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I said this would be a quick update. And then we bought a house. Many apologies, the last four months have been INSANE. But we're almost unpacked and I finally have time to write! I hope this update was worth the wait! :sob:

Song title: Since this is one of a two part chapter, the titles of this and chapter 10 are lines from the song Haunted by ADONA. The lyric titles are not in order, they were chosen from the song to fit the content of the chapters.

That kiss was powerful. Harry got lost in it, moaning softly at the feelings it sent rushing through him. He felt himself kissing back, not quite so claiming but just as passionate, in a different way. A submissive way. His thoughts barely had time to remember the many moments in which he was ashamed of being submissive in most aspects of his life, if not all. He would wonder, in those moments, what he might be like if he'd been raised by people who loved him. But Draco seemed to love the submissiveness, and Harry began to think it might not be such a bad thing after all.

He was taken completely by surprise that Draco broke his own rule, and surprised himself when he realized he'd been wanting this to happen for a while now. He didn't understand why the Slytherin made up the no kissing rule in the first place, as to him, kissing didn't necessarily mean romance. He hadn't questioned it before, but now that it happened, he was far too curious to let it go.

Once they both came up for air, breathing heavy with lidded eyes, Harry leaned back a little so he had Draco's face in full view. "Why?"

Why was Draco breaking his own rule? Hell if he knew, other than he just wanted to. But he was going to blame it on the new relationship they were entering, blame it on BDSM. On being a Dom. Because Draco Malfoy didn't reveal his real reasons if they were too much for himself to handle. Besides, he was glad he broke it. Kissing Potter was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He should've done this sooner. Even he felt a little dazed, and power drunk. "Like I said, BDSM calls for a different kind of relationship. My rule about falling for me still stands, of course, but I can allow kissing I suppose. It helps with the Dom sub connection."

"I never understood that rule anyway," Harry breathed, still dazed and wanting nothing more than to be kissed senseless. This was nothing like the few kisses he'd experienced, though one was with Ginny and the other with Cho. Neither were enjoyable. He didn't talk to Cho anymore, and he and Ginny now laughed about their recent mistake after realizing they were more siblings than anything else. This kiss was everything he'd dreamed of. "If we're having sex, we might as well kiss."

Draco mulled that over as he gently steered Harry to the bed, mildly amused and surprised at how much of a turn his mood had taken just from this. "To me, kissing has always had a deeper meaning. It may not necessarily mean romance, but it's more than just fucking. Usually. I wouldn't kiss just anyone, so consider yourself special. You're welcome." He flashed Harry a grin to show he was just being a brat. "I'm making an exception here, and wouldn't have had BDSM never come up. Speaking of which, you need to know some things before we do anything."

That did make Harry feel special. The fact that Malfoy was willing to do this with him, teach him, said a lot about the Slytherin. Even if it was just a hunger for power and control, Harry wouldn't have cared; could tell that Draco took this very seriously. He wouldn't care for Harry's emotional and physical wellbeing otherwise. "Can't we just, do? Feel? Talking is strange between us and often ruins things."

Draco blinked in surprise, though he should've known Potter would want to jump right in. They were both people who enjoyed action more than talk, but this still required some explanations. "Hmm, you trust me that much? Well then, can I trust you to speak up if you don't like something I'm doing?" He already did, as Harry has proven a few times that he will say something if he's uncomfortable, but he needed to hear it as an affirmation.

"Yes, just bloody kiss me again," Harry said frustratedly.

Draco chuckled. "As much as I would like to jump into bed and do this, you need to at least know the basics of what you're getting into."

Harry frowned, but listened. He sat on the bed, expecting a lecture, but was instead straddled and kissed all over his neck as the blonde worked his hands under his shirt and pulled it off. He lifted his arms to help, though the more Draco did to him, the more dazed he became. He didn't understand it; that had never happened, before.

"Subspace," Draco murmured while nibbling on Harry's ear, "is the most important thing you need to know. I cannot put you into subspace without telling you about it. Everything else we can do by feel and action, and I'll explain if necessary as I go. But not this."

"What is it?" Harry asked breathlessly.

