Title: Pain to Pleasure.

Characters: HP/DM. Contains Harry Potter Slash, boy love, Yaio. They are both eighteen, so it's all good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy, or anyone else in this story. They are all owned and copywrited by J.K. Rowling. I simply own the idea.

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Harry hummed happily as he walked down a busy London street, on his way to the store to pick up more wine for the party. Or rather his party, his eighteenth birthday party. It was three months after he'd killed Voldemort and he was happier and more relaxed than ever. All the Death Eaters had been rounded up fairly quickly after the Battle for Hogwarts, and he was finally free to walk down the street alone.

Turning down a much quieter street, Harry looked around for the store and frowned, he must have taken the wrong street. "Harry Potter?!" He turned to look around for the voice and saw two glacier cold, gray eyes before he was Stunned and knocked unconscious.

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"Wake up!"

Harry heard in his ear loudly, and then he was doused in cold water. He blinked and looked up. He rolled his eyes and said, "Oh. It's you." Then he realized he was chained to a wall in a darkish room, his knees against the ground. "Malfoy…What are you up to?"

He raised an eyebrow at the haughty boy above him. Malfoy glared at him, "You don't get to ask questions Potter!" he pointed at him with a shaking finger. His normally proud face was twisted up in anger.

"Where am I?" Harry asked, ignoring Malfoy completely.

But when Malfoy hit him in the face, he glared up at him and spit blood out of his mouth. Malfoy stepped back, "You're going to be down here a long, long time Potter. You ruined my life! My parents are stuck in Azkaban for the rest of their lives! I can't step out into the wizarding world with being spit on, insulted and yelled at! I'm being hunted down by all the rest of the Dark Lords followers! And you! You just get to be the great Hero of the wizarding world! What about all the families 'you' tore apart? I intend to make you pay for what you've done to me." Malfoy took at shuddering breath after his long rant.

He looked at Harry like he was expecting him to look ashamed, or afraid, anything. But Harry just rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, "A bit of advice Malfoy…Get. Over. It."

Malfoy's back stiffened and he hit Harry full across the face with an open palm. Harry chuckled and ignored the sting of the slap. "You even hit like the gibbering sob story you are."

With a hateful look Malfoy stomped away, he flipped the switch and closed the door behind him, leaving Harry in complete darkness. Harry sighed, and shook his head, "It's always me! Trouble always finds me! This is so ridiculous." He wasn't very afraid of what Malfoy would do to him, after all it was Malfoy. But then again he'd never seen Malfoy so emotional, so high strung. Who knew what he would do in that state of mind.

Then again, and he hated to even think it, but he 'was' Harry Potter. The wizarding world loved knowing his every move. So, soon someone would notice that he was missing. Especially the people at his birthday party, he'd never come back! They'd send someone around for him soon, of that he had no doubts.

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Malfoy didn't come back for a many long hours, but when he did he flip the switch for the light on, and grinned evilly when he saw Harry wince. He walked over to him and knelt down in front of the so that they were eyelevel. Harry sighed, "I'm bored. Can I go home now? I mean it is only a matter of time before someone finds us."

With a smirk, Malfoy pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry. Using a nonverbal spell he pushed his way into Harry's suddenly panicking mind. He had never been good at Occulumency, and from what he knew Malfoy was very good at Legilimency.

Harry winced, but recognized that Malfoy seemed to be searching for specific memories. Memories of when Harry had been hurt, or scared the most. He lingered on them for several long moments and then pulled back with a dark laugh. Harry glared at Malfoy, finally angry for the first time since he was captured by Malfoy. He hated having people go through his mind, it was so invasive. "You are on my last nerve Malfoy!"

Malfoy leaned in close and whispered, "I've got a lot to think about Potter, and I'll find the thing you're most afraid of. And when I do…I'll force it upon you, every single day. Rest up tonight. You are going to need the strength." He sneered in such a way that Harry actually felt a flash of fear.

Watching him walk away, before he was bathed in darkness, Harry bit his lip. He knew it was still laughable to be afraid of Malfoy, but…now he had a reason to be afraid. Malfoy now knew his fears, his anxieties, even things that just made him mildly uncomfortable and he had no doubt that he would use all of that against him.

