I'm A Slave For You-Chp18

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Draco finally finished his homework, yawning and nearly falling asleep as he stole a look at the time. It was about a quarter to midnight and his eyes were threatening to shut forever and not open again. Lucky for him, tomorrow was a weekend, so he could afford to sleep late.

It has been a few months down the road since he and Remus were officially master and slave, and since Harry was separated from Severus into Albus' care. Draco would occasionally catch sight of Harry whenever he was lucky, but most of the time he never got the chance to approach him and say hi, and other times, Harry wouldn't give it to him. He would often give him that small grudging look and walk off whenever their eyes met (they always come across each other at a distance, never close range). Draco felt slightly guilty because he knew he was angry of his father separating them. He didn't dare to tell his godfather either that he saw him once in a while because as much as he wanted to help, he couldn't beat the Ministry's system, especially when it comes to giving out punishments. If his father ever caught him helping Severus meet up with Harry, he would probably be in deep shit.
Remus, who was sitting at his feet in waiting, noticed Draco's tiredness and got up, saying, "Time for bed, Drake."

"I guess," Draco sighed as he pushed his chair back.

"That's a lot of homework you got there, Drake," Remus commented at the pile of books on his desk, helping to massage Draco's shoulders.

"Father didn't like my last grades. I gotta make sure I gain them back this year, even more so when now I'm in 5th year and O.W.L. is coming soon," Draco replied, remembering the caning he got from Lucius last year for scoring below the marker Lucius set for him. A Malfoy never gets below 90. You are a disgrace, boy, and you must be taught a lesson, Draco remembered the exact words his father said when he was forced to lie on the floor on his stomach while his father caned him again and again with his snakehead rod. If it weren't for Remus who butted in saying that his mother needed him for something, he would've broken his back and he'd be rendered an invalid.

Of course, at that time, he wasn't much in good terms with him and not very grateful either. In fact, when Remus carried him to his bedroom and put cold cream on his bruises to ease the pain, he screamed at him to leave him alone and didn't want to talk to him for the rest of the day. He felt rather sorry for doing that, now that he thought about it.

"That's rather ridiculous of him. You are one of the brightest students in Hogwarts. If I were in his shoes, I'd be damn proud of it."

"Yes," Draco noted, "but if you were in his shoes I won't have you as a lover."

"True enough," Remus chuckled. He then carried Draco bridal style from his chair and said, "Off to bed with you, dear one."

"How about a bedtime fuck?"

"Normally kids like you would ask for a bedtime story," Remus grinned as he took him to the bed, teasing him by licking the tip of his nose.

"I am not a kid anymore, Remy."

"True, but," Remus puts Draco down on the bed, "technically you are a kid compared to me and kids shouldn't be asking for this."

So saying, Remus pinched Draco's nipples hard, tugging lightly at it, making the boy gasp.

"I don't care. I want you, Remy."

"Are you sure you don't want a bedtime story? I've helped one of my masters to baby-sit his kids before. I'm a very good storyteller," Remus asked, tracing his finger lightly on that nipple, teasing him even further.

"You give me a bedtime story, you will be sleeping on the floor," Draco growled, thrusting his hips up and trying to hump Remus' leg.

But Remus was still in a teasing mood. As he made up his story, he reached over to kiss his forehead, "Once upon a time, a young little master was getting horny in bed," he kissed his neck, "and was so desperate he asked," he sucked and bit the nipple he pinched, "a werewolf to fuck him. But he didn't know," he grabbed Draco's cock under his pants and teased it till it started to leak, "this werewolf have been pining for him since he stole a look at him," he started stroking the cock, making the boy hiss, "in the showers."

"The shower?" Draco grinned. "So that's why I keep feeling I've been watched. Naughty werewolf."

"That beautiful ass of yours really got me going," Remus said, leaving hickies all over Draco's body as he undressed him. "I was rather disappointed when you looked so tired just now. I thought we'd never get it on tonight."

"I may be tired, but it doesn't mean I have to do any of the work."

"True. I'll take good care of you tonight," Remus said as he ran his tongue all the way from his chin down to his chest to his navel and finally to his wanting cock.

"Hey, wait, you stopped the story," Draco pouted.

"I thought you said you're too old for stories," Remus grinned as he kissed the head of Draco's cock.

"But you got me interested."

"Alright," Remus agreed, sucking the tip of Draco's shaft. "So the werewolf devised the plan to drive the young master crazy," he took the head of the shaft in his mouth and sucked while both hands pinched and rubbed both Draco's nipples, "First he gives him a nice slow suck, licking him occasionally while he gives the young master a nice nipple massage."

