I'm A Slave For You-Chp28

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Semester break was going to come to a close within the next two week and Draco had yet to have any action with Remus. He was determined to at least get it down and dirty with him once before school reopens, but he never seemed to be in the mood. He would always give the excuse that he was tired because of chores or that he had to run errands, and sometimes even disappear before he had the chance to ask him. He would've made use of his power if he hadn't had his father reminding him the results of misusing it, but he was getting raunchy by the day, and Remus forcing abstinence on him was not helping him. In the end, the only thing that kept him at bay was burying himself in piles and piles of revision books, until he could almost memorize every word by heart. He might probably actually make to be the male version of Hermione Granger if he had kept this up, but unfortunately his brain capacity was not as vast as hers. By the end of the day, his brain felt as if it was going to melt out of his ears.

"Argh! I am so damn tired right now," Draco groaned as he leaned back at his chair a little too far and would've landed on the carpeted floor if Remus hadn't got up from his position in waiting to capture him, although personally Draco had wished Remus let him fall. A little bang on the back would do his exhausted mind a favour in ending its misery of information overload.

"You sure look like it," Remus chuckled as he pushed the chair back into its upright position. "Wanna take a break?"

"Yes, please!" Draco smiled in relief. "How about a walk?"

"Alright," Remus agreed as he helped Draco off his chair. "It's about time you rest your eyes and brain a bit."

"Sure," Draco replied, taking Remus by the hand and leading him out the yard. Remus followed his lead, walking around the huge backyard, being very quiet. It was pretty obvious that the incident was still haunting him, even though it has been almost more than a week. He had never felt this before, not even when he was violated by Lucius every night while he was still under his ownership and pining Draco secretly from afar. It might probably be the fact that now since he was officially with Draco that spurred and spilled out all that pain and guilt.

"The yard is too big," Draco commented as he looked around.

"Huh? I'm sorry?" Remus asked as he was a little distracted with his thoughts.

"The grounds," Draco repeated, gesturing at the huge backyard that had a small forest just a few miles behind. "Too vast. We could get lost."

"Don't worry. You have me. If that ever happens, I can get us out of here," Remus replied. He wasn't lying; his heightened sense of smell could get them anywhere they wanted, no questions asked.

"But what if I want to get lost?" Draco asked, looking at him with the eyes that Remus knew were naughty and playful, the eyes that he knew was the real Draco. He chuckled at that look.

"Drake, don't kid around. It's not something to trifle with."

"I wasn't," Draco grinned, meaning business.

Remus smiled weakly but didn't retaliate Draco's statement. He knew Draco was always finding ways to test his loyalty or test how far he would go to show how much he loved him, but at this moment, he didn't feel like he was worthy to do anything for his Young Master, not after his terrible betrayal to him that day in the kitchen.

"Remus, what is wrong?" Draco couldn't hold back his question any longer. He had been dying to ask this ever since Remus first denied sex from him that day. He tried to brush it off but the more he was denied the loving they usually have every other day, the more the question itched within him. "You are silent and far off. Something happen?"

"No, nothing happened," Remus replied, his face seemingly casual but his heart beating wildly, feeling nervous. Was he being obvious? Had his cover blown? Had someone told Draco about what happened? But he was sure no one was in the room when he and Lucius did that shameful deed…

"Yes, it did. That day you acted like you wanted me, you go make tea and then you don't want to be ten feet near me. Since then, every time I tried to get you fuck me blind, you always had an excuse, and you seem to be avoiding me in one way or another. Tell me the truth, Remy. Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened. Really. I'm just a little…tired from everyday chores, that's all. Nothing wrong about that, is it?"

"What do you do all day?" Draco demanded.

"The usual," Remus shrugged. "Cleaning up after you, cooking, washing, making your tea…"

"You're never tired by those trivial chores before."

"Well, there's always a first."

Draco narrowed his eyes, glaring at him skeptically. He knew he was lying. He could tell. Years having this half-werewolf around taught him the little tells and body languages he had whenever he was telling something far from the truth, like not looking at him directly in the eye, for instance, and also scratching an itch that was probably not there, which was exactly what he was doing now. His eyes darted down to where Remus was pretending to scratch and saw a mark was around his hip. Immediately he pulled the shirt up without warning and saw that it was a large bruise. Glaring at him, he demanded an explanation.

"What is that, Remus?"

Remus' breath hitched. He had totally forgotten that he had that bruise because Lucius held him tightly there so that he wouldn't struggle when he raped him that day. Quickly, he pulled his shirt down.

"Th…That's… That's nothing, I just…bumped against a table…"

"That is a fucking finger print, Remus! I'm not stupid!" Draco growled as he pulled the shirt up, seeing more bruises on the other side. His voice was shaking in anger as he asked, "Did you…Did someone fuck you?"

"No!" Remus replied almost too quickly. "No, no one fucked me! I would never…"

"Someone did, Remus. I know someone did!" Draco shouted, tears started coming out of his silver-grey eyes and down his fair cheeks. "Who was it, damn it! Who the fuck did you fuck?!"

