Title: Watashi Dai-ichi no shu dorei ai
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Chapter Two: The Slave Harry...with amnesia!?
Light. Shining, burning lights of non-satisfaction, hit the sight of closed creamy tan eyelids. Green eyes are exposed to the living world; hands reach to cover his eyes. Frowning of discomfort, eyes halfway closed; two cold gray eyes looked at his. Startled, taken by surprise, alarming yelps leave his lips and the clucking sound echoed within the room.
"Morning slave," Draco said, "I'm glad you have awakened."
"I have a name," he said sitting on the bed, covers still on top of him.
"Tell me, what name shall this beauty have?"
"Harold."
"Harry shall be, for it is a short name for an old name," he noticed Harry's eyes reflected the sadness and the non-enjoyment of a frustrated human.
"How something so pure and full with beauty can fall into cruel hands. An accident or against your will? I cannot say which for I am curious."
"Life is not fair," Like waterfalls, the words rolled off of his tongue as a response to Draco's curiosity.
"Dear Harry, innocent thing, nothing is fair in life, especially not on this realm."
Harry shook the blankets off and stood up. Draco's eyes flashed as he looked at the bare creamy tan chest and it gave him the impulse to grab him and ravish him alive.
"Though, I am grateful with who I am and what I have," a smirk grew on his lips as he grabbed Harry from the waist and pulled him closer.
Harry gulped down hard, totally scared inside, "No harm can come to you, Harry for I am taking things slow. Tell me, my precious slave, did I touch you in a hurtful, barbaric action?"
"No, you hadn't."
"Then you should feel grateful for it. Some masters are savage and unmannered."
"I thank thee." Harry whispered. Draco leaned forward and bit Harry's lower lip softly.
Draco licked Harry's earlobe and whispered, "I'm being as gentle as I can." He looked past Harry's shoulders and his eyes widened when he looked at the clock. "Oh shit!" Harry doubted that word was said out in the open much in this realm. "I'm going to be late for the assembling!" Draco took his shirt off which brought a lot of attention from Harry.
Fine, marked, defined muscles Young Malfoy has. Abs, Broad and strong, he stretched them and put another silver shirt on. Harry couldn't explain what made him feel suddenly attracted to his master Draco.
'Oh my! Deep within my heart,' he thought, 'Harold, Harold what is happening to you? First you fight for your pride, and then give up. Now you fall for thy enemy. Shame, Shame on me!'
"Stay here," Draco said as he put his black cloak on. "One foot out of here, trouble you shall receive."
He slammed the door shut and Harry sighed.
"Shame! I have indeed fallen for his body! Why, for I had never liked a man. Why when he only rented me yesterday! Oh perplex I had been for I am abash of myself!"
He pushed the door open and bowed. Stares and glares penetrated his head as he looked at the marble luxury floor.
"Forgive me my Lord, I had overslept. May I have the allowance to sit and share my knowledge with thee?"
"Raise my child, you are always forgiven here. You do not need to bow to me, for this was the place you should had been, next king, true heir of the Hebi blood, Great Salazar Slytherin."
"I thank thee," Draco whispered feeling his father's glare upon him. He ignored it and sat down beside the king.
"Do continue Goyle." The man standing in front of them with a long silver pointer cleared his throat.
"We have been summoned here to discuss the money finances of the slave sellers. The slave numbers have increased and the renting is way out of control. I must say my Lord we must place a new law for renting. If not, the slave sellers will get richer day after day."
"What do you have in mind?"
Crabbe, shook his cloak and cleared his throat, "May I speak Lord?" Blue eyes rolled and a pale hand answered his request.
"The lowest class can only rent slaves once a week, limited for one day. Mid class will only rent twice a week limited for one day."
"Sounds reasonable enough."
"And high class will-" The sound of human flesh hitting fine polished wood echoed through the room. A chair fell to the floor as Young Malfoy stood up.
