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Chapter 13

All Is Fair In Love And War

Draco slouched lazily in the comfortable wing chair in front of the flickering fire, a slight frown marring his otherwise relaxed features, as he concentrated fully on the ancient tome in his hands. His father would have scolded him, had he seen him sitting sideways, with his right leg hooked over the arm of an antique chair, while his head rested against the left wing, his light-blond hair shining like silver against the black velvet.

"What are you doing, pet?" Draco smiled at the feeling of a bronze-coloured hand moving over his shoulder until it came to rest against his throat, the thumb tenderly caressing the sensitive skin at his pulse point.

"Studying," Draco answered quietly, instinctively leaning into his Lord´s touch.

"And what is it you are studying?" he heard the dark figure standing behind him ask.

"Nature Magick - the mastery of the elements," he recited the title of the book.

Draco closed the musty smelling tome with his fingers kept between the pages as a substitute book mark to allow the Dark Lord to have a look at the gilt letters adorning the green leather-cover, or to show his undivided attention, whichever his Lord would prefer. He soon realised that the youthful overlord had decided on the latter when the hand slowly moved down to take the heavy book out of his hands and place it on the small side table.

"You are working hard, Draco. Sometimes I´m thinking you are spending your whole time here in the secret library or outside to oversee the training of my men."

"I want to prove worthy of the trust you have put in me, my Lord." Draco said, getting slightly nervous as he was not sure if he just had been scolded or praised.

"You are doing an admirable job, Draco, but you forgot one thing," the Dark Lord sneered, stepping in front of him.

"And what would that be, my Lord?" Draco inquired with a slight tremble in his voice, flinching when a hand twisted into his hair to pull his head back violently.

"You forgot that above all you have to serve your master!" he hissed at Draco, as the sneer turned into a leer.

Draco groaned with discomfort when the hold on his hair tightened, just barely able to resist the urge to force the cruel hand to let go. The middle finger of his Lord´s free hand followed the line of Draco´s lips before the hand retreated to part black robes, freeing straining flesh.

"Pleasure me, pet!" the Dark Lord whispered, guiding Dracos head towards his throbbing member.

Draco smiled with relief and delight before he licked the small drop of precum from the tip of the rosy cock. The erect column had the same colour as those luscious lips, courtesy of Harry Potter. Draco had come to love this youthful body. His Lord was shorter now, standing at the same height with Draco, but he still commanded the same respect as in his former, more awe-inspiring body, just by the way he moved and talked, his sinister eyes shining with the colour of the blood he would shed if disobeyed.

He carefully engulfed the rigid flesh, licking along the underside of his Lord´s twitching shaft as his lips slowly moved over the soft skin, relishing the small signs of pleasure the other one couldn´t keep in. Draco devoured the passionate gasp escaping his Lord´s slightly opened lips, the tensing of muscles under his roaming hands, the way the hand in his hair eased its cruel grip to glide softly through his silken strands, almost lovingly.

Pleasuring the Dark Lord with his mouth was something else Draco had come to love - the absolute power he seemed to have over the harsh and cruel wizard in this sensual act, being able to reduce him to whimpering and begging, craving for nothing more in this world than Draco´s mouth, Draco´s mercy, Draco´s attention. He readily lavished his full attention on his Lord´s cock, licking and sucking the oozing column, rotating his head to elicit another one of those beautiful moans, lapping the sensitive scrotum to soon suck each ball with utmost care into his mouth, grinning at the whispered pleas betraying his Lord´s need to come.

When he was sure that the adolescent-looking ruler of the Dark side was far gone in his pleasure, Draco moved a finger along the saliva-slick shaft, wetting it thoroughly with his lapping tongue before he moved his hand between his Lord´s legs and searched for the secret entrance. The grip on his hair tensed when he slowly pushed his finger through the tight ring of muscles, but he waited in vain for the irate command to stop the very private intrusion. Without problems he found the small nub with which he hoped to increase his Lord´s pleasure and drive him out of his mind. The usually so controlled wizard screamed Draco´s name, as Draco carefully manipulated him from the inside as well as from the outside.

