WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUALLY GRAPHIC, VIOLENT BLOODY CONTENT.

All the breath left Draco's lungs instantly, leaving him utterly empty like the void.

"What?" His words barely a whisper on the air.

"This must be the last time you and I play, Draco." Greyback whispered back, still gazing into his blue eyes. The dark severity was overwhelming. There was no more amusement, no more sarcasm, no playful sadistic tactics. For once, Greyback's eyes were wholly unreadable.

"You are as good and bad for me as the full moon. But somehow, worse." A clawed hand came to caress the side of his face. "You're poison."

Merlin's beard…he's lost it…Draco thought with a returning panic. He has completely gone mad.

"Wh-why do you have to kill me?"

Greyback didn't answer. Neither did his eyes wander from Draco's. For once, Draco held that stare easily, searching for an answer amid the blackness.

"You said…killing me would be a waste. Why are you going back on your promise to me?"

I can't let him go. Greyback thought. I can't turn away from him. This pretty little thing has poisoned me. It's all his fault. There's only one way to break it.

"Killing you is a waste. A terrible waste. My intention will not be to kill you. That may end up being a byproduct of tonight. Because, tonight…I want to hear you scream. I want to make you scream with everything your little body's got. I'm going to drench you in so much of your own blood, you'll drown in it." A twisted, wild grin rest on his face, his eyes veiled but glimmering with malice. The black of his eyes had grown so large it overtook everything. "Now…tell me…you want me to destroy you…"

Draco, blue eyes wide with terror, trembled.

"I-I don't…" The words softly escaped his lips.

"Say my name. Say you want me to destroy you." He growled, his eyes becoming more fearsome and intense. His clawed hand came down hard on Draco's thigh, through his trousers, impaling his nails deep into the skin. Draco let out a cry and tossed his hips to the side to dislodge the claws. Greyback chuckled, deep and cruel, blood dripping from his claws onto Draco's ribcage. The droplets of blood on his white skin beautiful. He wanted more. How beautiful he would look, painted in coats and coats of blood. And in the midst of red, those angelic blue eyes would still be staring back at him.

"Tell me Draco." His voice reached a new pitch that terrified him. At the risk of enraging him further, he submitted to the demand.

"Destroy me, Fenrir…"

Greyback barked out a horrid laugh, tipping his head back. He drew in sharp, deep breaths, done in by his own laughter.

"You'll regret those words soon, Draco." With his forefinger, he shoved his nail back into one of the holes that he had left on Draco's thigh. Draco screamed in pain and thrashed around, forcing him out. Lifting that finger to his face, he inserted it in his mouth and languidly sucked the blood off.

"I'm going to miss this." He whispered to himself.

"Stop!" Draco screamed. "Stop! Stop! Please!"

Greyback laughed again, his attention falling back down on him. His hand went for Draco's throat, gripping it tightly as he drew him up to join their mouths in grotesque kiss. Draco braced himself with his hands on the mattress behind him to relieve the crushing pressure off his throat. Greyback's tongue shoved in and gagged him, dusting him with his own coppery blood. He broke off with yet another laugh, as if there were a vile joke he had yet to tell him.

"Who's your master Draco?" He asked, voice almost daring him to defy.

Draco panted, breathless and terrified. One of his hands went for Greyback's fingers and wrist, trying to pull him off. His body was trembling uncontrollably with fear. Shaking with the knowledge that all of this was wholly unnatural. Even in the darkest pits of his lust, Greyback never did this. All of this was uncharted territory, a black ocean that he didn't know how to cross.

"Who's your master Draco?" He asked again, voice harder.

"You are!" Draco answered.

"Tell me."

"You are my master, Fenrir."

Greyback's eyes closed in pleasure, breathing in deeply through his nose. Roughly, with his hand still on Draco's neck, he shoved him back into the mattress. His knees straddled Draco's hips. Releasing his neck, he drew his hands to his waist, undoing his belt and pants, pulling out his thick, hard arousal.

