Title: Of Dog Collars and Bondage
Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R just to be safe, very questionable behaviour, more sexual content than the last one, bondage, BDSM, some language. That about sums it up.
Summary: Harry has revenge and little something more on his mind and Draco is his unfortunate victim. Or is he?
Disclaimer: The characters in no way, shape, or form ever did, are, or will belong to me. The outrageous "storyline" belongs to me though. J.K. Rowling would not be caught dead writing such things. No money is made of this and who would want to pay for something like this? If you really want to sue me talk to me when I actually have some money. Which might be never.
Warning: This story is SLASH (male/male relationship), even more smut and more slash then the previous piece; the R rating is for a pretty good reason. :) Watch out for the return of those doggie collars but this time a pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, a blindfold, and other delightful things join in the fray.
Archive: My website: http://www21.brinskter.com/fracturedprose and any other website that wants it, jus tell me about it so I'm aware of it.
Notes: Look at that, it's the sequel to the sequel! The characters are completely OOC (out of character). I am completely shameless, if you haven't yet noticed from the other two installments, so tread with caution this is not as happy-go-lucky as the previous two. 3rd person POV. And the recommended listening while reading is NIN's "Happiness in Slavery" off of the "Broken" record.
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By now the infamous Draco&Harry cottage was not as frequented as it was at its founding and now its founders had the cottage all to themselves. Everyone was very surprised when Dumbledore said nothing about the obviously dubious things taking place right there on Hogwarts property. But more then a few had a certain suspicion that Dumbledore found the whole thing delightful and even visited it himself sometimes. But those points were glossed over for the sanity of his students.
On this particular day, or to be correct, night, Harry and Draco were cozily snuggled under the covers of that sumptuous bed. While Draco was happily dreaming of ice cream, Harry had more devious thoughts. His dreams were "dominated" by the thoughts of a certain black leather collar that he had locked away for that far away day when Draco stopped being so selfish and let Harry put it on. But in this particular dream Harry was particularly happy, not only had Draco succumbed to Mr. Potter's whims completely he was also more than willing.
Just when the dream got to a very interesting point Harry was woken up by Draco, who insistently shook him.
"What…what is it?" Harry groaned inwardly at the quickly fading images from the dream. He stirred and impatiently covered his eyes as if it could keep the images from escaping.
"You were mumbling something very strange; I didn't like it so I thought I'd wake you up." Draco seemed completely sincere but something didn't sound right.
"What kind of things was I mumbling?" Mr. Potter studied Malfoy carefully for any strange reaction and got it, too, when Malfoy stuttered something about not remembering what exactly it was that Harry mumbled.
"Aah…but I'm sure you do," Mr. Potter's fingers crept their wicked way up Draco's chest, "did any of the words I said resemble, oh… let's say…dog collar!"
Mr. Malfoy jerked involuntary and covered his eyes all the while moaning "Nononono…"
All this complaining on Malfoy's part was wearing thin and Harry decided that enough was enough. Plus this was a good enough time as any to enact some of the wilder fantasies that plagued his mind.
Grabbing his wand with one hand and Draco's wrists with the other he quickly kicked off the covers. Glancing up he approximated that the ceiling was low enough with its bare beams and before Draco could successfully snap out of his hysterics he found himself attached by a very real pair of handcuffs to one of the beams in the ceiling, naked and on his tiptoes.
"Potter, get me down this instant!" But Harry just smiled indulgently and stood up on the bed. He raised one hand and tenderly caressed Draco's flushed cheek. Enraged by this gesture Mr. Malfoy snapped his teeth at the offending hand.
"Whoa, down boy," Harry had to snatch his hand back, slightly fearful, after all those teeth did look sharp enough to do some damage to his beautiful skin. He thought a bit and then with a huge grin he waved his wand at their bureau, surprisingly a drawer which Draco didn't even know existed slid out obediently. Quickly jumping off the bed Harry rummaged through it for a while and with a triumphant smile climbed back onto the bed, whatever he retrieved was safely hidden behind his back.
"Now, Draco, we're going to play a game."
"But I don't want to play any game." Draco almost pouted.
"But Harry does, so we will," Mr. Potter licked his lips with anticipation and leaned in close but not enough to touch. Lowering his eyelashes he gazed at the delectable Slytherin strung so tight right before him. And he could do with him as he pleased, ah…revenge was sweet.