"Draco, please," Remus said as he tried to wipe the tears away. The last thing he wanted was him to know that his father raped his one and only slave and get in trouble with him. "Don't be that way, please…"

"Then tell me!" Draco pushed his hands away hastily. "Just tell me!"

"I…" Remus wanted to, was dying to, but couldn't. "I can't…"

"Why? Do you love him?" His voice was now shaking with something else that Remus recognized as hate, anger, jealousy and the worst of all feelings he feared from him: disgust. That broke all Remus' reserves.

"No! No! How could you say that?! I love no one else but you! I would never love that bastard! Never! I hate him! I hate him with everything I've got! But he…" Remus looked down and shut his eyes tight, struggling hard not to cry.

"He…?" Draco thought, then the idea started to click. He knew his beloved had always hated someone, even before he was given ownership of the half-werewolf. He was the only person he would ever had that intense negative emotion… "My father?"

Remus soon broke down and cried. He hid his face in his hands, feeling utterly remorseful. Draco, after digesting everything in, glowered and his face became darker shade of colour, his eyes screaming bloody murder.

"I am going to kill him," the boy said quietly.

"No! No, please don't!" Remus begged, holding onto Draco's sleeves. He didn't want this to happen. Not this way.

"Go to our room now."

"No, I beg you, don't…Please…"

"To our bedroom, Remus Lupin, now."

Remus wanted to persuade him but knew he couldn't once he started calling him by his full name. He obediently walked back to the bedroom under Draco's watchful eye. As soon as he entered the room, Draco slammed the door and locked it with his own set of keys. As expected, the horrified Remus could be heard banging against the door and shouting out his name, begging him not to do anything stupid. He barked another order to tell him to stay put and don't move, calling him by his full name to emphasize the point. After standing out there waiting for Remus to quiet down, he stomped towards his father's study and barged in without even bothering to knock, glaring at him venomously.

"You bastard! You sick bastard!"

Lucius was quite taken aback, although he could pretty much guess what the outburst was about by the look on his son's face. He knew it was going to happen sooner or later anyway, either by Remus telling him intentionally or accidentally, or Draco had figured it out on his own, but that didn't mean he would allow his son to raise his voice at him.

"What is the meaning of this, boy?" Lucius asked sternly.

"Don't 'boy' me, Father. You touched my slave! Is it not enough that you had to ruin Uncle Sev and Harry's life? Now you have to ruin my slave?!"

"Watch who you're talking to, boy," Lucius stood up and moved towards his son, his pride challenged. "I will not tolerate such behaviour. And so what if I did touch your slave? He used to belong to me, and he is bound under the public property factor. You, the son of a Ministry member, should know better than to question that!"

"I don't give a damn about that public property factor! That's just a bunch of bullocks!" Draco yelled, willing away his tears. "You have that new slave Black gave you! Why can't you fuck her?! What do you have to touch my Remus?!"

"Because I feel like it. And because I don't think it's any of your business questioning my decisions. I am the man of the house and your father. My word is law. Now get out of this room before you embarrass yourself."

"No, Father. You are going to pay for hurting my Remus."

Without warning, he lunged at him, catching the older man by surprise as he pinned him to the ground with his own body weight. He wished he had his wand right now so that he could hex him with whatever curse he has got in his mind right now, but unfortunately, due to the rise in performing illegal under-aged magic back then when he was in his 2nd year, Hogwarts had made it a rule to have all students keep their wands in the school grounds under Filch's care until they have graduated and old enough to possess them, and that wand-using have to be confined within school hours till then. He leaned over him, punching him in the face until his nose bled. He knew when it was over he would be in BIG trouble but all that mattered now was to inflict pain on him as much as the latter did to his beloved.

His victory didn't last long. Lucius soon regained control of the situation as he reached for the wand that was built in together with his cane and pointed it at him, yelling out a spell to push him off. Draco flew off, hitting the wall, but in only a moment he was standing and charging towards him, anger and adrenaline fueling his desires to bash his father into a pulp. Lucius, again, suffered a few blows from Draco before grabbing both his wrists to stop him.

"You little snot! How dare you attack me?! I'm your father! Who do you think you are?!"

Draco just attacked him again, kicking his shin as a reply. Lucius took both his wrists in one hand and slapped his face with the other.

"I will not allow you to behave this in front of me, boy! Your mother would be very displeased if she had been here to see you like this! Now stop it!"

"I don't give a rat's ass what Mother thinks of me! Let go of me!" Draco snarled. "I hate you! I HATE you!"

"Good!" Lucius snarled back as he slapped Draco again and again, egging him on "Hate! Carry on and hate! That is what we Malfoys are! We hate the world for its impurity, for its vulgar existence and for its unfairness to us pure-bloods who deserve to be the rightful beings to run it! We hate the world that allows blood traitors, Mudbloods and Halflings to walk around as if they own it, as if they have equal rights as we do. We run on hate, boy, and the only way to quench it is to be who we are: Malfoys, the probable only true pure-blood amongst the damned world of impurities! It's in your blood! You cannot deny it!"

"Fuck you! I hope you burn in all seven hells!"