Instantly, Draco grimaced and shut his eyes, turning his head away. Greyback stared down at him, stroking himself unhurriedly.

"I'm going to prolong your suffering tonight." He said. "We're going to go nice and slow, and enjoy every minute. Now scream for me." With a hand, he shoved his claws deep into Draco's collarbone and dragged down, ripping apart his skin, blood springing up to greet them. Draco squirmed and shrieked, but was cut short when Greyback's hand went for his throat again, just below his chin, suffocating him as he sliced down to the end of his ribcage. Draco stilled. Blood spread across the white canvas, the scent of it infecting the beast's senses, driving him closer to an edge he could feel prickling but could not see.

Diving down, his tongue absorbed every drop of blood he could as he traveled up to Draco's collarbone, then he plunged his mouth into Draco's ensnaring him and letting him taste his own blood, as if trying to convey to Draco the reason for addiction. Draco whimpered, his breathing heavy and panicked. Lower, he moved his hands. One he kept one on Greyback for a diversion. The other, he stretched out his fingers toward his trouser pocket. If Greyback removed his pants and tossed them out of reach…he would be entirely at Greyback's mercy, until he tired of his sadistic game and ended him. However, Greyback was laying on him too far down. He was taller than Draco, and his pocket was depressingly out of reach, and he couldn't reach further, unless he wanted the beast to catch on.

Accio. He thought.

Greyback plunged his tongue in deeper. His claws found the back of Draco's ribs, piercing in hard and dragging his claws down. Flailing in pain, Draco screamed down Greyback's throat, trying to twist his body away. Greyback lowered himself down on him, trapping him as he tortured his arms and sides with his claws. In a frantic hurry, he ripped Draco's trousers apart with his claws, tearing the fabric away from his body.

Ripping free from his mouth, Draco screamed, a long, pealing sound of pure agony. The beast responded with a chuckle. The blanket underneath him was soaked with blood. He pushed Draco's legs further apart, and reached one of his hands down. Draco felt that familiar sensation begin.

"Tell me you want me." Greyback's voice demanded. Draco squeezed his eyes shut. More than anything he wish he could apparate. Even if he was dumped in the middle of the black, cold ocean. The middle of a snow covered mountain. The middle of a volcano. That would have been better than this.

Greyback slithered up higher on Draco, his arms on either side of his head, caging him in a prison of his sickening lust and primal nature. Pain ripped through Draco as Greyback shoved himself all the way in without any preamble. Draco screamed and shoved his hands up against Greyback, trying to force him off. The beast laughed at him and pumped his hips, hard, brutally, without any care.

"Tell me…you want me to dominate you." He snarled, his claws digging into Draco's hips.

Draco stiffened, knowing what that entailed. He moved his hands down, stretched his fingers again, toward the pocket, now that Greyback was positioned perfectly between his hips. Greyback closed in, bringing his lips to Draco's ear, ignoring his sobs of desperation and agony.

"Tell me, Draco."

Draco felt the hard wood of the wand between his fingertips.

"Tell me you want to be destroyed." Greyback's voice was no more than a wolf's snarl.

Draco let out the breath he had been holding and drew out the wand in his right hand.

"Draco…" Greyback's hands closed down around his neck, his claws puncturing his soft skin.

Draco closed his eyes and pointed the wand at the beast above him. His lips parted, a gasp escaping them as Greyback collapsed his throat.

"Avada Kedavra."

In the black of the room, there was a blinding green flash, lasting no more than a moment. All the weight of the beast dropped onto Draco, slack and still. Draco stared up at the ceiling, his senses on full alert, waiting in terror for the moment Greyback would snap back and rip his throat out with his teeth.

Nothing happened.

Time crawled by, and Draco still hadn't budged, terrified he'd slipped into a dream. Terrified his body was still being ravaged. At last, he squirmed violently under the beast until he was free. Every part of his body ached and throbbed in varying levels of pain. Still clutching the wand, Draco pointed it at Greyback.

