the ritual
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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the ritual
title: the ritual
author: bratschy
pairing: Harry Potter/ Lucius Malfoy
rating: R
warnings:bloodplay,
Disclaimer: If i'd own these characters, i'd be the most happy girl in the world. alas, i do not, nor do i get anything out of this besides the joy of writing.(and reviews*g*)
Harry could see the blade glinting. He knew it was waiting for him, it's clear surface yearning to drink his blood. The ritual would be the ultimate test. And so he stood, shook of the chains that had held him down and stood, proud before his captor. He had fooled Him, fooled Him into thinking He had him already. Fooled Him into trusting him enough to want to test this trust. But he wasn't broken. He knew he'd never get what he wanted from this man, he'd never be more than a plaything that one loses interest in as soon as one has it and has it broken. And still he felt tears of bliss spill over his face with the touch of His cane in the small of his back, ever so lightly, teasing him. The muscles in his back started spasming in need but he had to keep them in check. He couldn't lose control now, he had to get out of here,away, for long enough to forget how much he needed this. The touch of the cane was replaced by that of His finger and he started quivering, not knowing should he pull away and thus forfeit his chance of escape or should he lean into the touch and thus forfeit his chance of escape. Agonisingly slowly the finger moved over his back until it had covered every cell of skin there was and came to rest at the base of his neck only to retreat. He moaned at the loss, but just then had the sensation of the tip of the knife piercing the skin at the exact same spot the finger had left. Drawing only one drop of blood, but it changed everything. The b gre grew red,red in desire to have more than a taste of this. It's master dipped his tongue onto the small wound before it would close and tasted also *one* drop. The third part to the equation was shaking by now. Harry wouldn't fail, he wouldn't break, he'd keep standing until He was done with him.
A hiss and silvery mist coiled around his wrists, pinning them together behind his back. A tap of the cane and he fell to his knees as he was expected to. The magic of the ritual slowly seeped into him as the elder wizard drew circles around him, ever coming closer. Harry saw the red blade closing in on him yearning for his throat. Another murmured spell from his m... from Him and he dropped his head as he was supposed to. He dropped his head so when the master had finished his circles and reached him he would offer Him his throat and belong to Him. But that was not Harry's plan. He would not bare his throat willingly. He'd have to force him and thereby lose all cla claims. Only the magic of the ritual had it's own way. The dagger had already tasted his blood. The master had tasted his blood. He drew closer, a feral expression creeping onto his face and Harry could feel a pull towards him creeping up from his knees where he was kneeling in the middle of the spiral his mas... He followed, creeping up through his body until every fibre of his being was aware of him, needing him, grasping out for him. Harry struggled against his bonds, which earned him a mocking smile. 'oh no little snake' he heard his mast... His voice say inside his head 'you're right where i need you'. Panic was seeping into his brain ... until it got all but extinguished by that longing creeping up through his neck, burning where the knife had previously touched it. And then his maste... He had finished the spiral and came standing only inches before him. All thought fled Harry's brain; all for one: 'master' . And he straightened his back, lifted his head, looked at the gorgeous blonde wizard -his master- for a moment and let his head drop back and his body follow until he lay against the floor, knees still tucked under him, his throat bared for his Master to claim him. And as soon as the knife had traced a full circle around his neck, the blood stopped flowing and from the clotting blood formed a collar, marking him eternally that he belonged to the Master he loved.
author: bratschy
pairing: Harry Potter/ Lucius Malfoy
rating: R
warnings:bloodplay,
Disclaimer: If i'd own these characters, i'd be the most happy girl in the world. alas, i do not, nor do i get anything out of this besides the joy of writing.(and reviews*g*)
Harry could see the blade glinting. He knew it was waiting for him, it's clear surface yearning to drink his blood. The ritual would be the ultimate test. And so he stood, shook of the chains that had held him down and stood, proud before his captor. He had fooled Him, fooled Him into thinking He had him already. Fooled Him into trusting him enough to want to test this trust. But he wasn't broken. He knew he'd never get what he wanted from this man, he'd never be more than a plaything that one loses interest in as soon as one has it and has it broken. And still he felt tears of bliss spill over his face with the touch of His cane in the small of his back, ever so lightly, teasing him. The muscles in his back started spasming in need but he had to keep them in check. He couldn't lose control now, he had to get out of here,away, for long enough to forget how much he needed this. The touch of the cane was replaced by that of His finger and he started quivering, not knowing should he pull away and thus forfeit his chance of escape or should he lean into the touch and thus forfeit his chance of escape. Agonisingly slowly the finger moved over his back until it had covered every cell of skin there was and came to rest at the base of his neck only to retreat. He moaned at the loss, but just then had the sensation of the tip of the knife piercing the skin at the exact same spot the finger had left. Drawing only one drop of blood, but it changed everything. The b gre grew red,red in desire to have more than a taste of this. It's master dipped his tongue onto the small wound before it would close and tasted also *one* drop. The third part to the equation was shaking by now. Harry wouldn't fail, he wouldn't break, he'd keep standing until He was done with him.
A hiss and silvery mist coiled around his wrists, pinning them together behind his back. A tap of the cane and he fell to his knees as he was expected to. The magic of the ritual slowly seeped into him as the elder wizard drew circles around him, ever coming closer. Harry saw the red blade closing in on him yearning for his throat. Another murmured spell from his m... from Him and he dropped his head as he was supposed to. He dropped his head so when the master had finished his circles and reached him he would offer Him his throat and belong to Him. But that was not Harry's plan. He would not bare his throat willingly. He'd have to force him and thereby lose all cla claims. Only the magic of the ritual had it's own way. The dagger had already tasted his blood. The master had tasted his blood. He drew closer, a feral expression creeping onto his face and Harry could feel a pull towards him creeping up from his knees where he was kneeling in the middle of the spiral his mas... He followed, creeping up through his body until every fibre of his being was aware of him, needing him, grasping out for him. Harry struggled against his bonds, which earned him a mocking smile. 'oh no little snake' he heard his mast... His voice say inside his head 'you're right where i need you'. Panic was seeping into his brain ... until it got all but extinguished by that longing creeping up through his neck, burning where the knife had previously touched it. And then his maste... He had finished the spiral and came standing only inches before him. All thought fled Harry's brain; all for one: 'master' . And he straightened his back, lifted his head, looked at the gorgeous blonde wizard -his master- for a moment and let his head drop back and his body follow until he lay against the floor, knees still tucked under him, his throat bared for his Master to claim him. And as soon as the knife had traced a full circle around his neck, the blood stopped flowing and from the clotting blood formed a collar, marking him eternally that he belonged to the Master he loved.