"A trance, sort of. A place that most submissive minds go to during or after scenes."

Well that explained what was happening to him.

Draco lazily rolled his hips and groaned at the noise Potter made. "Scenes are what we call sessions, like when we have sex. It's not a scene unless there is BDSM involved and sex isn't always part of it. Seeing how you respond to me, you will probably go into subspace the first time and rather quickly, if my intuition is correct. I could be wrong but who knows you better than I?"

Harry couldn't argue that. Draco really did know him the best out of anyone he's ever known. He was a little unnerved by how easy it was to submit to Draco, and how much he loved it. They'd barely done anything sexual yet and already he found this far better than anything they've done so far. "No one," he answered honestly. His hands had found their way under the blonde's shirt, sliding up his back. Draco helped him by removing the shirt and then pushed Harry down on the bed. He continued his ministrations, adding nips and a deep, aching bite on his throat. It felt so much more divine than it had when Draco did it before bringing BDSM into this and he wasn't sure he could ever go back now that he had a taste. He tilted his head to give Draco better access, not understanding what that meant to the Slytherin. It was Harry's subconscious baring his most vulnerable body part, the ultimate show of trust.

That pleased Draco immensely. He hummed his pleasure and approval, and decided to give Harry a taste of another part of BDSM; praise. He leaned down and licked his earlobe before purring, "Good boy," then sucked a hickey onto the Gryffindor's beautiful neck

Harry's breath hitched. He felt a shiver roll through him at those words, the effect something unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Though everything Draco did to him had similar effects, which was why he'd so quickly become addicted to him. This could have gone very wrong; Vernon snidely used that 'praise' as not praise at all. It wasn't often and it was used to taunt Harry. But this was different. He could tell Draco meant it. And it felt incredible.

"You like that, I take it?"

"Yeah," he breathed.

Draco grinned. "So you have a praise kink. How interesting," he purred. This was delightful; he loved giving praise to subs with a praise kink. It gave him enormous pleasure to watch their pupils dilate and jaws fall open, to hear their whimpers and other pleasantly surprised noises. One of his own kinks was making his subs feel good, and feel good about themselves. It drove him wild.

Harry didn't understand what that meant, but he had an idea. And he didn't like how much he liked it. So he brought the subject back to the trance Draco mentioned. "How long does subspace last? How would I know if I'm in it?"

"It can usually last anywhere between an hour to five hours or more, with after effects that can last a day or two. You'll know. Sometimes it sneaks up on you, sometimes you fall right into it and it's strong enough to be able to tell right away. Some people have trouble talking when in it, some have trouble putting sentences together, some talk more than normal and others go completely nonverbal. Inhibitions and filters fly out the window. You could say things you might not normally say. It's one of a person's most vulnerable moments. That's why it's so important to trust your Dom one hundred percent." His hands had been working on undoing Harry's jeans so he stood to pull them off with his underwear. Harry had already kicked off his shoes and socks, and he lifted his hips to help. Draco groaned again, this time at the sight of a naked Harry Potter on his back for him. Hard for him. He could never get used to that. "Move so you're parallel to the bed." He didn't even stop to think about the fact that his fury from earlier was now completely gone.

Harry obeyed, and didn't interrupt; it sounded like Draco had more to say, and he was drinking it all up. He didn't like the sound of being in a trance, but he did trust the blonde and he needed more information so he stayed silent. He was now very glad and relieved that Draco insisted on talking about this before jumping into it.

"Good," Draco praised, noting how Potter reacted again. He stripped off the rest of his own clothes and straddled the Gryffindor. He took Harry's wrists and put them above and behind him. "Hold onto the bars of the bed." This was incredible. Potter was listening to him and doing everything he told him to. Not that he'd told him to do a lot yet but it was tantalizing nonetheless. Never in his dreams would he have ever imagined being in this position, being given Potter's trust so completely. "Gods, Potter," he breathed. "How does that feel? Would you be okay with me tying your wrists to the bed?"

Harry swallowed nervously, but he loved the way Draco was staring at him. It was almost like he was worshipping him. Though that couldn't be right, it's what it looked and felt like and Harry wasn't going to stop his mind from going there. It was a nice thought. "Yeah. I mean, amazing. Yes, I would."

