I'm A Slave For You-Chp29

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Remus stirred to see Draco no longer in his bed. He looked around to see the door of his bathroom slightly ajar and that he could hear water running in the bathtub. He slowly got up and looked at his discarded laundry to see if he had forgotten any clothes item to bring into the bathroom. Sure enough, with his excellent eyesight and observation (plus his sense of smell) he could tell that his Young Master have forgotten his underwear again.

Semester break was coming to a close, and soon he would only be able to see him during weekends. Draco told him that since O.W.L. was drawing near, he would have to again confine himself at the school grounds studying his head off for the exams, but promised that he would come home to visit during weekends whenever he can. He didn't mind the fact that he would see his beloved less, just as long as he got to see him, but ever since that confrontation he had with Lucius, he had slightly become distant with him. The boy claimed that he wanted to give him time to adjust to the situation and would only touch him that way if he was truly ready, but lately he had literally refrained from having any body contact with him. He allowed Remus to hold him or hug him, but only briefly and not a second longer, and these days he had often changed his clothes in the privacy of his bathroom. Before, Draco could care less if he was wandering around the room stark-naked while looking for his clothes after shower (which usually lead to hot saucy bedding in the process), but nowadays he insisted on changing in the bathroom and ordered Remus to not enter unless he said so. Even more suspicious was the fact that when he sat waiting hand and foot for Draco while the boy studied, he noticed that Draco had often requested for cushions on his chair and wouldn't tell why other than he felt like it.

But who was he to judge what his Young Master anyway? He lived to serve him, and that's exactly what he was going to do.

Draco, on the other hand, was examining himself in the mirror. His backside was still black and blue despite the fact that it had been almost a week since his brawl with his father. Lucius must've really exerted his force on him to leave such a long-lasting mark. Back then, when his father caned him, his bruises would usually last for at least 3 days, and less if he applied medication on it, which Remus always did for him. In his effort not to let Remus find out about this, he had been secretly nursing himself in the bathroom while he bathed alone with aloe-vera salve he smuggled from his mother's medicine cabinet. It stung at the touch and unable to see very clearly behind him made his nursing very sloppy, and he knew that he would need more than aloe-vera salve to ease the bruises. He needed something stronger and only Remus knew where the other better, stronger medicines were kept, but the last thing he wanted to do was consult him and let the cat out of the bag. He was so engrossed in examining his bruises that he had forgotten to close his door tight and had allowed Remus to enter suddenly with his forgotten underwear.

"Drake, you forgot your…" Remus' words died in his throat as he saw the bruises on his ass. His eyes widened in horror and looked up to a guilt-ridden Draco who tried unsuccessfully to turn around and cover his ass with his hands. "Drake…? What happened there?!"

"Nothing," Draco lied, his face couldn't go any paler if he tried.

Remus discarded the underwear and stomped to him, removing his hands to see the bruises. After a long 5 seconds, he asked in a quiet but murderous voice, "Did…Did Master do this to you?"

"It was punishment for attacking him. But I would be willing to take much worse if it's for your sake," Draco looked away at first, then turned back and cupped Remus' cheeks in his hands, "I bet it is nothing to getting raped."

Remus didn't reply. His face was dark and screaming bloody murder as he released Draco's hold on his face and got up quietly. Draco knew that expression, and it was far from good news. He had to try and persuade him from whatever he was thinking of doing.

"Don't look that way. It is not the bad really. In a few days, it will be gone," Draco tried to make light of the situation, putting up a strong smile.

Remus was beyond listening. He started to walk out of the room, his face dead set on killing Lucius for hurting his beloved. Draco quickly stopped him by grabbing his sleeves.

"No, Remus, don't! Please, if you hurt Father, he could sell you or kill you! Please, let's just forget everything, OK? I'm going to be just fine…"

"I will NOT allow him to get away with this!!" Remus spun round and snarled. Draco shrank back when he saw his eyes; they were golden and his fangs were slightly protruding. He knew what that meant. He was letting his emotions take over his rationale and they were bringing in his wolf nature. It was the exact same look Remus had when he was about to make mince meat out of the Head Cook with the two kitchen knives before Lucius subdued him with his silver rod. But he had no choice. He had to try and calm him down, for both of their sakes. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close until their noses touched.

"I order you not to," Draco said in a very stern, authoritative tone, making him know his place.

