(Here's your godamned LONGER chapter! The language does not belong to me, anything that looks unfamiliar is probably not mine, except for the plot, that is! ^.^)

CHAPTER THREE

(third person)

Both men stared at each other for what seemed like hours.

"By Morgan's Grave..." the Submissive's weak whisper came out.

Passion, like wildfire, spread through Draco's system. Eyes lighting up, he began to approach the Sub.

Draco! Draco winced as his inner voice came into play Don't you dare touch that boy! He is an innocent virgin, not to mention the PRINCE OF THIS REALM!!

He stamped down on the intrusive voice and proceeded to advance on the beauty before him.

"Hello, precious." Draco whispered playfully to the Sub, "I'm Draco, what's your name, aew?"

"Please don't do this to me. I promise you'll have anything you want, just...don't hurt me, don't...touch me."

Feigning a look of hurt, Draco asked, "Am I really that repulsive?"

"No!" the Submissive blushed, "I-it's just...I'm sorry." The beauty looked down, ashamed.

Through his lust, Draco was taken by guilt. Trying to push that aside and resume all playfulness, he said "Mítha-nín?"

The Submissive looked up, pleading in his eyes. "Daro!"

"No, pen-neth, I want you." His words came out as a purr, and Draco knew that the Submissive had a hard time resisting. Well, why not? It had worked with everyone else.

But it seemed that the Submissive was resisting, and quite well, at that.

Finally, being shaken from his stupor by some unseen force, the Submissive started backing up, taking part in the chase.

Draco growled a warning to the Submissive to stop while he was ahead.

Which, of course, went unheeded.

Draco pushed the Submissive against the wall and said the first line that came to mind. "Y'know, before we start this, you might want to tell me your name."

Smoothly said. Too smooth.

The realisation that Draco had been with other people charged through the Submissive's eyes.

"Saew!" He spat. "Fuia-nín."

The slap that was placed upon the Submissive's cheek, sent him reeling to the floor.

Draco stayed where he was, expecting the Submissive to stand back up and return with his fiery spirit. He, however, did not expect to look down and see the Submissive sitting with his knees to his chest, clutching his cheek and breathing very hard.

Draco knelt down and placed his hand gently on the Submissive's shoulder, who flinched away on contact. Not allowing his anger to rise, Draco said, "I apologise. Please, tell me what your name is."

The Submissive looked up, the motion causing his tear-brimmed eyes to overflow, and the crystal like liquid falling silently down his face.

"I-I am sorry I angered you." He said in a broken whisper. "I will not do it again, I promise. Just...please don't hurt me."

Draco started at this, realising for the first time that the Submissive had never been touched. Until he arrived, this Submissive was a virgin to angered touches as well as sexual.

Feeling great remorse, Draco pulled the shaking Submissive into a hug.

Said Submissive stiffened in his arms, only to relax with a shudder a few moments later. Silent tears of despair made their way down the Submissive's face onto Draco's shoulder as he whispered, "My name is Harry."

After a few minutes of calming silence, Harry's tears thinned and soon dissipated. He sniffled a bit and rubbed his eyes like a young child. He looked up at Draco and smiled shyly.

"Thank you." Came the soft statement.

"Let me see your face." Draco commanded softly yet firmly. Seeing Harry's look of surprise and cautiousness, he said, "I promise I just want to see the damage and help, if I can."

Nodding, he took his hand away from his face. Draco gasped upon seeing the damage, cursing his own strength and stupidity.

"I-it's not that bad...Draco."

Draco smiled for a moment at the sound of his name coming from Harry. The lust began again, the insides of his wrists beginning to tingle. Every elf has their weak spots; his was at his wrists.

Can't wait till you find his, can you Draco? But first, you must get to know him, become his friend. You must get him to love you before you can do anything of *that* sort with, or to, him.

Gaining your mate's trust is relatively easy. While speaking to them so that they grow comfortable around you, you must run your two fingers (index and middle) of your right hand, up the underside of your mate's left thigh.

Now, obviously, this position would not be the one that one is normally in when speaking with someone they don't know. But this is a sign of mate- recognition. The Submissive's subconscious will see the Dominant as their mate and naturally place them in a position that allows contact of this sort.

If you kiss your mate on the ear while doing this, love will ensue in the relationship faster.

The tip of the ear is a very...sensitive place for an elf.

An hour and thirteen minutes later, after Harry had clamed down, the two were engaged in a fiery discussion. Inch by inch, Draco leaned forward until he was as close to Harry as he could be without Harry becoming scared.

Draco placed his two fingers together and leaned forward a bit more. Harry, thankfully, was still completely ignorant. He didn't even move when Draco's fingers came in gentle contact with his leggings.

He did, however, feel the soft kiss placed on his ear. This new sensation caused his senses to heighten to a new degree. He felt the fingers gracing his thigh, and shuddered into Draco's open arm.

With a final lick, and a soft moan from Harry, Draco backed off.

"Elbereth..." was Harry's quiet response.

Looking up through his coal-coloured eyelashes, he saw Draco grin.

"Im mela lle, pen-lend." Draco told him sweetly.

"I'm sorry, I-I cannot..."

"Not yet, but soon. Coelio nin, meleth."

------------------------------------------------- Aew- (small) bird /

Mítha-nín?- kiss me? /

Mib- little kiss /

Daro!- Stop! /

Pen-neth- little one /

Saew- Poison /

Fuia-nín- (you) disgust me /

Elbereth- One of the Valar (read the books you lazy bums!)

Im mela lle, pen-lend- I love you, sweet one /

Coelio nin, meleth- believe me, love /

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(Author's Note: Every Dominant elf has an 'Inner Voice' this is just a form of what has been so eloquently dubbed 'civilised instinct'. When the elf meets their mate for the first time, their inner voices lead them in what to do. Elves will never meet their inner voices until this time. They automatically know what it is and MUST follow whatever it tells them to do, unless they *enjoy* being bound to someone who hates them [yet they themselves love] for all eternity.)

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