Title: Pain to Pleasure.

Characters: HP/DM. Contains Harry Potter Slash, boy love, Yaio. They are both eighteen, so it's all good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy, or anyone else in this story. They are all owned and copywrited by J.K. Rowling. I simply own the idea.

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"Please…Just let me…" Harry yelled out in frustration a week and a half later. Malfoy had him writhing around in pleasure, his spells increasing in intensity. But he had refused to let Harry come, since the first time, and his spells insured that he didn't. His spells and more graphic porn would bring Harry to the brink of orgasm and hold him there. And it was driving him insane.

"Ha-ha, no I don't think I will. I think I enjoy seeing you wriggle around in frustration like that. Unable to come at all, just digging deeper and deeper into frustration, hurts doesn't it?" Malfoy laughed and ran his hand over his silk shirt, smoothing it down.

Harry growled at him, and bit back a cry of pleasure. "I hate you, I really, really do."

"Good." Malfoy pointed his wand at him again and the spell increased the pressure against Harry's hole doubled.

Harry gritted his teeth and a cry tore out of him. Malfoy chuckled, "You know I think soon that we can proceed, you know actual invasion."

A startled look glance flew up onto Harry's face and he whispered, "No…Please…Please."

Malfoy raised his eyebrow, "Well maybe we should. I enjoy the begging."

"Yeah I bet your parents did too, when you begged for their approval and attention." Harry snapped at him.

He didn't expect the stricken look on Malfoy's face, or the hurt that flashed in the pale gray eyes and guilt flashed through him. He did expect Malfoy next move though. Malfoy moved forward and hit him, hard first across the face and then in the ribs repeatedly, the whole time cursing him and saying, "You…You don't know anything…Th-They loved me. They do…"

A sob tore through Malfoy and he leaned heavily against a shocked and guilty Harry. He tipped his head against Malfoy's, shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

"They did love me. They did. They had to be…that way. They had to, to teach me." Malfoy sobbed.

"I know…I'm sorry. They did love you, they do." Harry murmured against the soft, white-blonde hair.

Malfoy sniffled for another moment and then stiffened. He pulled back with a scowl and stepped back quickly, "Shut up. You don't know anything." He basically ran out of the room, snapping off the lights and slamming and locking the door.

Harry leaned back in shock that he'd just comforted Malfoy. He felt guilt flow through him and then felt the effects of the spell. He blinked in shock, he was left alone and the spell was still on him. He panicked and yelled, "Malfoy…the spell." Before another panicked yell rushed out of him as pleasure/pain flowed through him.

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Pain flowed through Harry as he hung limply against the wall he was still chained too. He'd been stuck with the spell on him for almost three days. Malfoy hadn't returned to bring him food or water or to release him from the spells. Harry was at the point where he was for a small moment escaping unconsciousness. Tears flooded down his face and he winced when light burned his eyes. He heard an anxious curse and then the pleasure spells were lifted off of him.

He gulped dryly and felt soft, delicate hands pulling the chains free from his wrists and ankles. He fell heavily into someone and heard more curses. Harry felt himself being dragged a long distance, and then he was being lifted into warm water, a bathtub. He blinked lazily and saw Malfoy staring at him with mild concern on his face.

Malfoy grabbed at a sponge and water and began to clean him with it. After he was finished bathing Harry, he let him soak in the warm water. He watched Malfoy look at him, and surprise flitted into his eyes when he saw that Harry's eyes were open. He turned for a moment and lifted a goblet of cool water to his lips. "Drink."

Harry gulped anxiously at the water and Malfoy tipped it to let him finish. When he was done with that cup, he lifted his wand and pointed it into the goblet, "Augumenti." And the cup filled with water again. Harry drank that one gratefully too and then leaned his head back against the tub. He said breathlessly, "I am sorry Malfoy."

With a look of suspicion Malfoy nodded slowly, "I know you are." He held out the cup again but Harry shook his head to decline it. He set aside the cup and said, "Can you stand?"