When Draco made a soft keening noise Harry snapped out of his reverie and remembering that which he wanted to do – continued to ravage the blond boy. Their lips clashed violently but Draco could do nothing at all when warm hands started to tease along his ribs, it tickled!
Breaking away Harry grinned widely when he saw that Draco was undone, the blonde's lips were red and glistening – perfect!
"Now, Draco, don't you worry your pretty little head about anything," said Harry but Draco could not help staring at the Gryffindor in fear.
Without further ado Harry revealed what he held in his hand behind his back. It was a perfectly new red leather ball gag. Before Draco registered just what was going to happen Mr. Potter had the gag securely in Draco's mouth and was closing the leather straps around his head.
Outraged, Malfoy started tossing his head but to no avail, the gag would not dislodge. Harry observed his handiwork and was pleased to find that red suited Draco well.
"Just a bit of revenge on my part, Malfoy, don't worry you'll still have all your limbs after I'm done with you." Draco's eyes were huge and stared in disbelief at the Boy Who Lived. He never knew Potter even had the guts for this!
Mr. Malfoy contemplated kicking Harry if that was what it took to get him out this compromising position but as if seeing his evil intent in the grey eyes Harry tut-tuted and waved a warning finger in front of Draco's nose.
"Now, no funny business, you wouldn't want me to chain your feet as well now would you?" Although come to think of it, Harry might do that anyway just to see how Draco would squirm. "I actually have a better idea." With that Harry went back to that secret wicked drawer again and took out a strip of black cloth. Oh, Draco did not like this; he did not like this at all.
With terrified eyes he watched Potter descend upon him again. Those deft fingers and tongue were doing sinful things to him and even though he told himself to resist it was more then a little hard to do. When Harry had Malfoy in a puddle before his feet and the Slytherin, blissfully unaware, had closed his eyes, he decided to act.
Carefully, not wanting to alarm Malfoy he took that strip of cloth and quickly tied it over Draco's eyes. The response was violent, maybe it was a good thing that Draco could barely make a sound. Ah, if only he knew what a sight he presented.
Caressing the convulsing throat he felt the thundering pulse and gently kissed it, his hands dancing soothingly over the smooth chest. Just as gently his fingers traced the lips stretched so deliciously over the ball gag, he felt the body tremble before him with need and try hard as he might to resist, Draco could not oppose his own desire.
Seeing this response to his ministrations Harry decided that it was safe to go on and he summoned to himself that particular collar that he thought would look most fetching on Malfoy. H attached the slim piece of leather to Malfoy's neck and because of the cool touch of the collar Draco tossed his head trying to find out just what exactly did crazy Harry Potter do. Panic overtook Draco when he realized that it was a collar on his neck and he was ready to grovel before Mr. Potter if only he could grovel.
Harry chuckled, "Draco, Draco, you should walk around like this more often. You look delicious. Do I have permission to devour you?"
Since speech was futile Draco vigorously shook his head from side to side.
"Pity, you would've liked that better than what I decided I will do." Harry was enjoying his bit as a sadistic dominator. And the barely audible strangled sounds coming from Malfoy were more than a little arousing.
"Shh, don't worry, you're in good hands." And just to prove his point Harry ran a hand over Draco's quivering erection, small chocked gasps were his reward.
Getting off the bed once more he rummaged through the drawer some more and produced a small feather. Perfect!
He kneeled before the restrained Draco and starting with his calves begun to slowly trail the feather up one of those long glorious legs. The muscles twitched but thankfully Draco did not kick out. His hands clenched into fists but he was helpless to stop this assault on his senses. It sounded as if Draco wanted to say something but of course the gag barred the way. Thinking it over Harry decided that it would far better to remove the ball gag, it would be much more fun to hear those trembling reactions as well as feel them.
He stood up and carefully undid the leather strips holding the gag in place. Once the gag was out Draco spluttered a whole lot.
"Never, and I mean never, do that again, Potter!" if he could Draco would surely be wiping his tongue with his hands but they were immobilized by those damn handcuffs.
"Don't tell me you weren't enjoying it, plus, I'm not done yet. Hold your judgment until later." He lazily twirled the feather over first one nipple and then the other. Draco inhaled sharply. Anything he wanted to say conveniently jumped out of his mind. And even the fact that he was wearing that dreaded dog collar escaped him.