"He hurt you…He hurt you! I was supposed to protect you! He hurt you!" Remus screamed, his anger flaring as he struggled to keep control, his werewolf features creeping into his system at a snail pace, but still strong enough to make him feel more beast than human.

"And he hurt you. My pain is nothing to yours."

Remus wanted to fight back. He wanted to disobey his Young Master just this once. He wanted to push him away and scream at him to let him do his job as his slave. He wanted to just tear Lucius into shreds and leave no stone unturned to avenge his Young Master for causing him such pain. He wanted to. He wanted to do it so badly. But the human side of him knew it would bring nothing but misery, both to his Young Master and himself. No matter how Lucius treated his Young Master, he was still his father, his blood. He doubted Draco harboured any love of a son towards Lucius, but he knew he respected him for his certain attributes all the same. For him who had lost his parents at a young age and witnessed the only woman who cared to treat him like a real son die, he knew the pains of losing a loved one and he could not allow Draco to go through the same thing he did. He focused his gaze on Draco's eyes, breathing hard and struggling to will his wolf nature back until he was left with his usual golden eyes, tears pouring out of them, and his fangs slightly less protruding.

Draco, relieved that he finally managed to help Remus revert back to human, leaned up to kiss his cheek, then his nose and finally his mouth. Slowly and softly, Remus took his lips, giving tentative butterfly kisses, then kisses him deeper and more passionately, hugging him from the waist, being careful not to touch the tender flesh of his ass, and holding him close to his chest. Draco returned the kiss eagerly.

"I'm sorry…" Remus kissed him over and over again as he spoke, tears still flowing from his eyes that have now returned back to his normal brown. "I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry…I couldn't protect you…I betrayed you…I'm sorry…"

"You didn't betray me, my wolf. You never have," Draco said as he wiped his tears away and ran his hands down Remus' back in a comforting way. "I love you."

"I love you too…I love you so much…Oh why won't you let me avenge you? Why won't you let me appease this anger I feel for the person who had done this to you?"

"Because, Remy, you could get hurt again. I will not let that happen. I will do whatever I need to protect you."

"I thought I'm supposed to be doing the protecting around here," Remus' tone sounded pouty though his face was not. "You're my Young Master."

"And you are my slave and my lover. I would do the same to any man who dares touch you."

Remus grinned in his tears and lowered his head in shyness, "Stop. You're making me blush."

"I am serious," Draco said, smiling. "I will protect you as long as I live. You are mine and mine alone."

"And I will always belong to you, no matter what," Remus replied, smiling and looking tearfully back at him.

After a brief hug and another kiss, Remus helped to fill the bathtub with warm water and mixed it with solutions to make it a bubble bath to sooth the bruises on his buttocks. Slowly he picked him up like a small child with his superhuman strength and lowered him slowly into the bath, letting the boy's body adjust to the warmth of the water and the weightless bubbles tickled and massaged him gently. After making sure his Young Master was completely relaxed, he took out the sponge and slowly scrubbed him from head to toe.

"Remus," Draco voiced out as he quietly let Remus bathe him, "when I am 17 and an adult, we will be out of here. I will buy a house in the country and we can be alone with no one else. Father will never be allowed in."

"I would love that very much," Remus smiled as he applied soap at the other areas of the boy's body. "But would Master allow it? You're his only heir. It'd be natural he'd want you to inherit this place."

"Yes, but if I remember right, my great-great grandfather never lived here. He traveled a lot. That could work. Besides I hate it here. Too big and I still get lost."

"You've lived here for 15 years and you still get lost?" Remus asked in a surprised tone.

"Yep. Mostly in the west wing where the library is."

"Ah, I sometimes go there when it needs cleaning," Remus commented, remembering that he was required to dust the place and wipe the books clean every other month. "Of course, I rely on my sense of smell to get around."

"It smells like dust and old book, uck," Draco pulled out his tongue in disgust. "I very much prefer the smell of the rain or flowers."

"You really are the odd one out of the family tree, do you realize that?" Remus asked, carrying Draco bridal style out of the bath as soon as they were done.

"Yes. Father likes money, Mother likes jewels, and I like nature," Draco grinned, then turned to Remus and added, "and you."

Remus chuckled and tickled Draco's chin as he dried his beloved, taking care not to wipe too hard on the butt area, then remembered something and pointed, "Wait here. I promise I won't do anything."