"I don't know…"

"Here lift your arms." And when Harry did, Malfoy pulled him up and helped him out of the tub, to lean heavily against the wall. Malfoy made sure he was steady and then turned to grab a towel. He ran it across Harry's body quickly and efficiently. Then he grabbed the clothes that Harry hadn't noticed before. He helped put them on him and then led him out of the bathroom.

Malfoy lowered him into a chair and Harry looked around the small room. It was a small kitchen, with a table that was just big enough for two people. On the stove was a large boiling pot, and it smelled delicious. That was what Malfoy was moving too; he quickly ladled several large scoops of what looked like chicken soup into a bowl and placed it in front of Harry with a spoon.

Harry stared at it suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing's wrong with it. It's just chicken soup, I swear." Malfoy said, as though he understood completely why Harry was cautious about eating his soup. And when Harry still stared down into the soup suspiciously, he sighed and grabbed the spoon. He dunked it and brought the soup up to his lips. He pushed the spoon into his mouth, chewed and swallowed dramatically.

Finally conceding, Harry took the spoon with shaking hands and sipped at the soup. He blinked when it a delicious blend of celery, carrots and chicken broth flooded into his mouth. He moaned lightly and began ravishing the meal.

He heard Malfoy chuckle satisfied and looked up in shock, he let the spoon drop to the table and then said sadly asked "What's wrong with it?"

Shock flitted onto the other man's face and he sat heavily into he chair, "Nothing. I swear Potter…Harry." He said the name slowly and reassuringly.

Harry started at the use of his first name and then picked the spoon back up; he began eating it slowly and said, "Its…good. Thank you, Draco." He watched Malfoy's eyes flash at the name and then Draco nodded and watched him eat.

After another bowl, his head was practically drooping onto the table. He jerked into alertness when Draco placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Let's get you to bed." When he saw Harry's look of distress he sighed again, "Not in that room, there's a pull out couch in the living room."

Starting again in shock Harry asked, "But…Why?"

Draco stared at him in surprise, "Do you want to go back to the other room?"

"No thank you." Harry said quickly.

"Okay then." And Draco led him to the living room, which was except for the couch he'd described, a small coffee table, and many bookshelves, lined with books. He pointed his wand at the couch and it unfolded into a comfortable sized bed.

Harry practically melted onto the bed with a groan; he curled up on the soft, though slightly lumpy bed and felt Draco pull the blankets over him. The last thing he remembered before he slipped into a peaceful sleep was the image of Draco by the door staring at him in concern.

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After a long stretch, Harry opened his eyes and yawned. He stood and walked over to the door and peered into the kitchen. He saw Draco at the stove cooking something that smelled fantastic. Harry hesitated and then whispered, "Hello…"

Draco turned and nodded curtly at him. "Sit. Dinner will be done soon."

Harry sat at the table, "Dinner? What time is it?"

"Round Six. You've slept the entire day."

Thinking over that bit of surprising news Harry didn't notice Draco walk over to him with a plate of pasta and sliced chicken. He picked up his fork and dug into it hungrily, "Mm, this is good."

"I know." Draco turned, got his own plate and settled in the seat of across from Harry. He stood again and grabbed two goblets of water; he placed one in front of Harry and then sat. They ate in a comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other, when the other wasn't looking.

When they'd both eaten their fill, Draco pointed his wand at the plates and dropped them into the sink. He sat back and stared seriously at a suddenly nervous Harry. "Okay, first off what I did in the room wasn't what I wanted to happen. It was too much and…I apologize." Draco narrowed his eyes at the apology and then continued, "However. I'm not finished with you Harry. I'm owed my retribution and I will get it. My…lessons will continue. I've set spells on this house and on myself that stop you from leaving or harming me. You are not confined to the other room, and you can roam the cabin. All accept my bedroom. But when I tell you to go to the other room, you will. I assure you that it will only be for the lessons. When I tell you to do something, you do it. If you don't you'll be punished." Draco peered over his clasped hands, "understand?"

