There was a time when Draco thought he could have anything he
wanted. After all, he was a Malfoy and the life of a Malfoy was one filled with
privilege and promise, given by right of birth. But then, Father was taken to
Azkaban, which was all Potter's fault, and Draco threw himself at the
Dark Lord's feet, promising to serve Him as his father once did. Draco promised everything
to his new Lord, thinking he'd immediately take his place at His right hand,
just as his father had.
Draco hadn't realised that there was a pecking order to these things, though,
and he'd just voluntarily placed himself at the bottom of the trough. There was
already someone in his father's place, of course. The Dark Lord gave Draco to
Severus as a gift -- a goodwill gesture for years of loyal service -- and for
the first time in his life, Draco had to earn something.
A Malfoy with goals is something formidable, indeed.
Draco tried his best to please his new Master, meticulously studying
Severus's likes and dislikes. When Severus moved into Malfoy Manor -- what was
Draco's, now his -- and made a moue of disgust at a speck of dust in his (not
Father's, not Father's) office, Draco set the house elves to work
immediately. When he found Severus admiring one of his mother's silk frocks, he
wore it to bed that night, knowing he'd float for weeks on his Master's one
grunt of approval before it was torn to shreds. He submitted willingly,
desperate for every touch, any pleasure he could milk vicariously through
Severus. Everything Severus asked, no matter what it was, Draco did. He was the
perfect, model slave.
So, when Severus handed him a foul-smelling potion one night, Draco drank it
without question. It tasted worse than it smelled and soon, he felt his stomach
rumble, his long fingers grow stubby and rough, and he shrunk an inch or two.
The room grew blurry and Draco, woozy and uncertain, called out,
"Master?"
"Potter," Severus answered. Draco's eyes widened and he
understood. Severus took the two steps needed to close the distance between them
and cupped Draco's chin, tilting it upwards. "Potter," he said again,
much softer this time, moving his lips over Draco's forehead. Draco's forehead
wrinkled because his (cursed, ugly, scarred) skin tingled at the touch.
Tingled and hurt and felt good because, oh, now Severus's mouth was moving down
the side of his face, granting Draco little kisses, finally landing on Draco's
mouth.
The mouth that wasn't his was clumsy and awkward, but Draco wasn't sure if
that was from the Polyjuice or because Severus had never kissed him before. His
Master's warm tongue massaged against his and Draco allowed a moan to escape
when Severus bit his lower lip. Severus pulled back and examined Draco's (not
yours, it's Potter's, he doesn't look at you like this) face, rubbing his
thumb over Draco's mouth. "Insolent boy. You'll only make noise when I say
you make noise."
"Yes, Master," Draco said obediently, eyes downcast, startled when
he heard Potter's voice in place of his own. He would keep silent, he would.
Draco couldn't stand Potter stealing his moans -- not the ones he'd earned.
"Good," said Severus, "come now. We haven't much time."
He swooped down to claim Draco's (Potter's) mouth again, pressing his
body flush against Draco's. Draco could feel how hard his Master was even
through his robes -- when Severus adjusted in order to nudge Draco towards his
chambers, Draco had to bite back a gasp. The feeling was definitely mutual.
Once in the bedchamber, Severus perched on the edge of the bed and ordered
Draco to strip, which didn't take long because though what Draco wore was
pretty, there wasn't very much of it. He hated seeing Potter's cock in place of
his own -- it didn't look right, of course, and the foreskin that Draco didn't
usually have was unnerving him. And yet, he was achingly hard, though he'd
barely been touched, so Draco sat next to Severus and nuzzled against his
Master's shoulder. "Where do you want me?" he whispered, not wanting
to hear Potter's voice again.
Severus gave him a sharp look. "I didn't give you permission to speak
yet, Potter." Draco nearly winced at the name. Couldn't he address Draco
some other way? The faintest hint of a smile tugged at Severus's mouth.
"You'll have to be punished."
Draco suppressed a shiver as Severus pushed him down on the bed and with a
wave of his wand made shackles circle his wrists. Should he struggle? Should he
stay still? He searched Severus's eyes for any hint of how he should act, but
Severus just stared at him predatorily, as though Draco was about to be
devoured. Severus never looked at him that way. Jealously flared, making
Draco's head spin, but he couldn't pull himself away from those dark eyes,
nearly glittering in the dim light of the room.
Severus stood and shed his own robes, then covered Draco's naked body (not
your body) with his own. Closing his eyes, Draco had to struggle to
stay silent again as Severus licked his earlobe and pushed their pricks
together. Severus kissed his way down Draco's body, muttering the whole way,
Draco catching phrases here and there --
"You deserve this." Severus suckled on Draco's neck.
"Mine." Tongue swirled over a nipple and Draco inhaled sharply when
Severus bit down.
"Impudent, horrible boy..." Severus nuzzled his cheek against the
course hair on Draco's belly that Draco didn't have.
"...Finally, finally..." Grasping Draco's hips, Severus dragged his
tongue along the length of Draco's erection, then lapped at the head, swallowing
the clear drops of fluid that had formed there. Draco shut his eyes, biting his
lower lip in a nearly futile attempt at being silent (You don't want to hear
Potter's voice again!). Then, Severus swallowed his whole length, his deep
voice humming his pleasure around Draco's cock as he moved up and down, sucking
and pressing his tongue against the sensitive flesh. Draco couldn't help it; he
hissed, hoping that was silent enough for his Master. This was different.