Smiling, Harry moved the feather over those swollen lips and delighted in the soft sigh that escaped them. He removed the feather and replaced it with his own mouth pleased at the passion with which Malfoy kissed him back.
Harry broke it off, gasping for breath and he almost chocked on the air as he saw the pink tongue slowly swipe along those lips. Deciding that it was enough teasing with the feather, Harry whispered a "be right back" and bounded into the small kitchen.
Soon enough he was back and giggling deviously. Unable to see anything made Draco very nervous and for a good reason, too. He felt Harry's presence hovering in front of him and with a gasp he felt something cold and wet slide along his cheek.
"What are you doing, Potter?"
"Taste for yourself." That cold and wet something touched his lips and as a few droplets of water trickled in he realized that it was an ice cube.
"You're out of your mind, Potter!"
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing." The ice cube made its way down his chin and neck, around the edge of the leather collar. Stepping around the fettered Draco, Harry resumed the trail of droplets right down the middle of Draco's back, twisting it every which way to taper off the dull edges into rounded corners.
Draco shuddered and moaned as the ice cube stopped in the small of his back and some of the melting water trickled down, cooling him.
"Potter…stop teasing –" the sentence ended in a gasp as Harry pushed the remaining ice cube right into him. "You…you just…you didn't!"
"But I did!" he decided that it was enough teasing indeed and with a flourish took off the blindfold. Draco squinted at the light and when he got used to it again rage took hold of him.
"Take that…out of me!" he writhed for emphasis but was very surprised to find that Harry was standing very close behind him and that thrust backward had brought them very close indeed.
"But it will be an excellent form of lubrication once it melts completely," said Mr. Potter. Draco groaned at that implication but to his own surprise he was still painfully hard.
Harry chuckled again and unsnapping the handcuffs caught those wrists and roughly pushed Draco to the bed. Malfoy fell face first and was slowly getting up onto his knees, his arms still out in front of him. His poor wrists were red and slightly chaffed from rubbing against the metal of the cuffs; Potter was going to get it. But before he could get up all the way, Harry put two restraining hands on those thrust up hips and crawled closer to the Slytherin.
"Potter, what are you doing now?" Draco was still a bit woozy after being handcuffed to the rafters, for hours it seemed.
"Getting ready to fuck you of course." Draco chocked after those words, a trickle of cold water made its way down the inside of his thigh. How humiliating and for a Malfoy!
Draco clutched at the bedding convulsively as Harry started sliding home, astonishingly enough the ice cube had done its work well enough. Both were so high strung that it did not take too long for both to finish. And with one last thrust Harry collapsed as his strength gave out and Malfoy fell under his weight right onto the wet spot on the bed.
Both were just a bit winded but both were content, Draco was still flushed and his hair stuck to his forehead. He huffily slid out from under Harry and lying down onto his back was extremely displeased to find the discarded handcuffs right under his back. Taking them gingerly he flung them off the bed, they landed with a thud on the carpet. Harry finding himself lying right on the swiftly cooling wetness mumbled something and rolled onto his back.
Draco was just as displeased to find the collar still firmly strapped around his neck. He tried taking it off but it was no use, it was stubborn and would not detach itself.
He nudged Potter in the side and Harry groaned in protest, "Potter, take this thing off me."
"Leave me 'lone," came a sleepy reply.
Giving the leather strip a few more unsuccessful tugs Draco gave up and just to prove a point turned his back to Harry, falling asleep with a frown on his face.
Part of the reason for that frown was that Draco did not think the collar that bad but once he remembered Snape with a similar collar on, he gagged on that thought.
The next morning there were shouts coming from the Draco&Harry cottage, most of them coming from Draco.
"I will get you back for this, Potter! Just you wait!"
"Next time, Draco, next time."
"There won't be a next time!"
"There's always a next time."
Now that sounded like a promise, what devious plan will Draco think up now?
The E – (should I even bother?) Aw, heck, To be Continued
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A/N: Now don't expect a sequel to this but if it arrives don't be too surprised. :) And also don't be too surprised if the story is yanked off FF.net, but never fear, you can always find it on my website. Should I even say that reviews are most welcome.
**And my plea for a beta reader or two is repeated. E-mail me, if you would like to beta read for me, at lamort_noir@hotmail.com.**