Harry gulped, but knew a good deal when it was offered to him, "I do."

"Good. I'll give you until tomorrow to be completely healed. But one hour after lunch tomorrow and you will report to the room." Draco nodded and got up to clean all the dishes by hand.

"Do you need help?" Harry asked quietly standing and pushing in their chairs.

"No. I need it done right."

With a smirk Harry wandered back into the living room. He looked over the books on the wall and found one about a quidditch team, he'd never heard of. He pulled it off the shelf and went to sit on the couch. He tried to immerse himself in the book but continued to wonder if Draco would change his mind and chain him back in the other room. And if not, what would lead from this new act of kindness?

He looked up when he heard Draco walk into the room. Draco stopped in surprise, "Oh. Right…I'll just grab something and then leave you alone."

"You don't have too…this is your house." Harry said quickly.

Draco nodded curtly and his usual smirk flitted onto his lips, "Yes. Yes it is." He grabbed a book off the coffee table and then conjured a plushy chair for himself to sit in. He sat in front of the fire and opened his book. He seemed to realize that Harry was still staring at him, because he raised an eyebrow and said drawlingly, "What?"

Harry blushed and shook his head, "Oh um. Nothing…"

"Have at it Potter." Draco said his eyes rising to stare into Harry's.

"Well…How long are you going to keep me here?"

"As long as it takes."

"Ah. So it could be a long time then…"

"Depends." And Draco looked down at his book, ending the conversation.

Harry shrugged and began to read again. And when he laughed at an amusing part in the book, Draco looked up, "What're you reading?"

After showing Draco the cover, Draco's lips twitched into a little grin and he nodded, "Good one."

"Where'd you get it?"

Draco stiffened in his seat, "It was my fathers." He closed his book and stood, "I'm going to sleep. Don't sleep forever tomorrow. Remember that we have a lesson after lunch, and I expect you to be there."

"I will be…" Harry lowered his chin and looked up, under his eyelashes at Draco. Draco smirked at the overly dramatic sweet look and walked out of the room.

Harry chuckled and stood to pull out the bed. He put the book on the coffee table and flicked the switch to the light. He curled up on the bed and sighed, not sure whether or not to be scared about the next day's lesson.

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"In the other room." Draco ordered.

Harry stood, sighed and walked into the other room, Draco right behind him. He stood in front of the walls with the hanging chains and put his hand on his hips.

Draco looked him over and folded his arms. "Strip, slowly."

A horrible flush flowed across Harry's face but he slowly pulled of his shirt. He dropped it onto the floor and kicked it away. He glanced up at Draco who stared at him impassively and nodded for him to continue. Harry took in a shaky breath and hooked his fingers in the gray, cotton pants he wore. He pulled them down slowly and kicked them away, his body trembling when he stood in naked in front of Draco.

With a contemplative look Draco, conjured a soft chair and pointed at it, "put that where you are."

Harry did as he was told and then waited for Draco's next order. This came in the form of just one word, which was, "sit." Then Draco sat on the edge of the table and said slowly, "you are to touch yourself, but maintain eye contact with me. I want you aware that I'm here at all times, understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Harry blushed fiercely and looked down at his own penis. "How…how do y-you want me to do it?"

"You are to masturbate, if I say to go faster, than you go faster, slower and you slow."

Knowing that this was another lesson in humiliation didn't help Harry with the fact that it was embarrassing, though not in the raw way that he'd felt before…In a tender way. He curled his hand around himself and moved very slowly, very hesitantly. His eyes locked onto Draco's and he stopped.

Draco frowned, "Do you need something? A magazine, a little spell to help?"

"No. I can do this."

"Then do it. Now."

Harry flinched at the order but moved his hand, faster. His eyes were still locked on Draco's when he finally managed to make himself hard, he watched Draco's eyes flit down to his erection for several long moments and then slowly back up. His face burned and he closed his eyes for a moment only to have Draco snap, "Open your eyes."