"He's a very good wolf," Draco said before biting his lips, laying his head back to enjoy the ride.

"Then he takes him whole in his mouth and moves deliberately slow," Remus continued as he engulfed his cock around his mouth, sucking and deep-throating him really slowly.

"Fuck, dear Gods…"

Remus pushed Draco's hips up until he was literally holding Draco's ass up his face and continued to deep-throat him slowly while teasing the opening with his fingers.

"Your…Your story…" Draco was barely able to speak through his moans of ecstasy.

"Then," Remus pulled out to continue, "Before the young master explodes, he quickly pulls out and started licking his orifice of love," he turned to lick Draco's ass, twirling his tongue around the opening, not exactly entering him.

"That was a corny way to put it, but it is nice."

"He goes deeper and deeper, tasting every inch of the young master's sweet flesh," Remus continued his story, then did as his story dictated so, deliberately wriggling his tongue slowly as he made his way in.

"Fuck, Remus, so good."

"The young master tastes so good, like something only immortals have the right to have, but here he was, a mere werewolf enjoying the delicacy of heaven," he said as he stuck his tongue all the way in, wriggling it as his lips sucked the outer walls.

"Add your finger."

"The werewolf does as the young master commands it," Remus put in one finger, moving in and out slowly on purpose.

"With your tongue too."

Remus did so, his tongue and his finger working his magic of love on him.

"So good, Remus," Draco gasped, his breathing erratic.

"He keeps teasing the young master, not giving him what he truly wanted," he continued the 'story' in a teasing tone as he stuck his finger deeper and teased the prostate, not really touching it.

"How about he starts fucking his young master now, please?" Draco growled, his body unable to take this blissful torture any longer, what with his prostate being teased over and over again without even being able to feel the euphoria of seeing white hot flashes in his mind's eyes.

"That would be a nice follow-up to the story, but you're rushing the plotline. Have you forgotten who's the storyteller here?" Remus asked as he lowered Draco's hips and lined his cock against the opening, teasing it with the head of his shaft.

"In me, Remy. Please…" Draco begged, throwing his head from side to side. He wanted to feel that wonderful huge rod in him so badly he could cry.

"Pleased to see the young master begging for him, he thrusts forward," Remus said, entering him all the way to the hilt with one swift movement.

"Gods, yes!"

"He rams into him, hitting his sweet spot over and over again, until the young master screams," Remus pounded in, finding the prostate almost immediately, since he knew his little young master's body so well, and hit it just the way Draco liked it.

"Harder, Remus, fuck me!"

Remus soon immersed himself into ramming Draco into the bed, aiming the prostate and hitting it again and again with full force using a bit of his superhuman strength, straying away from the storytelling he was supposed to do. Draco was bombarded with all white hot flashes and stars—he couldn't tell which is which—that coursed through like numerous huge electrical jolts, as if he was being struck by lightning, that he, too, forgot to remind Remus to continue his story.

"Yes, yes, YES!!" Draco screamed, thrashing almost everywhere, his hands gripping tightly against the head of the bed.

Remus pushed Draco's legs until the knees were near the boy's face and piston his cock in and out wildly, fully hitting the sweet spot.

"Yes, wolf, claim your mate! Fuck me raw, you beast!"

Remus soon felt himself getting close and started reaching down to pump Draco's cock, wanting him to come with him. Draco tried to thrust along with Remus' strokes but was too much in pleasure by the crazy pounding to move. His body arched instead as he felt himself getting closer by Remus' pumping. He arched once, then twice, then soon came all over his stomach, chest, Remus' hand and a little on his face because of the body angle he was in. Remus let out a beast-like roar as he came torrents inside Draco seconds later, shuddering as his tremors surged all over his body. Moments later of emptying out each other, Draco relaxed and panted, his eyes closed, to catch his breath. Remus, on the other hand, pulled out and slumped down beside Draco, panting as well.

"And…they lived happily…ever after…" Remus said breathlessly. "The end."

"Good story," Draco chuckled, his eyes getting heavier after the afterglow settled in. "I really got into it."

Remus laughed softly at the pun he made and kissed his forehead, hugging him close to his chest. Fatigue and afterglow took effect on the young boy's body as he closed his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

Remus, with whatever strength he had left, cleaned up themselves before pulling the covers over themselves, joining Draco in slumber.