"I object!" he yelled looking at Lord Voldemort as old Lucius Malfoy sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Draco, do sit down," Lucius' silky strong voice was heard.
"Talk Young Malfoy," Voldemort said.
"Draco, stop this..."
Ignoring the voice from the person of his own blood he continued, "High class cannot be limited. We placed the idea; we have every right to do as we please!"
"We have the right to please our bodies! Just as you do!" Murmurs erupted around. Lucius ran his hand through his long white blonde silky hair trying to dodge all the stares that fell upon him. Thin creamy lips smirked.
"I agree with thee." Silence covered the room. "Young Malfoy has a point..."
Time flew by as the meeting ran to reach its end. Old Malfoy seized the opportunity to grab his son and planned to knock sense into him. Young Malfoy's eyes bored into the same eyes he inherited and crossed his arms on his chest.
"Speak, I don't have all day."
"Clear as water I made myself not to give your personal information. My reputation means much to me and you should adapt it as well!"
"I'm not thee."
"Get a grip! You're a Malfoy an-"
"If you're going to lecture me, do it later. I have better things to do," Draco said turning.
A hand gripped his silver shirt collar. "Listen to your elders!"
He rolled his icy gray eyes and turned his fiery stare at his father. "I've been wondering have you ever slept with the king?"
Hard and burning, a strong hand reached to slap his face. His head turned with the force of the slap but his face betrayed nothing, no pain. He looked at his father and twitched his lips. He spat on the black leather boots of his father and left the place.
Night...
He slammed the door shut and removed the long leather cloak he placed upon his shoulders hours ago before leaving and threw across the room. Strong, uncontrollable anger rose inside his veins, looking at the red mark of his father's slap.
His anger ceased when he opened the door to his personal chamber and his green-eyed slave shook the gray blankets of the bed and covered his body. An eyebrow hides behind the long white locks upon his forehead; Curiosity killed the cat.
"What may a new fresh slave like you be doing?" he asked crawling on top of his delicious slave.
"N-Nothing, Malfoy."
A hand reached his neck and a voice growled, "Master Malfoy for you."
"M-My mistakes Master Malfoy, I am d-doing nothing." He pressed himself closer to the nervous slave and smirked.
"Are thee sure thee did nothing, or perhaps dear Harry was exiting himself?" Red blushing color covered Harry's cheeks and turned his gaze away.
Malfoy gripped the man's chin and growled, "Look at me!" Fear glazed the emerald green eyes of Harry as Malfoy looked at him.
A sigh escaped Young Malfoy's lips. "Don't worry. I'll behave. I'm just going to sleep over my green eyes' shoulder."
Green eyes softened at his master's soft voice. He traced his fine fingers upon the white tank top that covered the tense muscles of his master. He suddenly shrugged as the warm finger touched his cold hips.
"Mmmm, you're good Harry." Harry's finger played with the waistband of his loose pants. Widen eyes met green lust filled eyes as Harry slipped his hand inside of it. Malfoy slapped the hand away and glared into the slave's eyes.
"What may a slave like you have in mind?" He asked Harry who looked at him, lust glowing in the green orbs. Two hands, warm to his skin held Harry's jaw and pushed him down; pressed into the pink delicious lips Young Malfoy was longing to taste.
Shocked, taken by surprise, Young Malfoy didn't react. Dear Harry broke the kiss, looking at the startled gray eyes. Long white locks tickled the skin of Harry's face as he looked at his Master.
"I am willing to satisfy you-"
"Don't try to," Draco whispered and rolled over and sat at the edge of the bed.
"Why?"
"I'm not up to it. Master had a bad day," he said shortly. From the drawer besides the bed he took a bottle of Fire Whiskey and poured a draught into the delicate glass beside it. With closed eyelids, he shrugged as the warm liquid burned his throat. He looked at Harry and offered him a glass.
"No, I do not drink."
"Would you drink to satisfy me?" Harry sighed and took the glass. He gulped the liquid so fast that it made him chock and gasp.
"Easy, Slave."