He opened his eyes and narrowed them on Draco's. Draco scowled back and growled, "Faster."

So Harry moved his hand faster over himself and he found himself sweating, his hips arched up into the touch of his own hand. But he never took his eyes off Draco, who would flicker from his eyes to his cock. When he found that his cock was pearling out his cum, he gasped and Draco said quietly, "Slower."

With a shuddering moan, Harry slowed down his pace and felt the edge drain off his pleasure. His hand moved slowly and his breathing was shuddering with each exhale. Draco slid to the end of the seat and Harry watched a drop of sweat roll down his neck. "Harry, massage your balls, with your free hand."

Reaching down slowly, Harry fondled his balls and felt his pleasure increase. His breath hitched and growled at the feeling, his eyes locked onto Draco's. "Faster, and massage your balls harder."

Harry did as he was told and he moaned at the feeling. "Mm…" Harry whimpered and stared into Draco's eyes with need to release.

Draco let him continue for a while longer and then slid to his knees and whispered, "Do you want to come?"

"Yes…" Harry groaned as sweat spilled down his chest.

"Then beg me." Draco stood and walked to stand above him, forcing Harry to tip his head back to maintain eye contact with him. And when Harry hesitated, he growled angrily, "Beg me for the right to orgasm."

Harry's breath hitched again but he said steadily, "Please, please let me come."

Draco looked down at what Harry's hands were doing, "You can do better than that." And he shocked Harry by reaching down and grabbing his shoulders. "Beg me…Like you mean it!"

"Please Draco…I need too…I have to. Please, let me orgasm, I need to feel it. Please…Draco." Harry whimpered out. He was whimpering continuously now and pleading with his eyes, staring into Draco's.

With a desperate smirk, Draco nodded, "Good. Now come."

With a desperate yell Harry, came all over his own hand. He shuddered in the chair and felt Draco's hands loosen up on his shoulders. He took several deep breaths and sighed in half desperation and satisfaction. He opened his eyes and found gray ones staring back into them. With a smirk Draco pulled back and said, "Were done for the day. Same time tomorrow." He nodded curtly and said, "Take a shower."

"Yes sir!" Harry saluted him sarcastically and stood. He slid past Draco and could swear that he was wearing an amused smirk.

Harry washed up in the shower and grinned as he did, if this was the new version of torture that Draco had in mind, than that was perfectly okay with Harry. Of course it had been embarrassing to masturbate in front of Draco, but only at first. Then he'd gotten lost in his feelings. And as for the begging, it was just as demeaning at first but then it hadn't mattered when he'd felt that desperate feeling near the beginning of his orgasm.

He chuckled quietly and stretched before climbing out of the bathtub. He dragged the towel down himself and put on his clothes. He walked into the living room and didn't see Draco, which oddly enough made him frown. He sank onto the couch and began to read the book from the night before.

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Draco propped against the table as Harry stood for their latest lesson, and stopped him before he could get too far. "Harry we're having a new type of lesson today. Go start the shower."

Harry cocked his head curiously to the side but went to do what Draco had ordered. He ran his hand through the sheet of water to make sure it was warm. He gasped in shock when he felt Draco's hands on his shoulders. Draco ran his hands down Harry's back to his front and he unbuttoned the shirt slowly and he slid the shirt off of him.

Almost swooning by the feel of having someone touching him, Harry shivered. He closed his eyes and held himself up straight when he felt Draco's hand slide down his chest, and abs to right above his pants. He arched into the touch of Draco unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and his eye's fluttered when he felt his nails against the sensitive skin on his hips and pelvis.

Draco stepped back and ordered, "Take off your pants. Get into the shower."

Harry kicked them off and climbed into the shower. The water slid down his hair and dripped into his face. Draco frowned, "whatever happened to your glasses Harry?"

"I got rid of them. Hermione found a spell that fixed my eyesight."