Leaning his head back against the wall behind him, Harry frowned. He had to get out of wherever he was and soon. Before Malfoy could exploit his fears.

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Malfoy returns the next day, he wakes Harry up by kicking him in the knee. Harry looked up and yawned only to have Malfoy shove a hunk of bread in his mouth. Harry coughed but chewed on the bread hungrily. But without the use of his hands he couldn't eat it very well, and managed to drop a huge piece onto the ground. "No jam?" He mumbled around his chewing.

With a growl Malfoy swooped down and picked up the crumbs, he threw them into a garbage bin by the door and pointed his wand to make the rest of the crumbs disappear. Harry raised an eyebrow, "Wow. I never knew you were completely neurotic…"

In return Malfoy splashed a cup of water in his face and said, "By the way that was your water for the day."

Harry sputtered and shook his face to clear the water from his eyes. "How long am I gonna be here Malfoy?"

Malfoy just ignored him and stepped back to lean against the table directly in front of where Harry was changed. "Now we're going to talk about your weaknesses, your fears." He smirked and raised his hand, "Love, family, death, and Lust." He raised a finger at each listed word and laughed loudly at the last one. "Lust Potter? You're afraid of being lustful? God…" He laughed loudly again.

Trying not to blush Harry forced himself to laugh, "So…it's not like you've ever done anything Malfoy."

Smirking Malfoy shrugged, "Oh I've had my share of fun. Let's see there was the time Pansy Parkinson went down on me in an empty corridor at Hogwarts. Or when I stripped that sixth year down and did my best to drove him insane in the Slytherin common room." And when Harry looked at him with wide eyes, he shrugged and said, "As long as I'm satisfied, I don't care whether it's a boy or a girl that I'm fucking. And to be honest, I've had a lot fun being sucked off by guys. They seem to know how to do it better than girls. They use the right combinations of teeth, tongue, and lips."Malfoy said each slowly as though he was savoring each word.

Trying not breathe hard Harry pursed his lips; he'd never heard someone be so blatantly honest about their sexual escapades. Or about their sexuality...So Malfoy was bisexual; it wasn't all that surprising though. He was so sexual, and Harry grudgingly admitted that Malfoy was very attractive. It made sense that he favored both males and females.

But he was so unused to hearing about sex so openly that he could feel his body reacting, even though he was fighting it. Sweat grew on his forehead, he bit his bottom lip, and tried to block out Malfoy's words.

He flinched when Malfoy laughed and walked over to kneel in front of him, he blushed when he saw Malfoy glance down to his middle and then back up with a smirk, "Now I know, how to make you feel as humiliated and bad as I have." He aimed a punch at Harry's ribs, making Harry gasp and lean over.

Harry stifled a groan when the lights shut off and Malfoy closed the door behind him. He was definitely afraid of what Malfoy may do now. Now he knew just how to humiliate him, and how to torture Harry. "Bloody hell. This is not good." Harry muttered as his stomach clenched with hunger and his throat burned with thirst.

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The lights burned Harry's eyes a few hours later, and he was shocked when Malfoy unchained him and dragged him up. Harry would have tried to fight him, but Malfoy had the wand and Harry felt too weak, his arms were throbbing and his knee's bruised.

Malfoy dragged him to a small bathroom and through him in. "You have five minutes."

Harry used the bathroom quickly and then turned on the tap, he put his hands under the water and splashed his face and filled his mouth with the cold water. He drank greedily, not knowing when he was going to have access to water again.

After the allotted time, Malfoy barged in and shoved Harry roughly out, then pushed him back to the wall where he'd been chained. Though this time he chained Harry standing up, his arms above him and his legs spread open and chained by the ankle. Even though he was weak, harry felt like he just had to say something to Malfoy. So he snorted, "Well, this is new. I do like variety."

And when Malfoy didn't say anything back but turned to face the table and dug into a black bag on the table, that's when Harry worried about what was going to happen next. Usually Malfoy jumped at the chance to get into a verbal sparring match.

