So after some reviews asking for moar...I thought might as well. I put more thought into this, it's a bit longer and happens way after Hogwarts. Still violent. Draco wants to control Harry of course and whether or not Harry realizes it, he enjoys being helpless.

Harry was on the job.

He was supposed to remain under cover.

Why then did he feel the need to approach Malfoy now? Yes, he still needed to get his revenge, but now? On the job?

Kingsley was going to kill him. Although, Harry tried to justify it. He was not getting anywhere. The purebloods were regarding him with distrust and were cold towards him. He had spent 30 minutes trying to talk to any of them but was dismissed quickly- sometimes mid sentence. It was much too late now anyway- Malfoy already saw him coming and although he couldn't tell who he was, his grey eyes were narrowed in dislike.

Harry didn't stop to ask him if he could have a word, oh no. His wand was hidden in his cloak and he walked to him, grabbed his arm, and jammed the wand tip to his ribs. He felt Malfoy stiffen a bit but he followed him without complaint. He dragged him to the exit and into the sidewalk, he did not stop until they were in an alley way.

Then he let go. He looked at his watch, he still had a couple minutes until the polyjuice potion wore off. Draco was straightening his robes and shot him a dirty look but said nothing. Then he crossed his arms. Harry had expected yelling or at least a "Who are you?"

"Er-aren't you wondering who I am?" he asked awkwardly. Draco snorted.

""Stupefy."

When Harry was awake, he immediately became aware that he was tied to a wall. He jerked awake. Malfoy was there. He was in the Malfoy dungeons.

"How did you become an Auror, Potter?"

"I'm good at my job," he snarled.

"Really? Because no one at that party believed you were anything but an Auror. Imagine my surprise when it was you," he sneered. "There was none, only you would come to a Pureblood function as an unrecognizable face. You didn't even disarm me. It's disappointing."

"Let me go now and I won't arrest you," Harry responded.

"And risk everyone knowing how incompetent you are? You don't have sense. Why did you grab me?"

Harry remained silent.

"You know what I think, Potter?" He asked in barely more than a whisper. "I think you were hoping I'd tie you up again."

He flicked his wand and suddenly Harry's clothes were gone. He shivered.

"Malfoy," he growled in warning. Draco grabbed his chin, pushing his fingers into Harry's jaw and leaned close.

"You're a freak Potter," he stated. Harry's head snapped forward, cracking Draco in the head. He stumbled away. Harry was panting hard.

"Untie me and say that again, Malfoy."

Draco rubbed his head, he wasn't bleeding but a bump was starting to form. His eyes were cold and hard as if they were made of ice.

"You're a freak, Potter," he said again and grabbed him by the hair. "You get off on being beaten, on beating me," he growled into his ear and jerked his hair. "You're a freak."

"And you're not?" Harry snarled, struggling forward, feeling some hair part with his head. Malfoy just smiled and pulled away.

"At least I'm honest with myself. That's why this works so well," he lurched forward, punching Harry in the face. "I can strike you as much as I want and you just get harder," he grasped Harry's cock. "You're pathetic."

Harry jerked forward into Draco's hand as he pumped him.

"I don't think I should let you cum Harry, you waited years for revenge. If I cum and you don't, you might be quicker on coming to me in the future."

"W-what?" Harry gasped, his brain was struggling to keep up but once it did he froze up. There was no way he was going to beg Malfoy again. He took a deep shuddering breath and tried to block out what Draco was doing. He closed his eyes.

"Fuck!" Harry yelped, his eyes snapping open. Draco had swallowed his cock and was looking up at him with a triumphant smirk.

"We've never been able to ignore eachother Potter, don't try to start now."

Harry glared but closed his eyes, insistent that he was going to ignore him and not react. The whole point is not to react, he kept repeating himself. Draco can't stand being ignored.
And sure enough, this action got a reaction out of the blonde. He bit down on his cock. Harry's whole body tensed up in fear and he opened his eyes. Draco was looking up at him and when their eyes met he bit down just a tad harder. Harry groaned. It hurt, but it also sent electricity throughout his body. He was panting by the time Draco finally released him.

