AN: Um... warning graphics D: also sorry if it's short I'm just trying to be a good author and update update update! Also for those who questioned my absence for a while, I put a bit up on my profile. Sorry I know it was sucky, but please be understanding.
Draco tried not to groan as he came to. To say the night before had not been pleasant would be a complete understatement. He was pretty sure the only way he could break more bones in his body would be to jump off the highest tower in Hogwarts, and the only way to do more damage to his muscles would be to light himself on fire and burn them off. Both were better endings then what he suspected these men had in mind.
Draco barely kept himself from falling back into a pit of self-loathing. How could he have let these men get to him? How could he have been so weak as to not notice when someone was breaking into his warehouse? Sure he was preoccupied with brewing one of the most complex potions of all times, but how did he not hear these men barging around his upstairs rooms? How did he not grab his wand up and flay them alive!?
Potter was to blame for all this. Ever since he forced Draco into this stupid arrangement he had been a bit out of sorts, then the bloody Gryffindor had pushed him down like that, and although he had been terrified at the time, afterwards the imagery had shifted. That night he had dreamt of Potter pushing him down. Of bighting him and penetrating him, and making him scream in pleasure. Draco had not had to clean his own sheets in shame in a very long time and he had not appreciated Potter bringing that out in him.
He had been avoiding sleeping ever since, but Potter hadn't just gotten his subconscious thinking about sex. No, he had bit him, when he was more wolf than he ever should be so far from a full moon. Draco had pulled every book on wolves and werewolves and even shifters and all of them indicated the same thing. A bight was a claim, and in certain places it meant certain things. Where Potter had bit him was were only a potential mate would bight him. Which meant Potter was a dominant wolf who had put a claim on him.
The same tired old line kept going through his head. Potter was a dominant wolf. The Wolfsbane would give him control during the full moon, but only by merging him together with his wolf. If his wolf wanted to get frisky, Draco would be at it's mercy because Potter was a dominant wolf. He couldn't be contained, not like a normal wolf could, not if he didn't want to be. He had been so caught up in his own head and what this all meant, when those bastards had broken into his warehouse and hit him with more spells than he could even register, which was actually something in their favor. They were pretty good for being idiotic low life wizards. He might have said something to that effect before they started hitting him with unforgivable.
Draco could hear them arguing now. A couple of them were of the mindset that even though they apparently hated Draco and all that he stood for, that they shouldn't put a pretty face to waste. Based on the fact that the others were arguing that he was a Malfoy and to fuck him would be degrading, he could assume that these were Slytherin. He was pretty sure any other house would have at least attempted to act like rape was morally wrong. Sure Draco thought it was, as did those he associated with these days, but they were oddities.
He heard a bit of a scuffle, some more breaking objects, then silence for a time. He wasn't too surprised when three of the men from before entered, all with horribly smug looks on their faces. Dear Merlin he didn't like the way these things were panning out, but did they really think they were going to be able to break him. Even if they did rape him, it wasn't like it was something he hadn't already experienced during the war. If he could come back from what he had been through, he really had to wonder if anything could really truly break him. He knew that would all change if h thought his mother was in danger, but he knew she was safe, so he only had to worry about himself.
No, these men and the act they were planning to force on him, didn't scare him, but he decided that it wasn't in his best interest to act it. No he needed the element of surprise, so when they approached he started blubbering, "No.. you can't…"
The red head, who could have almost passed for a Weasley, smirked as he roughly grabbed Draco's hair and said, "Your going to open your mouth, and your going to behave, aren't you pet?"
Draco made a show of reluctantly opening his mouth, causing the other two men to hoot with glee. The red head took that as his cue to force his cock nearly all the way into Draco's mouth, and once Draco was sure he was deep enough that he couldn't pull out too fast, he let out a snarl as he bit down. The red head screamed and fell over, clutching at his bleeding crotch, and as the others suddenly tried to move forward to incapacitate him, he let the familiar shift take over, and suddenly he was leaping at the thug to the right, claws out. His claws ripped into the man's throat, and as he fell to the ground, he spat out the peace of flesh still in his mouth as he turned on the only man in the room, not on the ground in agony. The man raised his wand and Draco barely managed to dodge the hex the man sent before he leapt into the air and bit the man's neck, causing him to drop to the ground. Draco felt his stomach turn as he looked around at the dead bodies around him. He barely managed to turn human in time to lose his lunch.