He frowned and tried to look over Malfoy's shoulder but with no luck, he couldn't see what Malfoy was looking at, chuckling at. Malfoy said, "Now Potter…Earlier I discovered what humiliates you. So we'll begin simple. Get you to the point where you're burning with shame. Then I'll work my way up to where you'll break. Where you will feel that humiliation, every single minute, every single day. And you will wonder if other people can see that shame and embarrassment on your face." Malfoy sighed and turned to look at Harry, his hands holding the table's edge with his hands on either side of his body. "But for now, I just want to see you embarrassed and ashamed."

He turned his body halfway and picked up what looked like a magazine to Harry. When he moved closer however, and Harry saw the cover, he saw just what kind of magazine it was. He winced and closed his eyes his heart beating rapidly. Malfoy grabbed his chin roughly and murmured, "No, no, no, you'll keep your eyes open if you want something to eat and drink for the next two days."

Knowing that Malfoy's promise was completely true, Harry hesitantly opened his eyes and narrowed them at Malfoy, who smirked, his eyes cold. Malfoy raised his eyebrow and said, "And you 'have' to look. If not, then no food, and no water. Understand?"

Harry tipped his head once but aimed to not focus on what Malfoy was about to show him. But once Malfoy opened the magazine and he saw the various sex acts in the moving, wizard pictures, he knew that he couldn't help but help but focus on them. Malfoy leaned against the wall next to him and whispered, "Huh look at this one, who knew that so many could fit into one of those. Have you ever even seen these?"

Flushing, Harry gritted his teeth and concentrated on keeping his body from reacting. But the pictures of those things. Of the men being so…passionate, so in control of what they were doing. It was… maddening to see. In one picture a wizard is holding onto a witch while another man pounds into her. Harry watched the wizards look at each other and then their faces are screwed up in silent pleasure.

Harry's face burned when he felt his body reacting, lengthening and hardening. He scowled and tried to look at the pictures without really staring at them. But the next picture almost drove him over the edge and he almost whimpered but stopped himself just in time.

Malfoy looked down at his groin and began whispering exactly what the people in the magazine were doing, exactly what it felt like to do that and to have someone do it to you. His smooth voice and details had sweat pouring down Harry's face and back, and his erection was twitching against his pants.

When Harry was breathing hard through his nose and his body was pushed forward, Malfoy leaned in and whispered in his ear, "This just turns you on doesn't it? Seeing these pictures, hearing what it feels like, it's just driving you crazy isn't it?" He laughed darkly in Harry's ear before shoving his head away, "You're pathetic. Everyone thinks of you as the great savior of the wizarding world and yet, you're afraid of lust. Of being sexual. I bet you've never even had a hard on before you were chained up in here. All you've ever done is kiss girls who probably would've bedded you, and you never even thought of that have you?"

Not able to deny what Malfoy was saying, Harry closed his eyes and looked away. "Good…Feel that humiliation. Know that I've seen you in a state that no one else has. Aroused and needy." Malfoy's voice slid seductively and mockingly over Harry and he winced.

His erection was still twitching in his jeans and it was beginning to throb painfully now. Malfoy hummed happily as he walked away with the magazines. Harry tipped his head back against the wall and stared at the ceilings until the dark claimed the room. That's when he let the tears of humiliation and shock roll down his face.

Malfoy had been right, he'd never had an erection before and he hadn't anticipated ever getting hard in Malfoy's presence. And he'd never thought that he'd gotten hard partly because of his voice, seductive and low, explaining what each picture meant, what they felt like to do and have done.

Harry tipped his head down to his chest and let the tears drip off his face. He avoided looking at the very noticeable bulge in his pants. He cringed when he thought of what Malfoy would do to him next.

*

The next time Malfoy came down to torture him, he fed Harry first and allowed him to go to the bathroom again. But as soon as he was chained up again, he pointed his wand at Harry and put a nonverbal spell on him. Heat licked up Harry's body and he swore he could feel hands rubbing his all over his body.

