Chapter 6

The Dark Soul

By Godlovesme

"And how was your night your majesty? Sounded like fun." Tarn grinned as he approached Harry who was eating breakfast in the kitchen.

Harry turned around to grin at Tarn who was behind him. Tarn gasped at the state of his body, he was covered in bruises, scratches, and teeth marks, but overall he looked thoroughly satisfied. Tarn knew from experience that Harry liked it very rough in bed. He had come out of Harry's bed with a cracked rib, and a gash of skin missing from his bottom. If this was the state that Harry was in, he wondered what had happened to his new lover, the blonde man.

"There's nothing like a bout of good rough sex," Harry smiled, "of course him cursing at me the whole time and screaming in outrage made it all the more pleasant."

"Do you want me to get a Medicine woman to take care of those wounds?" Tarn pointed at Harry's bloody chest.

"Nah, I can heal them instantly, I just want to keep the after-feelings around for just a bit longer. I wish to relish in the pain, and the memory of last night."

"Suit yourself." Tarn said. Honestly he was a little bit jealous, Harry was a great lover, and it looked like he had such a good time that he might never have him again. Oh well, it was about time that he got married and had some children anyways. Even so, he didn't think that any woman could ever compare to Harry. Sometimes there's nothing better than a man plunging into you, but other times you wish to do the plunging, but you could never do that to Harry. He was an absolute dominant and the king after all. You don't just go and dominate over your supreme leader, it isn't done. Plus if Harry wanted that, he would've just ordered you to do it to him, but obviously he enjoyed his time on top much more.

"Listen, will you go bring Draco some food, and this potion? I'd like to have him ready again by tonight, and I'm afraid that I might have worn him out." Harry laughed deeply, a laugh that had a little to do with humor, but more to do with the anticipation of some very sadistic sex games.

"Of course I can your majesty," Tarn bowed and took the potion that Harry had indicated, as well as a bowl of soup that had already been laid out for Draco. He then backed away from Harry, careful not to show him his back, and left the room. Tarn sighed as he walked down the hall towards Harry's favorite sex room. Here he was bringing food to his biggest competitor for a spot in Harry's bed. He should just leave him to starve, but that would make Harry very angry, and most likely his head would just end up on a spike outside of the forest. He had other competitors for Harry's bed, but they were minor. All of the Wild four had shared a bed with Harry, but not as often as Tarn. Rog was never a fan of having rough sex, so when Harry asked him to his bed and Rog refused Harry went into a rage. He ordered Rog into his bed, and it's not like you can refuse the king, so Rog went fearfully to wait in the sex room. Later the next day Rog left the room without a single bruise or mark except for a faint love bite on the left side of his chest. He had a dreamy look on his face, and a smile that was barely there but full of emotion. Apparently, after they had forced Rog to tell them the whole story of the night, Harry had brought Rog to his bed, and made sweet peaceful love to him all night, and Rog fell in love with his King. Even so, Harry would always be a fan of rough sex, so even though he showed special care for Rog, he ordered Tarn to his bed more often. But now, now it was all over, because Harry's lover had come. The lover from the prophecy.

Tarn entered the room to find Draco sobbing into the pillow on the large four poster bed. Upon hearing Tarn enter the room Draco sat up abruptly a defiant look on his face, probably thinking that he was Harry. When he saw that it wasn't Harry he relaxed a bit and lay back down on the pillows. He actually wasn't hurt that badly, a few scratches, several bruises, and a few teeth marks, but that was all. Harry was hurt more that Draco was. Which meant that Harry had held back. Strange.

"I have brought you some breakfast," Tarn said as he lay the soup and potion down on the table. Draco just snarled.

"Suit yourself." Tarn shrugged, and then left the room. If he didn't want to eat, than that was fine, he wasn't going to stand around and feed Draco like a baby. Well, that was that.

"Oh great," Draco sighed aloud.

He was starving, absolutely starving. He didn't mean to make that other guy leave, but on the other hand he didn't really want to converse with a servant to the man who had brutally raped him just hours ago. Still he should've said something, especially since he couldn't move to eat because his chains weren't long enough to allow him to reach for the bowl on the table beside the bed.

He shouldn't have come here. He should've known that Dumbledore would lead him into trouble, he always did. Like that time when he sent him to Austria to check out some ruins that were thought to be haunted. Of course they actually were haunted, but not by ghosts, by fire breathing vampires. Draco had barely escaped with his life. This was worse though. He wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this situation. He had never been more humiliated in his life. Well except for that time he got drunk and woke up next to the little Weasley girl. The little Weasley girl had then proceeded to follow him everywhere, thinking that they should be boyfriend and girlfriend since they had sex, and then Draco had to explain to her that it was all a mistake and he actually only liked boys. Little Weasley was absolutely devastated, but surprisingly they remained good friends, much to the disappointment of her elder brothers.

What was he rambling about? This was not the time to be thinking of little red haired girls.

"My thoughts exactly." An amused voice said from the direction of the door.

Draco sat up abruptly again, afraid of who he might see. Of course it was exactly who he feared it would be. Harry. What the fuck was he doing reading his mind. His mind was his private domain. MY PRIVATE DOMAIN, POTTER YOU FUCK! Draco pushed his thoughts towards Harry. He didn't know if it worked or not, but he hoped so.

"You're right Draco, it was rude of me to intrude into your thoughts, but you were blushing and I wondered what you were thinking about." Harry apologized.

"Oh, and here I didn't think savage rapist wolf kings apologized." Draco drawled. Although he sounded confident, he was actually terrified. Who knew how Harry would act to sarcasm. Plus, why was he apologizing? Was he trying to get Draco to let his guard down?

