Title: Watashi Dai-ichi no shu; dorei ai

Author: Shinigami Liliz Black

Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are created and owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Status: BETAED

Notes: I think I'll drop the medieval talk in this chapter. I won't forget to write some in other scenes! The medieval talk is taking me too much time to finish each chapter.

Chapter Three: Paying can mean anger or death

Bright. A bright beam of rays from the morning sun hit him in the face. He twitched his lips and turned over in his bed, covering his entire body with his satin gray blanket. He scowled and yelled:

"Who opened the good damn curtains?" It didn't sound like a question at all. "Shut the fucking curtains!"

Somebody shook the curtains and shut them completely. "I'm terribly sorry Master-"

"I'm not that type of morning person slave!" he snarled. He sat up on the bed and was about to say something else when a terrible headache hit him hard. Nausea washed around his body and he went to cover his mouth. Harry saw how his Master stood up, fled to the bathroom and began to throw up.

Harry entered the bathroom and handed his Master a towel to clean himself. He looked at him with sick gray eyes, taking the towel without saying a word and exited the bathroom.

"That happens when Master drinks too much." Malfoy glared at him as he sat down once again on his bed. Harry followed and tried to lower his Master on the bed.

"What?" he asked slapping Harry's hand away.

"You must rest, you're not feeling well-"

"I'm fine slave," he growled.

"I must secure my Master's health."

"Since when do thee care for my health?" Master Malfoy asked sneering.

"You rented me, so I must take responsibilities of taking care of you-"

"You're taking this too seriously."

"I'm trying to do my best."

"You are a weird one, slave. First you hit me and kick me to let you go, then you want to satisfy me and now you worry about my health."

"I was thinking it all over and-"

"Ah so you think!" Harry glared at his Master. He handed him down a bottle with a red liquid inside.

"To treat your headache," he said shortly and stood up. Young Malfoy drank the bottle in one gulp and grabbed Harry by his forearm. Harry yelped as Malfoy shoved him into the bed and pinned him down.

"Don't dismiss me like that Slave; never," he whispered in a strong lusty tone a few inches away from Harry's face.

"I'm your Master, and only I can tell you what you can do," he murmured tracing his finger down Harry's bare chest. Harry shuddered at the cold sensation his Master's fingers had on his skin.

Young Malfoy smirked. It always had the same effect on every slave he had ever slept with. His charming looks were irresistible. His father once was even forced to remove him from his law school, because he made even the teachers drool all over him.

Softly, he kissed the bare chest of his slave, tracing kisses down his abdomen.
He noticed how Harry gripped the covers in pure pleasure. Virgins can be excited faster than a professional slave and that's what Draco really loves.

He slipped his hand inside Harry's ragged trousers and teased the man's erection.
Harry had never, felt something so delicious especially from the hands of a man.
Malfoy looked up at Harry's face and felt himself going hard in seconds.

Flushed, pink cheeks, creamy lips parted forming a moan; glasses resting on the tip of his nose as his eyes shut completely. Bucking his hips with every stroke, making his black messy hair shake.

Young Malfoy gritted his teeth when Harry moaned 'Faster Faster!' He tried his best not to buck his hips, as he excited his slave to the point...

"Fuck," Malfoy murmured as he came, along with his slave. He couldn't understand; it was the first time he came without touching himself. Slaves never managed to achieve such a thing…

He rested his head on Harry's bare chest until he caught his breath and stood up. He actually fled into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He dropped down to the bathroom floor, back resting on the wooden locked door. He covered his mouth, realizing he kissed Harry's chest. He had never had done such thing to a slave; everything was just sex. It was always ripping their clothes, turning them and slamming hard into them. Why things are different with Harry?

He definitely needs fresh air to clear his mind, and the problem building in his mind. He exited the bathroom and opened his wardrobe. Harry was about to ask him if he was alright when Malfoy thrust something in Harry's arms.

"Put them on, we're going outside."

"But, I'm a slave an-"

"Put them on," he said glaring at the slave. Harry quickly shut his mouth and looked at them. It was fine black trousers with a pure white long sleeve polo shirt. He turned around to say something to his Master and the scene tightened his throat.

His Master stood naked; his back was turned to him but positioned just enough for Harry to have a glimpse of his manhood. He traced the fine muscle lines of his back with his gaze. Malfoy looked at him and raised his eyebrow.

"What? Never seen a naked man?" Harry turned red and looked at his clothes. Master Malfoy sat on the armchair near the window and looked at him.

By the way Malfoy was looking at him told him that there was no way he could change in another place but right there in front of him. Nervously he put his polo shirt on and removed the old ragged trousers. Of course, in medieval times, underwear wasn't used, in fact, didn't existed at all. Harry blushed as he felt Malfoy's gaze on his manhood as he put his trousers on.

On the other side of the bedroom Malfoy was trying his best not to gasp at Harry's fine body and erection. He still refused to believe Harry belongs to the lowest class; Harry didn't look like someone who was born in lower class.

After Harry finished dressing and Malfoy stopped drooling at him, he opened a small box and put several chains on his wrist, neck and ears. He fingered a leather tight necklace and grinned.

"Come here, dear Harry," he whispered. Harry approached him like a faithful lapdog and he placed the necklace on his neck. He pointed his wand at it and a silver M appeared in the middle.

"Now you're marked."

Draco walked around the street on late afternoon looking the same as always, confident and full of vibrating power. Stares and gasps reached his ears but he paid them no attention. He knew why, Harry was following behind him like a faithful lapdog and Harry had the slave mark burned on his neck.