As Remus wrapped Draco with the towel and left the bathroom to get whatever he wanted to get for him, the latter leaned against the counter and jumped back when his ass stung like hell, forgetting that he had bruises there. Maybe I could send for some potion from Uncle Sev…Oh, wait! He's already gone off to that quest for Harry, Draco sighed. And he thought he could confide to someone other than Remus about what happened. Uncle Sev had always been the better father than his own.

Soon Remus came back in with a bottle of whiskey-coloured liquid. He patted the bed and gestured him to come to him.

"Come to the bed, Drake, and lie on your belly. I got something much better to help you with those bruises."

"What the…?" He raised a brow but did it anyway, lying on the bed on his belly, his bluish-black bottom brandished at Remus. Remus poured a bit of the cold liquid onto his hand and rubbed it onto the bruises of the butt, the icy stinging feeling making Draco jump and yelp.

"Hey, that's a tender flesh you're touching there, pal! What is it you're putting on me anyway?"

"I know, but just bear with it, alright, love?" Remus comforted him, putting more of the liquid onto the other cheek, lathering it gently around and cover all the bruised areas. "It's an old remedy I learnt from the werewolf lady who took me in. A bit of whiskey, ginger and honey mixed together and stored in an oak-based cold cabinet for three months and you'll have an age-old remedy for the toughest bruises."

"You sound like those roadside sellers selling cheap merchandizes…" Draco's words stopped short as he felt the icy sting again. He bit onto the bed covers, trying not to call out. He knew Remus was trying to help his bruises get better but he couldn't help feeling that it hurt almost as bad as the caning did.

"Shh, shh, shh…It's OK. It's alright. I'm almost done now," Remus consoled him, putting another dose of the liqiud onto areas he had missed. He recapped the bottle as soon as he was done. "There. All done. You'll have to stay there and don't move until it is dry."

"What should I do to occupy my time in the meantime?" Draco chuckled, turning his head to the side to look at Remus. "I don't want to just lie here doing nothing, and I sure as hell do not want to look at any of those textbooks right now."

"I dunno," Remus shrugged. "What do you suggest?"

"Well I can think of a few things but you are not ready. How about some more kissing?"

"Your wish is my command, Young Master," Remus replied with an eager smile.

Slowly, the half-werewolf reached down to peck his lips. Draco stretched his hands up to thread his hands through Remus' hair. As the older man kissed him deeper, doing French, Draco started to mew slightly, his cock hardening as he was immediately aroused by the intimacy they were sharing. Remus looked to see the result of their tongue games and grinned.

"You seem excited, my love."

"Well, duh! It has been three weeks since I had my lover inside me and a week since I wanked. I practically lived in the world of endless revisions and a whole chain of nonsensical words ever since the semester break started without getting anything! Of course I am excited! Though I don't blame you for that, with what you went through."

"But you're not in a shape to have me inside you," Remus noted as he stole a look at his bruised butt.

"I know. I am starting to regret my actions." He sighed. "But I ache for it. What about those toys in Father's drawer you used to use when you were with him?"

"Hmm…That could work, but are you sure you want it?"

"Remus," Draco said in a desperate tone, "I was not the one raped and plus I need it. Not want, need it."

Remus winced a little at that 'rape' statement. It was evident that he had yet to adjust to the aftermath of the incident.

"Sorry," Draco realized what he said and stroked Remus' cheek, his heart scolding himself for being a bloody idiotic git.

"It's alright. I just need some time to adjust and accept the fact. I'll go get the toys."

So saying, he went off again for the second time, leaving Draco to lay there hoping that Remus had closed the door. The last thing he wanted was to have any of them seeing him like this in such a sorry state. Of course, lucky for him, Remus did remember shutting the door behind him. He sniffed around to make sure that Lucius was not at home before creeping into the master bedroom to look for the sex toys he remembered Lucius kept hidden in a secret compartment inside the wardrobe. Finding what he needed, he quickly made a dash out of the room and came back to Draco's room.

"I got it, Drake."

"Good," Draco replied in relief. He had his hand under him stroking himself while he was waiting for the older man to show up. Remus brandished the toy as a dark red-coloured dildo that quite long and thick, with small bumps surrounding the length. Unlike Muggle dildos, sex toys in the magical operated in a way where even Squibs can activate it without even needing the use of a wand. It worked on wandless magic, so as long as you are not a pure Muggle, you can make the dildo vibrate by just whispering the correct spell which will be given by the seller when you buy it from his/her shop. Draco blushed at the sight, a very vivid mental image in his head of how that thing would feel if it were to be inside him.