Soon the narrow hips thrust forward in response to Draco´s ministrations, trying to bury the pulsing manhood deeper into his hot and wet mouth to present him with the result of a job well done. Draco immediately pressed hard onto the base of the now almost dark red shaft, denying his Lord´s impending orgasm as he trapped his seed in his madly twitching shaft. His tongue worked the head of the cock in his mouth as he moved the thumb of the hand between his Lord´s legs over the back-side of the pulled up scrotum while the index finger was still rubbing over the small bundle of nerves hidden deep inside. He enjoyed the tortured look on Potter´s face, his whimpers reminding him of another time when he had fisted the dark-haired boy, until his Lord´s frantic pleas and almost pained sounds reminded him of his limits when he was with his master.

Draco eased the pressure and was immediately rewarded with a torrent of bittersweet semen flooding his taste buds, accompanied by an orgasmic, breathless cry. He savoured the absolute look of ecstasy on the young face above him, lips and cheeks deeply flushed with sexual arousal, and the words he craved to hear most, a whispered 'I love you', hardly audible between heaving breaths.

"Do you want to come also, pet? Are you hard for me?" the Dark Lord asked with a vicious grin on his face, still panting slightly as he closed his fly. Draco wondered how a voice could sound so cold and still so hot at the same time.

"Yes, please, my Lord, I´m aching for you, please, make me come," Draco whispered seductively, looking up at the dark figure with blazing eyes.

"Shoes and trousers off!" he was ordered tersely. The sharp command made his member twitch in anticipation, and he hurriedly bared his lower body.

"Turn around!" Draco started when his arms were pulled behind his back forcefully to be bound tightly at the wrists. "Now lie on the ground, flat on your back!"

His master watched impatiently as he followed the order, twisting his luscious lips into a lecherous grin as soon as Draco stilled on the hard ground, body tense with slight discomfort as he lay on his tied arms. Draco´s heart started to race when a magical cockring was pushed onto his member, causing it to almost hurt as it contracted around him. Why did his Lord restrain his arousal after offering him pleasure? Draco hoped that he had not gone too far when he had taken the liberty to penetrate his Lord with his finger. He grimaced when his legs were pushed back until his knees almost hit the ground beside his head, expecting to be penetrated in a decidedly painful manner within a matter of seconds.

When the youthful overlord moved his knees under his back, pushing Draco´s hips further into the air until his butt stuck straight up and his whole body rested on his shoulders, his bent neck and the tips of his toes only, his eyes widened with surprise. The warm body pressing against him was holding him in position, and seemingly planned to do so for a longer time, as the other one sat down comfortably, sprawling his legs to the side.

"I know you are enjoying to make me beg, and I think you just deserve to be repaid in kind, pet," the Dark Lord sneered at him, before his left hand encircled Draco´s member, while the other one settled on his right arse cheek, pulling slightly to give him even better access to Draco´s cleft and his obscenely offered entrance.

Draco moaned when a pink tongue circled his entrance and finally started to push into his sanctum, while his Lord´s hand stroked him slowly. He almost started to grin like a fool, as being rimmed was something he enjoyed very much, instead he decided to watch his Lord through half closed lids and moan once again. The feeling of the Dark Lord´s tongue teasing his entrance, moving back along his cleft to his lower back and back to push into him while the hand around his cock gained speed was fast bringing him to the point of no return.

His insides contracted as much as the muscles all over his body, as pleasure burned through his middle--but there was no release. Instead his heart started to hammer even faster as pathetic whines forced their way through his tightly clenched teeth. His body was soon bathed in sweat as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss raged through his body, reducing his mind to a red haze of lust, focused on release only. Draco had not been aware of that he had stopped gritting his teeth, but was now loudly moaning while his head moved from side to side, while the Dark Lord was chuckling above him.

"Please...Gods...I need to...please...oh...please...ungh...I´m...please..."

Draco did not even care about if what he said made any sense, because there was no sense for reasoning left in his mind. Stars were exploding in front of his eyes, as his moans slowly merged into hoarse, chocked cries. His hands, captured between his back and the hot body pressing against him, were holding onto the black robe of his Lord, twisting it in his hands as the pleasure soon mingled with pain, his privates seemingly ready to explode from pent up blood and semen. Still the cruel hand working his cock and the sweet tongue thrusting into his almost rhythmically contracting anus gave him the most wonderful sensations.