"On the contrary, boy, Lucius said in a dangerous husky tone that Draco knew too well meant trouble as the older man accio-s his cane, "you are going to be fucked."

So saying, Lucius used a spell to ground him onto the floor face down and uses another spell to strip his clothes off. Draco struggled against the spell but it was no use. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew his father was way much better in DADA spells than he was, as his father had always been a rather fond fan of the Dark Arts.

"Now," Lucius said smugly as he circled around the naked boy, rapping the cane on his palm. "What should we do about this behaviour you displayed just now?"

Draco remained silent, frowning at the floor with his mind cursing all sorts of vulgar obscenities he could come up with.

"I think, our boy needs to be disciplined…right about NOW!"

A loud crack of flesh was heard as Lucius rammed the cane onto his ass. Draco bit his lip as the first surge of pain shot through his whole body, but he kept looking at the ground, trying to distract himself with irrelevant thoughts. As Lucius continued to cane him, lecturing him about obedience, about being a Malfoy, and having pride and all that whatnot he had told Draco since he was a kid, each of his caning harder than the previous one, Draco let himself cry, but he refused to cry out loud, knowing Remus would come running as soon as he could hear him. He doubt that his orders and that thick door could hold his superhuman strength and his determination to save him could hold him back if that happened. Remus had always protected him through thick and thin, and it was his turn to protect him. He had learned to block out his father's rants anyway ever since he was old enough to know that whatever his father said were just bullshit blown in the wind.

Lucius continues to whack him until he was black and blue. Most of his blows were directed onto his butt, with a few other stray streaks on his side, his hips and his back. Finally, when he was tired of exerting his anger and energy on his son, he released the spell off him and went back to his seat to smoke his pipe.

"Let that be a lesson to you for biting the hand that feeds you. Now get dressed and get out of my sight."

Draco put on his clothes, wincing a little as his clothes brushed against his bruises, and ran out. His backside hurt so bad he feared his father had broken something. He stood outside his room and wiped his face off his tears, willing away anymore that were coming down. No matter how much it hurt, he knew it was nothing like being raped, and he was a Malfoy. Malfoys can take in anything. Malfoys are strong individuals who would not crack or be cracked. That was the only true thing he held firm from all the nonsense lecture his father bombarded at him. He took out his keys and unlocked the door before entering the room.

Remus, on the other hand, was getting worried that Draco had not returned. He had never wanted him to be involved in this. He had hoped that he himself would bear all the burden and hoped that the feeling would go away and slowly ease in to the fact that there was nothing that he could do about it and finally be comfortable with Draco, but all was backfired at that one disgusted question that was directed to him. He had the right mind to just break down the door and rushed to his Young Master's aid, and was about to do so when the door opened to reveal a grave-looking but nevertheless still-in-one-piece Draco, relieving him of his anxiety.

"Drake! Drake, oh, thank gods you're alright!" Remus cried as he reached over to hug him.

"Yeah," Draco replied as he patted his back, holding back a wince as he felt Remus' hand touch the bruise on his back, though it wasn't as bad a feeling as his ass was feeling. "I made Father's nose bleed, it was pretty cool."

"You did what?!" Remus exclaimed, horrified and amused at the same time. "You could've gotten yourself killed! Oh god, I was so worried I was going to see you in a Muggle body bag! That's what they always use when they take away my dead colleagues when something bad happens between them and their masters."

"My father would never kill me. I am his son and heir. The last thing he want ever since Mother was diagnosed by a medi-witch that she could no longer have children due to the trauma onto her womb after giving birth to me is to have me dead."

"I guess that much is true. Come on. It's been a long day. Forget studying. Forget everything just happened. You need rest. I can bathe with you if you want."

"Naw, let's just sleep, OK?" Draco shook his head and gave him a soft smile. He wouldn't want to let his beloved see the results of going against his father. Remus would tear him from limb to limb for sure.

Remus suspected something but decided not to question it. He could tell something was wrong, but thought it would be wise not to say anything. Draco was fine and in front of him, that's all that matters. He shrugged and said, "Alright. At least let me help you change in your night clothes."

"I think I'd rather sleep shirtless tonight. Help me take off my shirt first."

"Anything you say, my little Young Master."

Draco leaned a little closer and let Remus undo his shirt. He was lucky that the stray streaks on his side, hips and back were fairly light, so now it was just a little small dull of pink.

"Now yours."

Remus let Draco undo his clothes now, revealing the bruises on his hips much clearer. Draco ran his finger it, then leaned up to kiss Remis softly. Remus kissed back, running his hand along his body down to the ass, not knowing what happened there. Biting his lip to hold back a pained yelp, he pulled back and tried to smile casually.

"Let's sleep."

"Drake," Remus tried his luck to probe him. "Are you really alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry," Draco said as he got onto bed and tried to lie down, trying to hide the difficulty he was having not sitting on his butt. Remus, knowing he was slightly hurting—no one escapes Lucius without at least a little scratch—but tried to brush his worries away, helped him lie down in a way that he was facing him and not pressuring wherever he was hurt and held him close, humming him to sleep.

As Draco drifted off into slumber, he hoped his bruises would go away as quick as possible.