Draco snorted. Harry had all the opportunity to flee away from him but instead he chose to stick with him. He heard for the first time, as he walked down the street, whispers amongst the people. He don't blame them, it was the first time he had ever walked down the street with a slave, tailing behind him, with a gorgeous green-eyed slave, tailing with him.

He opened the door of a fine gourmet restaurant. Green orbs looked at him and messy curls shake with his head. Young Malfoy rolled his eyes and shoved Harry inside. As usual, every sound and whispers died as Draco made his way to the waiter dragging Harry along the way.

Draco cleared his throat. "Same table, please."

The man bowed and gesture them to follow him. "Master please, I'm just-"

"Hush! A word out of your lips and life will say goodbye to your body," he growled with his pink lips barely moving.

The bartender bowed at them as Draco shoved Harry into the chair and sat gracefully into his own. Draco took the menu from the waiter and looked through it. Harry fingered the table's cloth and realized it was made of fine white silk. The satin napkins were folded in a petite and elegant way. The chairs and table where make of dark polished wood and each chair was quilted with a petite vine pillow.

The Waiter came over and asked Young Malfoy if he wanted any liquor. At this Harry hastily cut Malfoy's words.

"No, thank you," he said and Malfoy glared at him. The waiter looked at Malfoy for confirmation but Malfoy nodded his head and waved the waiter away for some minutes. Something hard hit the table, making the shiny gold plates tremble.
Harry didn't dare to look up as Master Malfoy growled at him.

"What was that about?" he snarled.

"If I remind you Master Malfoy, you had a crisis after drinking too much."

"I'll let this one pass Harry, another word and I won't go easy love," the last words came with hints of malice and sneering.

Lowering the long cigarette from her lips she asked "What?" The man meddled with his thumb and looked at the piercing black eyes. Exposed pale thighs and tight breasts, the woman growled at the man impatiently.

Fear ran amongst the slaves for the woman ahead of him. She was feared, that was true. She was magical, a witch in early years before turning into a slave. There wasn't a living soul that could defy her, everything that landed on her hand were hers and only hers.

She rolled her eyes, and tossed the cigarette away. "I'm waiting!"

"Shaman had spot Young Malfoy with a slave walking down the street."

She grabbed him by the neck and snarled. "You're not joking, are you?"

"No, my Lady," the man said trying not to stutter, "They entered the gourmet restaurant down the street."

"Draco would never take a slave to a gourmet restaurant."

"But Shaman saw how Malfoy shoved him inside!"

"It should have been me!" she screeched. "Not another slave but me!"

"That slave is going to pay, fetch me Rohan. We're going to have fun tonight."

They were halfway finished with their gourmet meal when a waiter came and tapped Malfoy's shoulder.

"What?" Draco drawled.

"You're father is requesting your presence at the Dark Lord's house." Draco rolled his eyes and slammed the napkin on the table.

"Tell him to wait while I get myself ready."

"I heard you Draconis! You'll come right now and I don't care how you're dressed."

Draco growled at his father voice that came from the fireplace of the kitchen.

"You should go Master, do not trouble yourself. I will walk back to your flat; I swear it with my blood and mark."

Draco looked at the green orbs. Since nobody was around, he pressed Harry close and sucked on his lower lip.

"Stop shagging that Slave!" his father yelled. Draco drew his middle finger at the kitchen and with a loud crack he disappeared.

Harry exited the restaurant and walked down the street, hands in his pockets. He thought about what had happened in the last three days, he had spent with Young Draco Malfoy.

There was something about Young Malfoy that sent exciting shivers down his spine but he still cannot understand. Malfoy seems to like Harry for pleasure and sex while Harry can feel a faint crush growing into his heart for him.

Young Malfoy was handsome, no doubt about it. Every woman all over this kingdom dream of marrying a handsome and fine man like Malfoy but he doubted Malfoy would make a Prince Charming. He may have the charming looks but he was a heartless bastard.

Gray light bathed Harry's skin; the moon was falling upon the Hebi kingdom accompanying the dark and starry night. The street became abandoned and silence surrounded his ears.

Hurrying his footsteps, avoiding any dark alley he turned around the corner and found the destination the green orbs were looking for. He removed the key from his pocket and placed the gold key into the knob.

The door creak opened but sudden fear overtook him. Gazes and stares examined his back and neck. Shivers run down his spine and he felt a cold metal pressed into his back. He instantly froze into the spot as a heavy breath warmed his tan skin.

"I must admit young Malfoy has taste."

"Shut up!" someone growled, "Just do your job!"

"Gladly," he man whispered. Harry felt himself being shoved and pinned down into the floor. The intruder ripped his trousers off and began his work…

Draco growled. He took off his cloak, chains and bracelets with a flick of his wand.
He looked around his living room and felt something was wrong.

"Harry?"

No answer came from the slave. Draco thought that Harry ran in fear of what he might have been capable of doing after defying him.

A sobbing sound came from the corner of the living room. Slowly, Draco walked towards the end of the couch and found Harry curled into a ball sobbing.

Draco couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't breath as Harry's shirt was ragged and he saw blood soaking Harry's opened trousers coming from his manhood and ass.

"Who raped you Harry?"

TBC…

Notes: Yes I know. There isn't much of medieval talk here. The title 'Paying can mean anger or death' for this chapter is answering what Draco will be doing with the one who raped Harry. Next chapter, Draco finds how far he'll go for Harry and he realizes he's feeling something that he hasn't felt in years.