He screamed when the magical cockring suddenly expanded after endless minutes of sweet torture. His mind seemingly centered on his privates he was eerily aware of the way his semen burned through his urethra, as he was erupting like a vulcano, his convulsing body held securely in position by his Lord. Hot sperm hit his chest and face, sticking to his lips and hair. The sensations rushing through his body were almost too much for him, dimming his senses for some moments as all he could hear was his racing heartbeat while a sparkling veil seemed to have fallen over his eyes.

The next thing he was aware of was that he could taste himself on his tongue. He could also breath more easily again, as he lay on his side while the restraints tieing his wrists together were removed. Once he felt them vanish he weakly turned onto his back, his still too fast heartbeat echoing in his ears. A hand moved tenderly over his forehead, pushing the sweat-saturated hair out of his face.

"Now I know what you enjoy so much in your little game, Draco," the Dark Lord smirked. "We shall play it more often from now on."

Draco knew that one minute ago he would have shook his head, horrified at the prospect, but right now a satisfied smile lit up his exhausted features. His studies and the ongoing war were once again forgotten as a skilful mouth met his smirking lips.

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The weeks flew buy, the daily routine only interrupted by raids used to train their young Death Eaters for battle, especially hitting targets like high ministry officials and relatives of order members in the dead of the night, covering the land with a cobweb of terror. Lord Voldemort was the spider and he and his second-in-command made sure that the wizarding world soon realized that the beast came closer and closer to its prey, ready to devour it alive.

For the New Year´s Eve, or rather night, they had planned one of their more important schemes--the destruction of the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Draco had personally ventured into the darker areas of London to find Muggles who were professionals dealing with explosives and luckily also ready to plant a bomb or two for the right amount of money. Their breaths formed small clouds in the cold air as he and his Lord, accompanied by ten Death Eaters Apparated to the far end of Grimmauld Place.

Draco screwed up his nose at the sorry sight the run down Muggle street offered. Behind many windows there was light shining through drawn curtains and music, laughing and loud talking could be heard. He could not understand how a noble family like the Blacks could have wanted to live in such a place, infested by Muggle vermin, whereas the manor his family had lived in was comparable to a castle and far away from the prying eyes of Muggles. Mulciber and Hutchins, one battle-tried and one newbie Death Eater made their unerring way towards them, their bodies appearing bit by bit out of thin air as they threw their invisibility cloaks off.

"They are there. I saw Lupin entering the house just an hour ago. The house is invisible, but it is in the place we assumed. They are using the Black residence." Mulciber said quietly.

"Lupin. So it is true--another traitor in our ranks, but that is not important any longer, as tonight he will die along with scum the likes of him!" the Dark Lord hissed.

Draco nodded with satisfaction, glad that they had invented a new system of command, dividing every plot into separate command cells, executed by Death Eaters who were notified in private and only shortly before they had to move out. There were no plans laid out during meetings any longer and nobody except of Draco and the Dark Lord himself knew what plans they had made. This way they had been able to prevent almost all unwanted encounters with Aurors or the Order and none of their raids had been thwarted. Draco did not waste one thought or a feeling of pity on the Werwolf or whoever might be in the Black residence. War was just that; you could not allow yourself to feel, especially not for the fighters of the enemy side.

The Death Eaters withdrew into the shadows when a black Mercedes stopped close to them. Draco signalled for his Lord to stay behind as well as he moved closer to the car, where a pockmarked, pale face, framed by black hair greeted him through an opened car window.

"You know the place and what to do, Ian. Here is the rest of the money," Draco said quietly, handing the smirking man a large bundle of Muggle money, called Pounds.

Draco had stopped to wonder why Muggles gave their things stupid names, as those pieces of paper where surely not weighing even up to one pound and surely not like onehundredthousand. Muggles were simply inferior and dimwitted, and from today on Draco would add self-destructive to the list of reasons why it was okay to decimate Muggles. This Muggle, oddly reminding him of Potter´s friend Finnigan, obviously didn´t care that he and his partners in crime were about to kill dozens of peacefully celebrating Muggles tonight, if everything went according to plan.

"Nice teh do business with yeh, Drake," the bomb planter grinned as he thumbed through the paper money.