Draco was flabbergasted. Harry knew he was a death eater. He knew he was on Voldemort's side. He knew Draco blamed Dumbledore for what happened to Theo earlier. But he was still more than willing to let the Slytherin tie his hands up. "Good," he murmured, praising Harry's answer. "For being honest, I mean. I would say that even if you said no," he made sure to add. "Safewords - for now, just use colors so you don't have to think about what other words to use yet. Green for go, yellow for slow down and pause, red for stop. Is that okay with you?"

Harry appreciated that. He sometimes took things too literally so the explanation was helpful. He understood that Draco was praising him for answering, not for saying yes. Which was a huge deal for him. "Yeah." He looked at Draco in confusion then, at the question. "Wait, like traffic lights?"

Draco grinned; he loved surprising the Gryffindor. "Exactly." He grabbed his wand and muttered a version of incarcerous, fastening Harry's wrists but not too tightly.

Harry felt fingers on his left wrist, softly dragging down his arm. His eyes flitted over, then back up to the Slytherin's, who he noticed was staring at the marks with an unusual expression. They hadn't talked about Harry's self harming addiction, and this was the first time Draco was paying any special attention to them. Harry's heart started beating harder as embarrassment and shame bled into his heart.

Draco couldn't help himself. That beautiful skin was laid before him, so trustingly, and his fingers had a mind of their own. He noticed that there were no fresh cuts; he kept tabs. There haven't been any new ones for a while, not that they'd been sleeping together long. He couldn't help but wonder why. His eyes met Harry's and he saw the unease in them. "No new ones," he commented.

Harry's face felt hot and he knew his cheeks were reddening. He was surprised and pleased that Malfoy had noticed that. "No," he mumbled, then his breath got caught in his throat at the smile that grew on the blonde's face.

"Good." And that was all he'd say about that. He had an idea of why Potter did this to himself and no idea of why the Gryffindor stopped recently. Maybe he didn't do it consistently, who knew. But he was glad that Potter stopped, even if it was just for a little while. He then wrapped his hand around Harry and started stroking him, light and slow.

That one word and that smile meant everything to Harry. They pushed his shame aside and made room for everything else Draco made him feel. He'd felt put on display and helpless when the blonde was running his fingertips over the healing cuts and scars, but he didn't hate it. Which was quite shocking. Draco seemed to care about the fact that Harry stopped cutting himself. While he thought that couldn't be right, the evidence was right in front of his face. He shivered again when Draco started teasing him and closed his eyes, arching his back through soft moans. He didn't want to ruin the moment so he changed it, with one last question that had been boggling his mind.

"What does it feel like? Subspace?" he murmured, his voice breathless from the tantalizing fingers ghosting over his cock, squeezing and stroking him.

Draco smirked at that reaction and answered the question, grateful for the subject change. That was definitely a moment he did not want to continue; feelings and tender moments made him uncomfortable. Even Theo had to put him into subspace for him to open up completely. "No matter what your particular subspace is like, it feels like pure bliss. Your own individual slice of heaven. It's fuzzy sometimes, light and heavy at the same time, hazy and floaty. Nothing can bother you there. Nothing matters but you and your Dom. This is part of why I needed to be sure you really want this. When we finish a scene, I won't leave like I have been doing. I'm going to stay with you until I'm sure you're okay to go back to your dorm. There are things that can pull you out of subspace, like a sudden traumatic memory for instance or your Dom saying something hurtful. Which is why I'm honestly nervous about doing this with you. We've only ever been hostile with each other, Potter. But, I know how to control that and put you back under so if you are comfortable with this, I'll continue."

"I am," he answered, still breathless but confident. He didn't want to think, anymore. "Please, Draco," he begged softly.

Draco knew what he was asking and was happy to oblige, drunk on how that pleading and his name on Potter's lips made him feel. He shifted his hand to stroke them both at the same time. His jaw dropped in a gasp and he felt his masks fall a little, but he didn't care. Potter was being vulnerable with him; the least he could do was return it, even the tiniest bit.