"You-you-" he stuttered.

But Draco was moving away from him, frowning as he looked him up and down.

"You've been marked by the Dark Lord, but who did this one?" he asked, pointing his wand at the oval burn on Harry's chest.

"Voldemort," Harry spat, that was when the locket tried strangling him. Hermione had to use a severing charm to get it off of him.

"Hmmmm," he said in reply. "And yet I have not marked you. I think it's time I did that."

As-as what? Revenge?" Harry growled. "I know I shouldn't have used that spell but-"

"As a claim," Draco said. "I should have a claim on you."

Harry met Draco's gaze but fell silent.

"Accio dittany," he murmured. The small bottle zoomed into his hand and Draco took several steps back. "This spell is strong, I don't need to be close."

He raised his wand and Harry screwed up his face as he waited for it.

"Sectumsempra," he said calmly.

It was as though a dozen knives slashed across his chest, with such force it pushed him into the wall. Harry bit into his tongue to keep from crying out but he couldn't have if he wanted to. He was winded and hung there gasping for air as he tried to cope with the pain pulsing through him.

But then Draco was there, one hand on his shoulder, pushing him back, while he traced his wand over the cuts, murmuring the same charm Harry heard Snape use all those years ago. He felt the rope holding him up give and fell into Draco's arms. Draco gently laid him back and began applying the dittany.

"That hurt worse than I expected," Harry rasped. "I'm s-"

Draco slapped a hand over his mouth, glaring hard at him.

"Don't you dare," he snarled. "I didn't bring you here to get cozy Potter."

Harry shut up. The pain was starting to fade and Draco was pulling off his own clothes now. He laid down on Harry, so there bodies were parallel.

"I'm going to take you Potter, and if I'm feeling generous, I'll let you cum."

"You're-you're going to do what?" Harry breathed. He should have strength enough to shove Malfoy away, but his whole body felt weak. Draco was whispering some spells again and then Harry felt the tip of Draco's cock press against his arse.

"I'm going to own you," Draco snarled. He grabbed Harry by the throat, his eyes popped open. "Scared Potter?"

Whatever Harry expected, it wasn't this. He met Draco's gaze and found that even though the Slytherin had his hands wrapped around his throat, even though he was at his mercy entirely, he was not scared and somewhere in his lust addled mind he realized that meant he trusted Malfoy, trusted him to hurt him like this but not to end his life.

After All, he learned long ago Draco wasn't capable of murder.

"No."

Draco smiled then, not a smirk, but a full smile. Something Harry had never witnessed on his pointy face before and even though he was tightening his grip on Harry's throat, causing his vision to fade in and out, he felt a sort of contentment steal through him and when Draco pushed forward, penetrating him, Harry almost passed out from the pain and pleasure. Draco loosened his grip for a moment, instead focusing on moving slow and steady. Harry noticed his eyes were closed, blonde locks falling into his face. Beads of perspiration were running down his face. Harry groaned and jerked his hips upward, causing his cock to brush against Draco's stomach momentarily before he was grabbed by the throat again and slammed back down.

Then Draco was increasing his speed, his grip on Harry's throat and he leaned down so his lips were touching Harry's ear.

"Cum with me Potter," he whispered, slipping his other hand between them and pulling at Harry's cock. Moments later Harry was spilling his cum so it splattered between them and Draco slammed into him, shooting his cum deep inside of him.

Panting with his eyes still closed, Draco pulled away, landing on his arse and just breathed. Harry was gasping and rubbing at his very sore throat.

Draco stood and began dressing as Harry laid there, trying to gather his wits about him.
"Five minutes Potter, if you're not decent by then you can show Diagon Alley what I've done to you."

"Wh-what?" Harry yelped, sitting up finally.

"Five minutes."

And then grabbing a cloak, Draco walked out of the room.

"What a git!" Harry snapped as he scrambled to find his things. "What a bloody git. Fuck what is Kinglsey going to say?" Once he was dressed, Harry flipped the door off and disapparated.