"How can you drink such awful stuff?"
"It's called Fire Whiskey, The finest and most expensive drink you can find here. You should feel lucky I let you drink one shot. Not many slaves are fortunate to drink such fine liquor."
"Not Lucky. It tastes horrible!"
"Tell me Harry, I'm curious. Where are you from? I doubt something so handsome comes from the lowest class."
He lowered his head as his strong creamy hands gripped the ragged black trousers he wore. "I don't know."
Young Malfoy stopped mid-gulp and raised one of his fine white blonde eyebrows. "You don't know?" Harry shook his head.
"A slave with amnesia? I have found none, in all my three years of renting, such kind of slave."
"I am sorry to disappoint you."
"No, I was taken by surprise. Tell me, what has suddenly made you desire to satisfy me?"
"Master, I am your slave for a week. Doesn't that command me to satisfy my own Master?"
"Yes but you my dear are still a novice and you need to be guided. If you follow what I say you will satisfy me," he said as he leaned closer and bit the slave's lower lip. Harry could smell the liquor on his Master's mouth.
Minutes later the sound of a glass touching the floor and the liquid splashing the hardwood was heard. Harry turned his gaze to his Master and smiled weakly. Closed eyelids and parted cold pink lips caught Harry's gaze and he licked his own lips.
He removed the Fire Whiskey bottle from his Master's grip and laid it on the nearest drawer. He looked at his Master's sleepy face and felt the urge to touch and trace each line of his master's chest with his fingers.
He brushed his lips against his Master's and felt how he shivered at his touch. He didn't know why he decided to act this way; so nice and obedient to Malfoy and accept the fact he was a slave when he at first spat, hit and yelled for his pride and justice.
He lowered his Master deep inside the gray covers and watched as his chest rose and fell between each breath he took. Harry, without thinking lowered his head and rested it on his master's shoulder.
"I'm just going to sleep on my gray eyed Master's shoulder."
'If someone would have told me I would become the slave of a young and fine man like you, I wouldn't have known what to say.'
TBC...
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Chapter Two: The Slave Harry...with amnesia!?
Light. Shining, burning lights of non-satisfaction, hit the sight of closed creamy tan eyelids. Green eyes are exposed to the living world; hands reach to cover his eyes. Frowning of discomfort, eyes halfway closed; two cold gray eyes looked at his. Startled, taken by surprise, alarming yelps leave his lips and the clucking sound echoed within the room.
"Morning slave," Draco said, "I'm glad you have awakened."
"I have a name," he said sitting on the bed, covers still on top of him.
"Tell me, what name shall this beauty have?"
"Harold."
"Harry shall be, for it is a short name for an old name," he noticed Harry's eyes reflected the sadness and the non-enjoyment of a frustrated human.
"How something so pure and full with beauty can fall into cruel hands. An accident or against your will? I cannot say which for I am curious."
"Life is not fair," Like waterfalls, the words rolled off of his tongue as a response to Draco's curiosity.
"Dear Harry, innocent thing, nothing is fair in life, especially not on this realm."
Harry shook the blankets off and stood up. Draco's eyes flashed as he looked at the bare creamy tan chest and it gave him the impulse to grab him and ravish him alive.
"Though, I am grateful with who I am and what I have," a smirk grew on his lips as he grabbed Harry from the waist and pulled him closer.
Harry gulped down hard, totally scared inside, "No harm can come to you, Harry for I am taking things slow. Tell me, my precious slave, did I touch you in a hurtful, barbaric action?"
"No, you hadn't."
"Then you should feel grateful for it. Some masters are savage and unmannered."
"I thank thee." Harry whispered. Draco leaned forward and bit Harry's lower lip softly.
Draco licked Harry's earlobe and whispered, "I'm being as gentle as I can." He looked past Harry's shoulders and his eyes widened when he looked at the clock. "Oh shit!" Harry doubted that word was said out in the open much in this realm. "I'm going to be late for the assembling!" Draco took his shirt off which brought a lot of attention from Harry.