Caressing him soft and then harder and it was driving Harry to lean up against the wall as far as he could. Harry winced when Malfoy brought out more of the porn magazines, and he had to look at it again or not eat. Harry only allowed his breath to get shallow, his hands clenched in the chains and he grimaced.

Malfoy pinched his arm and scowled, "Stop trying to stop yourself from getting hard." He held up the magazine and pointed to the couple on the page, a witch going down on a very muscle riddled and sweaty wizard. "Focus on this…Do you see his face? How much he's enjoying having her smooth, warm mouth moving over him…"

Harry did try not to look but focused on the wizards face, screwed up in pleasure. He gasped when the spell Malfoy but on him, burned hotter and his erection throbbed. He winced when he heard Malfoy make a noise like he'd figured something out.

Then Malfoy turned the next page, a man licking in and out of a groaning witch's vagina. Harry unable to see anything interesting just stared at the page, bored. His eyes just followed the wizards tongue. Malfoy smirked, "Aha." He walked away and rummaged through the cabinet by the door. He came back after a moment, with a vile of clear liquid in his hand. "Open your mouth."

After realizing what the liquid was, Harry shook his head, "No…" His eyes, pleaded with Malfoy.

Malfoy grabbed his chin and forced it open, he trickled the liquid down Harry's throat and then forced him to swallow, his hand massaging Harry's jaw.

Pure contentment washed through Harry and his face went blank. Malfoy smirked and held up the vial, "Veritserum." He put the bottle in his pocket and said, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, you're Draco Malfoy."

"Why are you here?"

"You brought me here to torture me."

"And what does the torture consist of?"

"You're using my fear of lust. You force me to feel it, to experience it. You've make me look at porn, you've put spells on me. You wait until I'm hard, completely aroused, and almost begging for it. And then you embarrass me. Humiliate me."

"Do you feel humiliated?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now what part of the porn arouses you the most?"

Harry closed his eyes and winced but his mouth moved on its own accord, "The men. Watching the men arouses me the most."

Malfoy's eyes glittered with accomplishment and excitement, "What about the men arouses you?"

"Their control, they're strength and power."

"Their bodies?"

"Yes."

"Their…Cocks?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at Malfoy but gritted out, "Yes…"

"What do you fear about what you're telling me?"

"You are going to use it against me. Control me."

"Yes. I am." Malfoy smiled and tipped his head to the side.

*

The next time Malfoy came into the room he was carrying more magazines and Harry stared at him cautiously. He'd been anxious since Malfoy had given him the Veritserum, he didn't know how he was going to do to him. And it was nerve wracking, not knowing. Malfoy now knew everything about Harry's fear, and he was going to use it against him. He'd already promised him that much.

Harry tipped his head and looked slowly into Malfoy's eyes. Malfoy smirked at him and laid the magazines on the table. "I think you've rather dreaded this moment, haven't you?"

"Fuck you."

"I think you would like that too much." Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry and started laying the spells for enhancing Harry's arousal on him.

Harry took a deep breath and tried to control his body, as he always did. But when Malfoy opened the first magazine and Harry saw what was in them, he shook his head and closed his eyes. Malfoy's hand closed around his throat and he growled, "Open you bloody eyes Potter or you're not eating for a week."

Whimpering quietly Harry opened his eyes and glared at him, his eyes cold against the smirking gray ones. Malfoy squeezed his throat once more before letting it go, his voice was stern when he spoke again, "Look at the pictures."

"I hate you." Harry growled and looked down at the page. The two wizards on the page were lying on a floating bed; one was kissing the other, while his hand was pumping at the other's bulging erection. The spells on him, flared up when he registered the arousal. The heat was all over him and he nearly growled when he felt what felt like ten different hands rubbing, stroking and pulling all over his body. The fact that there were so many sex enhancing spells on him, seemed to double their effects. And sweat began to drip down the back of his neck.

Malfoy pointed at the magazine and had it float in front of his eyes. He reached behind him and pulled a medium length knife from the table. He stepped forward and put the knife under the hem of Harry's shirt and pulled. Harry's shirt split off and fell to the floor. But in the process he had nicked Harry's chest and blood dripped out.