He wanted to see how much he could make the Gryffindor squirm and writhe beneath him, so he didn't take too much time pleasuring himself. He pulled away and smirked at Harry's whine because of what he had in store for him. He moved down Harry's body to do something he's never done before. He has never had much desire to give blow jobs and he viewed it as something a bit more sacred than kissing. He has never done it to Theo, nor has he received one from Theo; their relationship was different and it would be weird if they did that. Not that he could explain why. But he found himself wanting to do it now and while it surprised him, he was becoming used to being surprised by himself and by Potter with whatever the hell this was between them.

"Draco?" Harry asked nervously, biting his lip. He had a suspicion of what the Slytherin was about to do. Then Draco licked him and he let out a long, low noise he has never made before.

The blonde just smirked at the question and delved right in, starting light as he did with everything, even things he's done before hundreds of times. He suspected he wouldn't like the taste, but found it addicting. He inhaled deeply and licked him again, longer and more slowly this time, swirling his tongue around and testing the waters.

"Draco," Harry gasped, embarrassed by what was happening, then moaned and arched his back. He wanted to watch the blonde but his body had a mind of its own. These sensations were entirely new and he felt like his brain was melting. He did force himself to look again when the blonde's mouth was entirely wrapped around him, an image that would be burned into his memory forever.

Draco groaned at Harry's reactions and finally took him fully into his mouth as far as he could without choking. He kept a firm hand on the brunette's hip just in case Harry unintentionally bucked, then started bobbing and sucking, only coming up for air when the Gryffindor warned that he was about to come. This was where Draco really shone - orgasm delay and overall sexual torture. He gripped the base of Harry's cock and put pressure there, forcing the orgasm away. "I won't let you come that easily," he rumbled, smirking when Harry's lidded, darkened eyes met his.

Getting his first taste of what Draco meant by control had Harry completely submerged in subspace, though he didn't quite know that yet. He had whined Draco's name and desperately tried to tell him about his rapidly approaching orgasm, but words were hard for him. Luckily, the blonde understood. And then pulled that on him. Harry whined again, stronger this time from the throbbing in his dick and the commanding tone in Draco's voice. Finally it ebbed, and faded, and he was still rock hard and a little uncomfortable. But it was a pleasing sort of discomfort. He panted until he was calmer, and finally addressed Malfoy. "When will you let me come?"

Draco's smirk widened. "Whenever I decide." He loved the tortured look in Potter's eyes, only because he could tell the brunette was enjoying this. "You're in subspace."

Harry blinked a few times, trying to get his mind to work. "Oh, is that what this is?"

"Yes. Do you like it?"

It took him a few moments to answer. "Yeah. It's not the type of trance I was thinking it would be. Thought I'd have no control."

"It can get there, but with more extreme BDSM play. What I did to you is called orgasm delay or edging. Do you think you can get hard again soon after you come?"

"Yes," he breathed. "I'm a teenage boy with a hot guy, fuck yes."

Draco actually chuckled, pleased, and couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Good. What's your color?"

"Green," Harry said without delay.

The blonde went back to making Harry writhe and brought him to another almost-orgasm that he also put a stop to at the last possible moment, using techniques that had been used on him and that he'd read and heard about. It wasn't how he would normally properly introduce a sub into BDSM but this was them, and they were different. Harry was different.

"Draco," Harry whimpered, his body vibrating with the effort of trying to come and not being allowed to. "Please."

"Please what, Harry?" he purred. It felt odd using Potter's first name but he meant to, both for effect and because he felt like it. Harry made a frustrated noise and Draco almost felt badly for pushing him. "Tell me what you want," he ordered gently.

Harry was definitely frustrated and desperate, but he felt really good. He wanted to get the words out, for Draco because it was clearly important to him but also because he really badly wanted to come. Also, the Slytherin's use of his first name had sent him over the edge and he wanted to please him. "Please let me come," he breathed.

"Good boy. You may, whenever you're ready." He had already decided that he would never swallow if he did this with another man, but right now he found himself wanting to. However, it wasn't smart to try it now because he didn't know how to do it right and didn't want to ruin the scene by choking, or in case he didn't like the taste. Next time, perhaps.

