knees. Harry thrust back in and after a moment had found Nathanial’s battered prostate again. “Master, I can’t, not again.”

Harry reached down and wrapped a hand around Nathanial’s slowly hardening cock. “Oh you’ll come again pet.” Nathanial whimpered, but thrust back against him.

With each thrust Harry could feel his control slipping until he had lost all rhythm. He knew he was close, but he could tell that Nathanial was just as close. Forgetting his promise to himself to be gental he grabed ahold of Nathanial’s braid, forcing his head up and drawing a strangled moan from his kitten. Oh how he loved how Nathanial looked with his back arched this way. Unable to control himself he leaned forward, sunk his teeth into Nathanial’s neck, drawing blood and came, emptying himself and finally claiming Nathanial completely. He felt Nathanial tighten around him and warmth spurt into his hand and continued moving until his kitten collapsed under him.

After catching his breath a little, Harry rolled to the side, taking Nathanial with him and keeping them connected, threw an arm around his kitten. “Mine.” He growled tiredly. “Yours” he heard in reply just before he fell asleep. They woke up several times during the night, and Harry kept his word, forcing more orgasms from Nathanial’s body than he’d known was possible.