Fine, marked, defined muscles Young Malfoy has. Abs, Broad and strong, he stretched them and put another silver shirt on. Harry couldn't explain what made him feel suddenly attracted to his master Draco.
'Oh my! Deep within my heart,' he thought, 'Harold, Harold what is happening to you? First you fight for your pride, and then give up. Now you fall for thy enemy. Shame, Shame on me!'
"Stay here," Draco said as he put his black cloak on. "One foot out of here, trouble you shall receive."
He slammed the door shut and Harry sighed.
"Shame! I have indeed fallen for his body! Why, for I had never liked a man. Why when he only rented me yesterday! Oh perplex I had been for I am abash of myself!"
He pushed the door open and bowed. Stares and glares penetrated his head as he looked at the marble luxury floor.
"Forgive me my Lord, I had overslept. May I have the allowance to sit and share my knowledge with thee?"
"Raise my child, you are always forgiven here. You do not need to bow to me, for this was the place you should had been, next king, true heir of the Hebi blood, Great Salazar Slytherin."
"I thank thee," Draco whispered feeling his father's glare upon him. He ignored it and sat down beside the king.
"Do continue Goyle." The man standing in front of them with a long silver pointer cleared his throat.
"We have been summoned here to discuss the money finances of the slave sellers. The slave numbers have increased and the renting is way out of control. I must say my Lord we must place a new law for renting. If not, the slave sellers will get richer day after day."
"What do you have in mind?"
Crabbe, shook his cloak and cleared his throat, "May I speak Lord?" Blue eyes rolled and a pale hand answered his request.
"The lowest class can only rent slaves once a week, limited for one day. Mid class will only rent twice a week limited for one day."
"Sounds reasonable enough."
"And high class will-" The sound of human flesh hitting fine polished wood echoed through the room. A chair fell to the floor as Young Malfoy stood up.
"I object!" he yelled looking at Lord Voldemort as old Lucius Malfoy sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Draco, do sit down," Lucius' silky strong voice was heard.
"Talk Young Malfoy," Voldemort said.
"Draco, stop this..."
Ignoring the voice from the person of his own blood he continued, "High class cannot be limited. We placed the idea; we have every right to do as we please!"
"We have the right to please our bodies! Just as you do!" Murmurs erupted around. Lucius ran his hand through his long white blonde silky hair trying to dodge all the stares that fell upon him. Thin creamy lips smirked.
"I agree with thee." Silence covered the room. "Young Malfoy has a point..."
Time flew by as the meeting ran to reach its end. Old Malfoy seized the opportunity to grab his son and planned to knock sense into him. Young Malfoy's eyes bored into the same eyes he inherited and crossed his arms on his chest.
"Speak, I don't have all day."
"Clear as water I made myself not to give your personal information. My reputation means much to me and you should adapt it as well!"
"I'm not thee."
"Get a grip! You're a Malfoy an-"
"If you're going to lecture me, do it later. I have better things to do," Draco said turning.
A hand gripped his silver shirt collar. "Listen to your elders!"
He rolled his icy gray eyes and turned his fiery stare at his father. "I've been wondering have you ever slept with the king?"
Hard and burning, a strong hand reached to slap his face. His head turned with the force of the slap but his face betrayed nothing, no pain. He looked at his father and twitched his lips. He spat on the black leather boots of his father and left the place.
Night...
He slammed the door shut and removed the long leather cloak he placed upon his shoulders hours ago before leaving and threw across the room. Strong, uncontrollable anger rose inside his veins, looking at the red mark of his father's slap.
His anger ceased when he opened the door to his personal chamber and his green-eyed slave shook the gray blankets of the bed and covered his body. An eyebrow hides behind the long white locks upon his forehead; Curiosity killed the cat.
"What may a new fresh slave like you be doing?" he asked crawling on top of his delicious slave.
"N-Nothing, Malfoy."
A hand reached his neck and a voice growled, "Master Malfoy for you."
