Author's Note:
This is a spin off of a fanfic by Jordan Grant on LJ titled "owned" (http:/ jordangrant. livejournal. com/ (take out spaces)). It is a very good, very brain melting piece about Draco and Harry being bonded as slave and Master through ancient magic. I highly recommend it, and while it is not needed to understand my piece it adds back ground. Plus who doesn't want to read smutty goodness?
Things to note: Draco was married to a man Nikoli before Harry who passed away.
Nikoli and Draco were into BDSM (Draco bottomed)
This story contains not only boy on boy action but a fairly heavy amount submissive/dominant sexual encounters. If this is not your cup of tea please be warned.
No animals were harmed in the making of this story.
Draco lay on the couch idly reading a novel that was currently being raved as one of the best stories of their day. His eyes scanned over more drab dialog, honestly the action scenes were decent but the characters were so pathetically one sided, the pages of the book had more depth. Plus he had a bit of trouble buying into a story where the vampires sparkled.
He threw the book next to him on the couch and checked the clock, Harry should be home any minute now. He ran through his checklist: supper was under warming charms, looking around the house was spotless, he grabbed the book and put it back on the shelf. He looked at the cover again and shook his head at the ridiculousness of muggles sometimes.
He heard the soft chime that announced an someone appariting through the wards. Running his hands over the hem of his silk shirt he turned to the door to the back garden where Harry would come though. He smiled as Harry came through the door a few seconds latter, his eyes immediately focusing on the slight droop of Harry's shoulders and the wrinkle of his brow that he smoothed away as Harry looked over to him, but not quickly enough.
Draco practically purred as he saw Harry's pupils dilate taking in the picture of Draco leaning casually against the couch. From the deep umber color of his shirt which was too dark to be confused with Griffendor, but the thought was still there to the blue jeans he'd recently taken a liking to wearing around the house. They didn't allow for the full freedom that loose robes did, but they were just as comfortable and Harry assured him that once the stiffness of the fabric was worn out it wouldd be hard to go back to robes.
Draco stood up and quickly ate up the distance between them moving behind Harry he took the outer robe off him and hung it on the hook next to the door. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist smiling as the weight settled back against him. He nuzzled against Harry's neck right below the ear as he knew made Harry all hot and bothered.
"Oh, God Draco." He rocked back against Draco, moaning as he felt the erection there.
Draco nibbled at Harry's ear tightening his arms a bit and rocking forward to match Harry's movements.
"Mmmm, yes. Draco," The last was said more to get his attention Draco could tell rather than a pleasure filled utterance. He rested his chin on Harry's shoulder. "I want you to fuck me."
He grinned and moved around to kneel before Harry. Making quick work of his robe and pants freeing his cock Draco felt his own arousal grow seeing Harry hard before him, he could feel the pulse in his own erection with each throb running the head over the course fabric of his jeans. He was almost glad for the bit of distraction as it let him keep control and not come too soon. In the seven months since they were married and Harry began training him to orgasm only once permission was given, and Draco had gotten much better at controlling himself.
He'd parted his lips ready to give his Harry Master such a blow job all the tension would be erased without a second thought. His warm breath just ghosted over the head as he felt Harry wrap one hand around his hair and sharply pull his head away. Draco closed his eyes against the sudden unexpected pain, clamping his teeth together to choke back the whimper that threatened to escape.
"What were you doing?" The voice above him sounded cool and almost bored.
Draco kept his eyes open but lowered and focused to keep his diction precise, he knew how unattractive it must be to have a quivering stuttering idiot trying to please you. True he was Harry's slave, but he took a lot of pride in the title and worked to make sure that Harry was pleased by him as much as he could manage. "Your slave was going to suck you off Master."
The grip in his hair loosened a bit, still there, but the pain no longer made his eyes want to water. He gave an internal sigh at the added formality to his answer glad he'd gone with what he thought to be the safer option.
"And why were you doing that?" Harry further relaxed his grip, and began running his fingers through Draco's hair.
Draco rose a fraction of an inch and titled his head towards Harry's hand. "To please you Harry Master."
"But, how would that please me?"
Draco paused, his mind racing. He was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was a single right answer, but the immediate answer on the tip of his tongue was too obviouss. For one of the few instances in his life he felt honestly speechless.
"Hmm, usually you're quicker. Maybe the question was a bit tricky as obviously a blow job is immensely pleasing especially from such a talented mouth."
Draco melted at the praise and felt the evening swing up from the precipice it was on a few heart beats ago.
"Let me try again, what did I ask you to do?" A steely edge was in his voice now.
Knowing that even if he misunderstood or there was a trick somewhere answering with unfaltering honesty was the best option. "You told me to fuck you Master." He kept the volume of his voice low trusting this was an appropriate level of servitude for Harry.
Harry moved his hand so two fingers were under Draco's chin lifting his face up. Draco lifted his eyes as well meeting Harry's brilliant green eyes. He always thought of clover with them now, fields and fields of it condensed into such a brilliant color that nothing else could capture it.
"I know that we've discussed this several times now, and I've always backed off Draco." Draco felt his stomach drop but worked to keep any sign of this from his face. "But Draco I'm at my limit of patience on this. Regardless of what you were taught and followed in the past I am your Master am I not?"
Grey eyes closed for a breath allowing Draco to shore up his strength and resolve, "Yes Master, of course, for the rest of time I am your loving devoted slave." Draco allowed himself the further comfort of brushing his fingers over the fabric of Harry's trousers.
Harry stepped back from him, "Follow me please love". He then moved over to the couch and sat without a glance back. Draco turned on his knees and leaning forward approaching at a crawl. He took advantage of the fact Harry's instruction to follow but not elaborate how. He wanted to show his full willingness to submit to Harry realizing with Harry's words that he had been a selfish prat denying Harry pleasure somehow.
When he got to the couch he was not surprised to see Harry had put himself back under his clothes. Draco knelt before him on one of the large feather pillows around the room. Harry had sat with the pillow between his feet and turned himself so that Draco could lean against his thigh, and began running his fingers through Draco's hair.
"I'm willing to start tonight again fresh once we've finished our conversation." There was a minute or two when Harry fell silent, Draco nestled closer to his leg letting his weight rest against the sofa at his back.