"Oh." Draco shrugged and stepped back to sit on the edge of the sink. "Start washing yourself, slowly."

Harry picked up the soap and lathered up his chest and abs. Draco watched him, a lazy look on his face. "Lower."

Sliding his hand down to cup himself, Harry moved his hand slowly. His eye's glowed as they lingered on Draco's which was following his hands movements. Draco jumped off the sink and walked forward, just enough to keep him from getting wet. He crooked his finger at Harry, who shivered and moved forward.

Harry watched Draco look him over and shivered, "So what do I do now?"

"Don't come." And Draco wrapped a hand over Harry's on his erection. Harry moaned and swayed forward. Draco held him up and moved his hand at a steady and maddening pace. Harry was breathing hard, together they moved their hands over his cock and his cock twitched appreciatively in their hands.

The water sliding down his back was sliding between his butt, and it was rolling onto his sensitive hole. He gasped and leaned forward into Draco's hand and his own.

"Grab your balls Harry, roll them in your hands, and fondle them."

Harry moved his hand from under Draco's and reached past his hand to fondle himself. Draco watched him and said again, "Do not come Harry. Pull lightly on your balls."

Yanking lightly on his balls, Harry groaned as heat flared through his body. "Mm…"

Draco nodded and stepped away from him for a moment, earning him a groan from Harry. He came back with something, but Harry didn't pay attention to what was in his hand. Draco stood in front of him again and wrapped his hand around Harry's cock again. But his other hand slipped behind Harry and pressed something very small against his hole. Harry yelled out and clawed at the front of Draco's shirt with his free hand.

Moving his handing across Harry's erection, Draco pushed in the small metal balls attached to a string. He let Harry lean against him when he tapped on the string with his wand, and the small balls began to vibrate inside Harry.

Harry groaned at the feeling of the balls inside him, and them vibrating. He leaned against Draco and moaned loudly at the triple effect of his hand on his balls, Draco's hand on his erection and the metal balls wreaking havoc inside him.

They seemed to go off by magic because when Malfoy tapped them again, they began to rub along the inside of the walls of Harry's hole. Harry's fist clenched on Draco's shirt and he begged in a whisper, "Please…Please, I need to come."

"No. Not yet." Malfoy growled into his ear. His hand moved more urgently on his cock and he ordered, "Make yourself go wild, Harry. Fondle your balls, until your crying out. Go on…"

Harry moved his hand roughly against his balls and his finger sneakily raised his finger to run it along the inside of Draco's wrist, but he did it in a way that Draco would think it was an accident. But Harry still felt Draco shiver with the touch.

When one of the metal balls bounced against something deep inside him, Harry cried out and whispered, "What…What was that?"

Draco smiled, "Prostate."

"Nice to know."

And when the balls hit his prostate again and again, Harry gasped loudly and he bit his bottom lip. "Draco…Please…"

Draco tugged at the string attached to the balls and the bounced against Harry's prostate repeatedly in a maddening pace. Harry gasped and held onto Draco for dear life. Draco whispered, "Come, Harry."

Gasping, Harry yelled out and crumpled against Draco, whose arms held him up. A flare of burning intensity crawled out of Harry's chest and his cum spurted all over. He crawled up to Draco and gasped against his chest.

A harsh bite nipped at Harry's shoulder and he pulled back, "Oh, Ow."

With a laugh Draco pulled his hands off his shoulder and he yanked the balls out of Harry. Harry gasped and stepped back. Draco smirked, "Finish your shower."

Harry nodded and pulled the shower curtain closed, his body in shock. His hands shook as he heard Draco leave the bathroom, shutting the door with a snap. Harry washed himself; this was a new type of torture Draco was putting him through. Him getting involved in the touching of Harry was new and scary for Harry.

If Draco was getting more adventurous and intent with the passionate. He wondered if there would be more now that Draco had gotten involved. Harry grinned and tipped his head against the shower wall. "Mm nice."

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