When Harry's body gave him the signal, which he knew by heart, he pulled off and stroked him the rest of the way. The look on his lover's face as he came was too much, made him feel too much, so he leaned down to capture his lips in a searing, distracting kiss.

Harry came so hard that he saw stars. His mind was fuzzy but he could still think clearly enough. He didn't understand how that worked, but he felt amazing so he wouldn't question it. That orgasm was the strongest he's ever had - in the short amount of time he's been having them - and needed a few moments to come down from the initial high. He was grateful for that kiss and moaned into it, wishing he could wrap his arms around Draco. He must have pulled on the ropes, because Draco noticed.

"Would you like me to untie you?"

He thought about that before answering. "No," he whispered, and was met with another kiss.

"How are you feeling?"

"Subspace is 'mazing."

Draco chuckled at the drunk response. "I'm glad you think so. We don't have to do anything else, you know. You can just soak it up and relax."

Harry let out a protesting sound. "No. You. I want you to get off. I want to feel this, what it's like, with sex."

Draco was flabbergasted that his own orgasm was that important to the Gryffindor, though he knew he shouldn't be. Harry Potter had always been that way, but his heart warmed about it despite himself. "Alright. Your wish is my command; as soon as you get hard again." He moved to grab his wand and cleaned them up before shifting to sit on Potter's hips again.

"Or you could use my body insteada letting me rest, and get yourself off," Harry mumbled.

Draco blinked and felt himself twitch at the image of fucking the brunette to his own orgasm. "Potter, you are going to be the death of me." Still, he wanted Harry to get off again too so he was going to make sure he was hard at least by the time Draco was almost coming. He wasn't opposed to using Harry's body as long as Harry wanted him to do that, but not for the Gryffindor's first experience with BDSM. And it was definitely not something he was going to let them decide while Harry was in subspace. That was a talk that needed to happen while they were both completely lucid and sober, as Draco liked to call it.

Harry just grinned, loving the effect he had on the Slytherin. He rolled his hips just to tease Draco and watch his jaw drop in ecstasy.

Draco was *not* expecting that and let out a low moan. He returned the roll because it felt so good, and because he wanted to see how Potter would react. The other boy moaned back, not getting hard yet but at least it was a start. Then an idea struck the blonde. "Could I have a -" Then what he wanted appeared on the bed. "Why yes, a wartenberg wheel." The Room of Requirement was really quite amazing. He saw Harry eyeing him curiously and he smirked. "I figured since you clearly enjoy pain, this might be delightful for you. It won't break the skin, but it's divine and will help you sink further, relax more."

Harry couldn't argue that he enjoyed pain. He knew Draco understood that it wasn't why he cut himself, but he wouldn't do it if he didn't like the sensation. It wouldn't help him, otherwise. "It looks like a torture device."

Draco lightly pressed the five spiky wheels into Harry's right arm, letting him get a feel for it. "It does, doesn't it? It was actually developed for muggle medicine to test nerve reactions. The BDSM community took it and turned it into a sex toy, of course; we do that with a lot of things." He slowly ghosted it up Harry's arm and delighted in the breathy gasps he received, not to mention those dilating pupils he loved so much.

"Muggle? You keep surprising me."

"As do you, Potter. Can I do this on your other arm?"

"Yes," Harry practically begged. His foggy mind barely registered the gratefulness to Draco for asking about that. Draco's thoughtfulness and respect for Harry's consent meant the world to him. When he felt those pin pricks on his arm, rolling gently over his scars - well he thought he was in heaven, before. Now he wasn't sure what to call it. Bliss. Cloud 9. He felt himself slipping deep into this... subspace, felt his control slipping away further into Draco's hands, and he couldn't bring himself to care. He didn't even notice himself getting hard again until the wheel was down by his hip.

Draco was quick but careful with prepping him, and Harry being so relaxed helped. They both moaned when he slid inside him, neither one wanting to think about the fact that something drastically big changed between them tonight.

Thank you for reading! Thank you to those of you who continue to read even with my crazy update times XD