"Crucio!" He shouted.

Nothing happened.

"Sectumsempra!" Blood erupted from Greyback's naked back, but he did not stir.

Panting heavily, Draco ran to the corner of the room and grabbed a heavy marble bust. With all his might, he heaved it at the beast's head. It crashed down on top of him with a sickening crunch, but the beast did not stir.

Draco stumbled backwards against the wall of the bedroom, shaking. He slipped down the wall and collapsed onto the ground. With a deep breath, he burst into a wild laugh. Tears leaked from his eyes as he trembled against the wall. Another hysterical burst of laughter ripped through his throat, echoing eerily in the space. Abruptly, a scream pierced the air, startling Draco when he realized it had come from him.

"He's gone…" He whispered to himself. "It's over…" He cried, rubbing the tears away with the back of his bloodied hands. "He's gone…"

…

Hours passed. Eventually, Draco worked up the strength to drag the body out to the courtyard, far beyond the property limits. He didn't know what to do with the body. Never before in his life had he needed to hide one. Standing out in the dark courtyard in the dew drenched grass, Draco tipped his head up to the sky.

High above, the moon was nearly full.

…..

Draco submerged himself in his bathtub up to his nose. The tub was filled so full of hot water, it poured and splashed over the porcelain sides. Within minutes, his hot water had turned pale red. Draco seethed and closed his eyes, the stinging in all his cuts and wounds and bites uncomfortable. The handsfuls of soap he lathered all over himself until the bottles were empty stung in his wounds and he sucked in through his mouth, but he was desperate to purge that beast's scent off him for good. Then there was the scent of smoke and burning. He slipped down under the water, cleaning the ashy smell from his hair. Greyback's wand was still tightly clutched in his hand. He didn't know any healing spells, so he couldn't heal his skin. But he held it as a means to defend his life. Quietly, he murmured to himself, in the empty bathroom,

"He's gone."

….

After submerging himself in his bathtub to scrub clean all the blood and ash, Draco laid in his own bed and fell quickly into a deep sleep. He bundled himself up with as many blankets as he could find, putting on all the clothes he could find in his wardrobe. The wand was still clutched in his hand, his only way of protecting himself. Vague images haunted him as his mind drifted through time and space. Darkness pervaded his mind, bleeding together images of teeth and claws, and a horrid, hairy visage. Their hands seized Draco, laughing cruelly in his ear and licking his neck, telling him that he was theirs, forever.

Somebody was shaking him. Draco's eyes flew open and he yelped in panic, thrusting the wand at the intruder. A beautiful face with dark eyes and blonde hair startled, her hand going to her chest.

"Mum?" Draco's voice fractured. At the sight of her, tears welled in his eyes. Narcissa threw her arms around her only boy and clutched him to her chest so tight, as if worried letting go of him would lose him to the void forever.

"He's gone." She whispered. Draco's heart fluttered. He's gone. He repeated. "He's gone, Draco…we're free. Voldemort is dead."

They were both gone. The nightmare had ended.

End

Author's Note:

Explanation:

So the reason why Greyback was going so fucking nutso toward the end was because the moon was very close to being full. He had lost track of it during his obsession with Draco and the desperation of just getting close to him again won out.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters planned the battle of Hogwarts as close to a full moon as possible so Fenrir Greyback would be at full power. But instead of going to fight, he just went to Draco.

He doesn't go this nuts in the other chapters because he carefully avoided putting himself near Draco too close to the full moon, knowing if he did that, he would accidently tear him apart and lose on his 'pretty little prize'.

I also want to thank everyone who left reviews for this story. Without it, I wouldn't have even continued past chapter 1. I also want to suggest to anyone who loves this work, to please check out my friend's work also on Archive of our Own. The story is called Il Pianto di Ganimede by IvanaeSilvia. Part 1 of her Draco/Fenrir venture is complete, stay tuned for Part 2!