"Please, Remy, put it in me now."

Remus lubricated the dildo as much as possible by licking and sucking at it, covering it with a generous amount of saliva as he said, "Bear with it. I'll have to open up your butt-cheeks a bit to put it in. This means I'll have to touch your bruises for a few seconds."

"OK," Draco agreed, fondling himself harder to distract himself from the pain that is to come.

Slowly and carefully, Remus pried the cheeks open a little bit to find the opening, giving the toy a few more sucks before lining it and slowly inching it into the hole. Draco gripped his covers, feeling both the pain as his bruised ass was touched and the sting that came as the loosely lubricated toy was slid, but unlike his last experience with little to no prep during the first night Remus made him a man, he loved the burn. He couldn't care less if he felt as if he was impaled with a sword; the feeling of being filled up by something was too good to be given up for trivial pains such as these.

"You ready to feel its glory, love?" Remus asked as he inched it deeper and deeper until it was to the hilt.

"Yes," Draco sighed as he felt himself filled completely. "But it's much smaller than you."

"Well, you won't think that once you feel this," Remus chuckled before he leaned near the dildo and whispered, "Vibrato."

Almost immediately, the dildo came to life, letting out a long, deep humming sound as it vibrated in Draco's ass. Draco nearly arched off the bed as the dildo worked its magic on the inner walls of his anus, making the poor deprived boy screaming "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" over and over again. Remus looked at him in amusement at first, his own erection slowly coming to life as well. Removing his pants, he lifted Draco's hips up a little.

"Get up nice and easy and go on all fours, love, and don't touch the toy."

"It…feels so…good…!" Draco moaned as he did as he was told.

Remus responded by going down under him in a 69 position and started sucking Draco off, causing the boy to cry out his pet name over and over again against the pleasurable assault on both sides. The half-werewolf held onto Draco's hips lightly to lower him a little as he sucked him harder. Feeling that he shouldn't be the only one having all the fun, Draco leaned his blonde head down as well, taking his beloved's man meat out of his pants and into his mouth. Remus' breath hitched as he felt Draco's mouth sucking lightly on the head of his cock, but continued to suck him off. Draco ran his hands down Remus' thighs, sucking him long and hard, hoping that what he did would make up for what Lucius have done to him. Remus moaned at Draco blowing him, sucking the boy even harder and his fingers massaging the boy's balls. Occasionally he would pull out and whisper 'Vibrato' at the toy to make it vibrate harder before blowing him again, sending jolts of pleasurable shocks all the way up and down Draco's spine and making him arch his back even harder and his cock even deeper into Remus' mouth, not that the older man minded, anyway.

"Re…Remy…I'm so close…" Draco mumbled almost incoherently as he pulled off from Remus' cock and taking himself out of Remus' mouth.

"Don't go away, let me drink you."

As soon as he said that, he captured Draco's cock again and sucked him hard, his finger reaching over to press the end of the vibrating dildo deeper onto the sweet spot and twisted it around a little, letting the toy wriggle around in the boy, the vibration hitting every corner of the inner muscles. That movement totally did Draco in as he came hard from his insides being assaulted by the wondrous sex tool, screaming a long stream of 'Fuck' along the way. Remus drank in every drop, savouring the taste that he missed so much as he pumped himself. Moments later, he came as well, moaning ecstatically, in which Draco quickly leaned down to lick it clean off the cum.

"OK…" Draco panted as he winced, his spot feeling very spent right now and pain from the bruises started to kick in once the ecstasy of coming started to subside, but not entirely gone. "The dildo can come out now."

Remus whispered "Halt" to the dildo and it stopped vibrating as soon as it started. He carefully laid the boy back on his stomach and took the toy out, taking care not to brush it against his baby blues so much and smiled satisfied to both himself and Draco.

"That was something new. We should try it again sometime. You want to keep this? I'm sure Master won't miss it that much."

"Yes, most definitely," Draco smiled in the afterglow.

"I'll help you keep it. You look tired. Wanna rest up for the day?"

"We barely even got up!" Draco laughed as he watched Remus hid the dildo underneath the underwear in the underwear drawer. "I bet we totally missed breakfast! But, sure, why not? Good excuse for me not to study today."

"Good. I'll wake you when lunch's ready."

"No, I want you to sleep with me."

Draco already rolled on his side and had his hands held open for Remus, waiting for him to join him to bed.

Who was he to refuse?