His head was telling him he should hate this, but the warm mouth closed around
him was telling saying something quite different.
Severus's thumbs lovingly caressed the place where Draco's thighs met his
hips, his movements slow and deliberate, each drawing more and more pleasure
from Draco's body. His other hand had drifted from Draco's hip to the place
behind his bollocks, stroking lightly, but firmly and Draco squeezed his eyes
even more tightly. With the combination of the wet, warm mouth and the soft
touches to his (enemy's) body, Draco already felt his orgasm approach. He
wanted Severus to stop. He didn't want Severus to ever stop. Severus dragged his
mouth up and flicked his tongue against the head Draco's cock. "Oh,
God," Draco whispered, thinking he'd said it to himself. His eyes flew open
and whimpered with the loss when his Master promptly pulled away.
"I...I'm sorry," Draco said in terrified, quiet tones, realising
his error.
Severus was lightly running his hands along Draco's thighs, smirking when
Draco squirmed, eager to be touched again. "I make one request, Potter, and
you can even obey that?" Draco's eyes went wide, not knowing what Severus
planned to do with him next. Whip him? Draco remembered a time not so long ago
when the welts had been so painful he couldn't sit for two days. He hoped
Severus wouldn't lend him out to another senior Death Eater again. Worse yet,
maybe he'd just leave him here, shackled to the bed, completely
unfulfilled.
"I'm sorry," he said again. Could a voice crack on a whisper?
But Draco hadn't expected Severus's reply at all. Severus lightly ran his
fingertips over Draco's cock, which bobbed a few inches above a dark thatch of
hair Draco hated and didn't recognise. In low, dulcet tones, Severus said,
"Speak then, Mr Potter." Draco's eyes went wide again and he cried
out. "Tell me," said his Master, wrapping his hand around Draco's
saliva-slick cock and moving roughly; Draco panted and thrust into his hand.
"What would you have me do to you?"
Oh, God, he needed... "Fuck me," Draco begged, no longer
caring that the rough, lust-filled voice was Potter's and not his own.
"Fuck me, please, God, I'll die if you don't."
Severus's eyes were wide and his lips were parted. "You'll die without
my cock inside you, Mr Potter?"
"Yes, yes, please, sir." Draco pulled at his restraints,
wishing he could touch his Master as his hips bucked up helplessly. Severus
growled at Draco's (Potter's) words and grabbed his wand, casting a
lubricating spell. Draco felt the slickness on his cock and inside his body. He
whimpered softly; he needed Severus now.
Severus arranged Draco's legs on his shoulders, his erection nudging against
Draco's entrance. His hands grasped Draco's hips once more, effectively keeping
him from moving, as he eased past the ring of muscle, far, far too slowly for
Draco's liking. Didn't Severus know how much Draco needed him?
Once Severus was fully sheathed inside, Draco gave a shout, realising that
Potter was unbearably tight, causing Draco far more pain than he'd felt
in quite a long time. This quickly turned to pleasure-pain when Severus started
moving. Severus rocked against Draco's body, but just barely, their synchronised
breathing growing more ragged with each tiny thrust. Then, Severus pulled out
almost completely before pushing inside him again, his cock rubbing against
Draco's (not yours, not yours) prostate. Body in sensory overload, Draco
couldn't help throwing his head back and gasping.
Then, Severus increased his speed, soon pounding into Draco's body heedlessly
as Draco struggled against the shackles. Severus's eyes never left Draco's face
-- not when he thrashed against the pillow,, not when he nearly bit through his
lip because he needed Severus to touch him, and not when he stared back
unblinkingly. Without looking away, Severus's hand curled around Draco's cock;
the delicious friction of his Master's slick hand rubbing him caused him to cry
out. "I c-can't," he stuttered, shocked at how much he sounded like
Potter. "I'm going to...please...can I?"
Nodding, Severus grasped him more tightly and purred, "Come for me,
Harry." Draco was already too far gone to comprehend the words as he came
all over Potter's belly, crying out his Master's name again and again.
"Harry," Severus groaned as he grabbed Draco's thighs and
thrust once more, his voice breaking as he came shouting Potter's name (not
yours, never yours).
Draco's legs slid off Severus's shoulders as the bonds released. His Master
eased himself out of Draco's body, then crawled up alongside him, Draco rolling
onto his side to accommodate him. Severus pushed a lock of sweaty hair off
Draco's forehead as he tenderly placed a kiss at the nape of Draco's neck. He
thought he heard Severus murmur "one last taste" against his skin.
Then, Draco's stomach gave a loud rumble and, relieved, he felt his body return
to its natural state. Severus immediately rolled away.
Without looking at him, his Master said, "Thank you, Draco. Your
services will no longer be needed tonight. Please return to your own
chambers."
Draco nodded and slid off the bed, quickly dressing in his (ridiculous,
pointless, demeaning) clothes, and exiting without a word. He'd do anything
to please his Master, he told himself. Of course he did, Draco did everything
perfectly. His Master wanted him, Draco knew. He did.