"M-My mistakes Master Malfoy, I am d-doing nothing." He pressed himself closer to the nervous slave and smirked.
"Are thee sure thee did nothing, or perhaps dear Harry was exiting himself?" Red blushing color covered Harry's cheeks and turned his gaze away.
Malfoy gripped the man's chin and growled, "Look at me!" Fear glazed the emerald green eyes of Harry as Malfoy looked at him.
A sigh escaped Young Malfoy's lips. "Don't worry. I'll behave. I'm just going to sleep over my green eyes' shoulder."
Green eyes softened at his master's soft voice. He traced his fine fingers upon the white tank top that covered the tense muscles of his master. He suddenly shrugged as the warm finger touched his cold hips.
"Mmmm, you're good Harry." Harry's finger played with the waistband of his loose pants. Widen eyes met green lust filled eyes as Harry slipped his hand inside of it. Malfoy slapped the hand away and glared into the slave's eyes.
"What may a slave like you have in mind?" He asked Harry who looked at him, lust glowing in the green orbs. Two hands, warm to his skin held Harry's jaw and pushed him down; pressed into the pink delicious lips Young Malfoy was longing to taste.
Shocked, taken by surprise, Young Malfoy didn't react. Dear Harry broke the kiss, looking at the startled gray eyes. Long white locks tickled the skin of Harry's face as he looked at his Master.
"I am willing to satisfy you-"
"Don't try to," Draco whispered and rolled over and sat at the edge of the bed.
"Why?"
"I'm not up to it. Master had a bad day," he said shortly. From the drawer besides the bed he took a bottle of Fire Whiskey and poured a draught into the delicate glass beside it. With closed eyelids, he shrugged as the warm liquid burned his throat. He looked at Harry and offered him a glass.
"No, I do not drink."
"Would you drink to satisfy me?" Harry sighed and took the glass. He gulped the liquid so fast that it made him chock and gasp.
"Easy, Slave."
"How can you drink such awful stuff?"
"It's called Fire Whiskey, The finest and most expensive drink you can find here. You should feel lucky I let you drink one shot. Not many slaves are fortunate to drink such fine liquor."
"Not Lucky. It tastes horrible!"
"Tell me Harry, I'm curious. Where are you from? I doubt something so handsome comes from the lowest class."
He lowered his head as his strong creamy hands gripped the ragged black trousers he wore. "I don't know."
Young Malfoy stopped mid-gulp and raised one of his fine white blonde eyebrows. "You don't know?" Harry shook his head.
"A slave with amnesia? I have found none, in all my three years of renting, such kind of slave."
"I am sorry to disappoint you."
"No, I was taken by surprise. Tell me, what has suddenly made you desire to satisfy me?"
"Master, I am your slave for a week. Doesn't that command me to satisfy my own Master?"
"Yes but you my dear are still a novice and you need to be guided. If you follow what I say you will satisfy me," he said as he leaned closer and bit the slave's lower lip. Harry could smell the liquor on his Master's mouth.
Minutes later the sound of a glass touching the floor and the liquid splashing the hardwood was heard. Harry turned his gaze to his Master and smiled weakly. Closed eyelids and parted cold pink lips caught Harry's gaze and he licked his own lips.
He removed the Fire Whiskey bottle from his Master's grip and laid it on the nearest drawer. He looked at his Master's sleepy face and felt the urge to touch and trace each line of his master's chest with his fingers.
He brushed his lips against his Master's and felt how he shivered at his touch. He didn't know why he decided to act this way; so nice and obedient to Malfoy and accept the fact he was a slave when he at first spat, hit and yelled for his pride and justice.
He lowered his Master deep inside the gray covers and watched as his chest rose and fell between each breath he took. Harry, without thinking lowered his head and rested it on his master's shoulder.
"I'm just going to sleep on my gray eyed Master's shoulder."
'If someone would have told me I would become the slave of a young and fine man like you, I wouldn't have known what to say.'
TBC...