"Well occasionally they do," Harry said indifferently.

"What are you here for? Wanna use me as your sex toy again?" Draco snarled.

"No, why do you want me to?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows, looking very much like the old innocent Harry from Hogwarts.

"Uhhh… no, actually I'd like to eat." Draco said, a little set back.

"Oh yeah right, sorry." Harry apologized looking a little sheepish, he got out a key and came over to unlock Draco's cuffs. He was embarrassed and not paying attention to Draco, which gave Draco the advantage of surprise as he took the bowl of soup and hurled it at Harry's head.

It clunked off Harry's head and he fell off the bed. Draco immediately ran to the door, only to find it locked from the inside. Fuck, he had just hit his sadistic captor with a bowl, and wasted his soup. He turned around to see if Harry was knocked out on the ground still, only to find him sitting on the bed laughing his ass off.

"What are you laughing about?" Draco said sourly, he clearly didn't see what was so funny.

"You… soup… head…" Harry said through gasps of laughter.

Obviously Harry was quite insane, or he hadn't had much time for laughter over the last few years. Harry looked up at Draco with a grin on his face that had everything to do with being happy. This surprised Draco and he stumbled backwards and into the wall.

"So, do you want to play chess?" Harry asked as he calmed down.

"What!" Draco didn't know what he was hearing. First he was brutally raped by Harry, and then he was being asked to play chess with that same guy. He really didn't understand what was going on.

"It's just that I haven't played in so long, and no one here really understand the intricacies of it. It would be nice to play with someone who could beat me for once." Harry said, walking over to a chest and pulling out the chess board.

"Uhh sure…" Draco said as he walked over and sat down next to Harry on the bed. Draco was of course still naked, which he found a little uncomfortable, but after they started playing for a while, he forgot about it, getting lost in the game of chess.

They played for a long time, Draco had beat Harry in one game, but Harry had totally annihilated Draco four times. It was ironic that just last night Harry had annihilated Draco four times in a very different way.

As if Harry had read his thoughts, he looked up and gave him a feral smile that showed that he knew exactly what the symbolism of his four wins meant. It was that feral smile that reminded Draco that he should be terrified of Harry, and it was if Harry could smell his fear, and his smile deepened.

"You know you're mine, don't you?" Harry said, staring into Draco's eyes.

"No, I don't belong to anyone but myself." Draco glared into his eyes.

"Don't say those things Draco, you might bring him back!" Harry's eyes widened with a little panic.

"Bring who back?" Draco asked, taken aback by the absolute fear that was in Harry's eyes.

"The Dark Soul."

He couldn't even really believe he killed Dak, but it was the presence that made him kill him. It was the feeling that if he didn't kill him, his whole life would be ruined. He would lose yet another family, and probably his life. Perhaps it was the dark soul of survival, doing everything you can not to lose part of you. It was that dark part of him that killed Dak. He was afraid that perhaps that Dark Soul would one day enshroud him completely and he would not be able to stop it.

No that wouldn't happen, he wouldn't let it happen

"The what soul? Harry stop being dramatic." Draco pushed the chess board away from him.

"Draco I don't understand what's happening. It's like I arrived in the forest, and I was overcome with the magic that the forest provided. Not to mention that I had nothing on my mind but survival, and acceptance. From that moment on I had become something… almost evil. I hurt people Draco! I hurt people, and I hurt you! And I do it so often that now, now it makes me shiver with desire. I want to have you squirm against me and fight like you did the other night, and it scares me. It didn't scare me before, but it's like after breakfast this morning I started to come out a haze of hatred, and anger, and now I'm starting to see clearly. I'm starting to see that I'm becoming like them! I'm becoming a savage!" Harry said, clearly getting worked up on the panic.

"Listen Harry, it can't be all bad. Aren't you supreme leader or something?" Draco asked.

"Yes.. yes I am. But Draco, these people are wolves! They will kill me if I show any kind of weakness. Not to mention that it was prophesized that I would come and help them overthrow Hogwarts, and reclaim the wizarding world for the purebloods."

"Well we can leave! We'll go to Dumbledore and he'll protect us!" Draco said, finally seeing his way out.

"NO! These people depend on me, not to mention that they will hunt me down and kill me. All they're waiting for is for me to say the word to go, and we'll go and set fire to the wizarding world, and claim the world for our own. It's what they think they're destined to do! I can't leave, if I leave they'll just go ahead and do it, I'm the only one holding them back!"

"Listen Harry, we have to leave. We have to go and prepare the wizarding world, or else they will be completely annihilated. If we go, we can at least save some people."

"No, no I can't…I have to go, we're having a council meeting now, and if I don't show up… fuck.. FUCK! Listen Draco, I don't know if I'm going to be the same when I come back. Just being out there makes me do different things, and think differently. When I'm with them I become the wolf, and I don't know if I'm going to come back me, or come back a savage. So please… please…. If I hurt you, you must know that it isn't me. I'm not, I'm not a Savage! And I won't let the Dark Soul take over. I wont!"

And once again Draco was left alone in the room, hungry and afraid that when Harry came back, he wouldn't be Harry, and once again he would be raped sadistically again and again, and he would slowly go mad.

A/N: Well that only took me forever. I hope you like it so far. I wasn't really aiming towards this whole Dark Soul Harry isn't Really a Savage type thing, it just came out. We'll just have to see what happens. Sorry it's so short. I still have to write a chapter for Cruel and Calculating tonight.