Disclaimer, Pairing and Warning: in chapter 01

Every you, Every Me
C & P by IncubusSuccubus

My Body's Broken, Yours is Bent

"I haven't punished you for losing my house elf haven I, my pet?"

Harry swallowed thickly. His Angel, his Master, was angry with him. He knew why and he deserved it. It was his fault, disobeying his master, helping his friends, pleasing the Headmaster. His Angel didn't like that.

He watched his boy, his pet squirming on the richly decorated mahogany table, trembling and shivering. He had waited for two torturous weeks; his hands were itching to wrap around the delicate neck and just to squeeze the boy slowly for his stunt. He could understand the brat's passion and reasoning, but no one should dare to make fun of a Malfoy. So earlier that evening, once the door and the windows were closed and locked, he stripped the boy until he was only wearing his boxer and socks.

His Master's soft silky hands slid across his ticklish stomach and his hairless chest. He shivered then moaned when the man circled around his nipple but didn't really touch it. His body reacted already, his nipples hardened and stood erect with only a ghost of touch. Sometimes he hated his traitorous body. He shouldn't like this punishment. He shouldn't want his Master. Yet here he was, half naked and hard. /You want him, don't you? You're such a foolish slut/ the voice in his head mocked him and sounded like his Potions Master. He flinched and shuddered.

"Naughty boy," purred the man. Harry was so smooth and vulnerable and totally at his mercy. No matter how lively the spark burned in his pet's green eyes, the boy would always be his.

Harry was watching him. His eyes filled with fear and anticipation. He met a pair of silver eyes watching his flushed face, filled with vengeance, and desire. He felt a sense of dread.

"Turned over," he said roughly. He reveled his control and dominance over the boy, and he shivered when Harry complied like a good pet. He traced his fingertips all over the boy's back and nodded appreciably at the well-toned body albeit it was still too thin. He trailed his hand down and rested it on the boy's bottom. He caressed it through the boy's thin cotton boxers. "Such a delectable brat, aren't you?" He cupped the boy's bottom and squeezed a bit roughly. "These are begging for a punishment, don't you think so?" He chuckled darkly when he heard the boy whimper submissively. "Hold still, pet." He slowly pulled down the boy's boxers, exposing the delectable round globes to his viewing pleasure.

Harry panted as he grabbed the table's edges and held still. His breath hitched when the cool air brushed his bottom.

He admired the delicious round and silky white globes as he touched and fondled them. He stepped away and grabbed his snake cane. He still needed to put his pet in his place so he would never defy him ever again. He raised his cane and smacked it on his pet's bottoms.

Harry cried out.

"Count, boy," he barked and took another swing.

Thwack!

"Tw---two…" gasped Harry. The blow was painful, and made it hard to breath, as tears started to spring from his eyes.

Thwack!

"Th--three..." His fingernails scathed the table's surface as he clutched the edges so hard his knuckles turned white.

Thwack! "Ff-four..." He watched angry red welts start to mar his pet's beautiful flesh.

Thwack! "Fah-five..." He relished the boy's cries of pain and lust, high and trilling, music to his ears. He didn't pause.

Thwack! "Six..." Harry moaned in pain. His body jerked upright, his legs almost buckled.

Thwack! "Sehh…ven…" He pushed his pet down hard and he could hear the boy's skin smacked on the table.

Thwack! "Ei…ght…" He sobbed and flinched in pain as his Master clutched his shoulder blade painfully.

Thwack! "Ni..nnggh…Nine…" He knew how strong he could punish his pet. The boy could handle the pain. And when there was pain, there was a border to pleasurable pain.

Twack! "Ten." His body was slicked with sweat and his bottom hurt like hell. He panted heavily from both punishment and arousal. His prick was swollen and its head was glistening with pre-come.

He dropped his cane and stepped closer. He trailed his long fingers over the boy's bottom cheeks. They were so red, like cherries ready to be plucked, tender and sensitive to the touch. He took pleasure and rubbed them soothingly. His pet hissed in pain but the sound soon turned needy.

"Did you learn your lesson, pet?"

"Yes Master."

"Why do you hate Muggle-borns and half-bloods?"

"Because they are inferior."

"I'm a half-blood. Don't you hate me? You make it sound as if I'm less than a wizard."

"I don't hate you," he paused. "I don't hate them either."

TBC

Thanks to my betas and early readers: Draco Malfoy, Autumn Sun, Leila, Sansa