Three of the Muggles left the car with large bags in their hands, while a fourth one was waiting in a front seat, right behind the steering wheel they used to direct their contraption, as Draco knew. They walked down the dark street as if they were just taking a walk and soon disappeared into shadows. Draco balled his slightly trembling hands to still them, nervous that the plan might not work out. It had been his idea after all and he was sure that his Lord would bloody his hide before the night was over, if anything went wrong.

He released the breath he had not known he had held in when he saw them strolling back to their car and him, just as unhurried as they had been on their way down the street. Their bags were empty now, as it seemed, and Ian grinned all over his face.

"T´was a walk´n the park. One of the houses has a nice gas tank in the garden. In..." he checked a watch fixed to his wrist, "...one minute and thirty seconds t´will go booom. Just stay´way from there. We are off now. Yeh know my number if you need someth´ng ´gain, Drake."

Draco nodded and watched quietly as the car was started and turned to follow the street back the way it came. Slowly the Death Eaters came out of the shadows, and a warm shoulder pressed against his. When he looked to the side his eyes met questioning crimson ones.

"In about a minute it should happen, my Lord," Draco said, trying to hide his anxiety. "They said we should stay away from there."

He was praying to whatever deity, that the Muggles had not tricked him or were no good in their profession. The Dark Lord nodded and diverted his attention to the end of the street where they could make out the houses between which the headquarters of the Order was hidden. Only seconds later the house appeared out of nowhere, and the front door opened, releasing a black-clad figure with dark hair. When the man was at the foot of the small stairs leading down to street level he looked up, revealing Severus Snape´s face. Draco started when his Lord made an angry sound, before he stepped onto the street and strode towards the seemingly frozen figure.

Draco gaped at the back of his Lord until he decided to follow him, unheeding Ian´s warning. "My Lord, he warned not to go closer. I don´t think..."

"I will kill this traitor once and for all. He must not escape!" the Dark Lord hissed, raising his wand, obviously refusing to slow down or even stop. "Avada Kedavra!"

The killing curse met only empty air, as Snape had raised his own wand and, after a short look at the place where the now vanished headquarters were located, Apparated out. Draco grabbed onto the arm of his livid looking Lord, trying to push him back towards where the others were waiting as he nervously looked back and forth to judge if the distance was still safe for them. That he had no idea which distance was dangerous and which safe did not help to calm down his racing heart.

"Please, my Lord, we have to-"

Draco was not able to end his sentence, as he felt a violent gust of wind smashing into his back, throwing him against the body of the Dark Lord before he was hurtled through the air for a second. His surprised scream was abruptly cut off when he crashed into a parked car. His head was spinning as he lay on the cold ground, dazedly looking up into the sky, where the Dark Mark burnt in its eery green light while another explosion illuminated the night for a second. Draco was not sure if the light had simply died down or his eyes were closed, but he could not care less about the reason for the darkness engulfing him.

"Draco, get up! We have to Apparate!" he could hear his Lord´s stern voice protruding from the pandemonium of screams and noise surrounding him, soon followed by an irritating hand shaking him.

His eyelids obeyed his command to open only hesitantly, finally allowing him to make out the tense face of the Dark Lord, blemished with a narrow trail of blood running down from his hairline. Draco blinked twice before he closed his eyes again, as he slowly regained feeling in his body and did not appreciate the sensation at all. Gods, he hurt!

"Get up now!" the Dark Lord screamed at him with something akin to worry on his young face.

Draco started at the shouted order, trying to push himself up, just to sink back to the ground with a gasp when a lance of fire shot through his back, the greater part of the searing pain radiating from a place which oddly enough felt as if something was stuck in his flesh.

"...can´t..." he panted, his face contorting with pain.

Draco would have grinned at the nasty swearwords escaping those rosy lips he so loved to kiss, but instead he screamed, as his Lord had chosen that very moment to raise his upper body to hold him close with one arm, raising his wand with the other to Apparate both of them out of the place where now several Aurors appeared with loud pops. The pain had made Draco light-headed once again, and he clinged to the other one´s robes in a desperate attempt to escape the darkness closing in on him.

"Stay with me, pet!" the Dark Lord whispered, pressing Draco even closer to him, as if he was afraid to lose him. "Apparate!"

The swirling of the Apparition proved too much for Draco and darkness finally claimed him, a darkness filled with images of the worried and distraught face of the Dark Lord, his crimson eyes shining with love as he was looking down on him.

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