He seemed surprised at what he'd done and whispered, "Bloody Hell." He conjured a towel and pressed it against the cut. But Harry had barely noticed, not with all the spells working on him, and the porn floating in front of him. He did register when his pants were cut off though, because his erection twitched as cool air hit it like a breath.

Harry lifted his eyes to Malfoy's and saw that he had his eyes all over his naked body. Malfoy lifted his eyes to Harry's and smirked, "You're going to love this spell." He pointed his wand at him and whispered under his breath for a long while.

When the spell took affect Harry couldn't help but groan aloud. It felt like something was running along his erection, up and down, up the sides and back down. Then it was gripping it, and then moving along it. Malfoy chuckled and turned the page to the porn and Harry's eyes widened at the next page. Two wizards rolling passionately on a bed, one fighting for dominance and winning, because he shoved he flipped the other wizard onto his back and shoved his erection deep inside the other, whose head tipped back like he was yelling out.

Breathing hard, Harry stared at the next page which was a continuation and he watched the wizard thrusting into the submissive one, over and over. The shot was close up so Harry could see everything in detail.

The flair of arousal had his cock twitching and the spell tightened over him and moved in a rapid pace. He heard Malfoy step forward, very close and he whispered smoothly into his ear, "Mm doesn't that look good Potter? Like fun? Would you want to be the one pounding into the other person, or would you want to be the one on all fours, having your ass pounded into?"

Harry groaned and tried to pull his head away from Malfoy's smooth words. His body jerked and by trying to stop the groan from peeling out of his lips, a strangled whimper escaped. Malfoy leaned in again and whispered his lips against his ear, "I think you'd like to be the one on all fours. With that tight ass being pounded into by a big, thick cock, and then I think you'd like to have them play with your cock, fondling you, and gripping your balls. Wouldn't you?"

Pulling his head away again, Harry tired to ignore Malfoy, but kept picturing what Malfoy was saying. And it made him ache so badly, so heated. He whimpered, "Stop…"

"No." Malfoy said simply, he flipped the page idly and the brought it closely to Harry's face. He winced when he saw a new pair of wizards going at it. One sucking off the other who was standing against the wall with his hands on the wizards head, he was thrusting into the other mouth and then yelled out when his lover snuck a hand back to push his finger into him. Harry yelled, "Enough …Enough of this. Please…"

"No…You're going to come soon…Do you feel it? Building up in you? Painful and sweet at the same time?" Malfoy purred seductively, his eyes darting down to Harry's quivering erection. "Answer me!"

"Y-Yes." Harry groaned. He did feel pleasure building up in him, low in his gut and his knees were wobbly. The invisible pressure around his erection pumped harder and warmer around him. He groaned and shook his head jerkingly as he tried to hold off his orgasm.

"You trying to hold it back aren't you?" Malfoy laughed darkly, "Yes, you can try but my spells will never allow you to hold off forever."

Harry groaned and quivered, as the page turned to reveal another male to male couple. He gasped and felt his hips push forward. Warmth and pleasure riddled out of his groin and up to the rest of his body and he felt his cum spurt out of him. He yelled out and leaned against the wall, breathing hard and feeling pleasure like he'd never felt before.

He heard Malfoy moving around and opened his eyes half way. Malfoy scooped up some of his cum and held it up in front of his face, "That was your first orgasm, right Potter? How's it feel knowing I witnessed it? Know I was here in the vulnerable moment? Humiliating?"

Actually Harry didn't feel any sort of humiliation, he smirked and said, "Oh I don't know, you're the one fondling my cum."

Satisfaction burned through Harry when he saw Malfoy flush and quickly wipe his hand on a towel. He then used that hand to hit Harry across the face. But still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm, Harry just grinned, "Oh stop baby, you're turning me on."

Malfoy leaned in and sneered, "You wish." Then he walked away flipping the lights off and slamming the door behind him.

Harry leaned back against the wall and sighed happily. For the first time since being locked in this bloody room, he didn't mind the torture. This was by far the best thing that Malfoy ever forced upon him. He felt so good, after his orgasm, so satisfied. So relaxed. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes to sleep. He couldn't wait for their next, "torture session."

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