I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU
A few people were hanging about at the Grand Hall of the Malfoy manor, making small talk with each other as they waited for the main event. Following by their sides were a couple of slaves each that were ordered to sit at a corner while they chit-chatted, and the slaves took this opportunity to talk to each other and get to know each other as well. They were all waiting for the birthday boy and the master of the ceremony to appear while the servant walked around pouring drinks and serving finger food while the mistress of the house walked about entertaining each and every one of them while they waited.Draco was in his room looking at the mirror, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself for the party, although he knew the focus wouldn't exactly be on him but on his father. He knew long enough in his whole life as a Malfoy that there was no genuine relationship between those associated to his family, only acquaintances or profit-based connections hidden behind a façade of forced sincerity and generosity. His father was one of the most powerful and prominent figures in the Ministry and everyone wanted to be on his good side, and he knew his father wanted nothing more than to wrap all those bastard up around his little finger, relishing the thought of stringing them up like marionettes and do them away as long as he sees amusement in playing God at their fate. There was never once a gathering in his household that had nothing to do with kissing his father's ass and licking his boots to curry his favour. Today would probably be no different.
His father's words about the condition he had to comply in order to receive his birthday gift continued to linger in his mind. He still couldn't believe that his own father would ask such an atrocious request, but he knew that if he did not comply, he would not get what he wanted. A Malfoy always gets what he wants, no matter what it takes, he remembered his father often reminded him the old family adage, and he knew his father always got what he wanted. He didn't want to imagine what his father did to get to the top of the Ministry food chain, but if he himself were to rip Remus off his lecherous sadistic father's arms and keep him all to himself for the rest of his life, he had to do whatever it takes.
A knock on the door soon brought him out of his muse. He quickly pulled his hair back and tried to adjust it as smoothly as possible before letting whoever it was outside in. It was none other than Remus, coming in to bring the suit he needed to wear for his birthday party downstairs.
"Your clothes are here, Young Master," Remus said. "I made sure they were pressed and dressed as perfectly as possible.
"Close the door," Draco ordered, in which he did so. His voice slowly faltered as soon as they were alone in their own privacy. "Remus…"
Remus could tell from the tone that there was something going on. He quickly set the clothes aside and knelt at Draco's feet, "What is it, Draco?"
"Father, he…" Draco sniffed, not letting his tears fall. He had to be strong for this. He smiled wryly and said, "Father had agreed to my request. I get to have you for my birthday."
Remus was shocked, "I…I don't know what to say…I'm…I'm surprised that you would even ask him for me…"
"That's not only it…" Draco said hesitantly, pausing for a while before continuing, "Will…Will you…I mean…go gentle on me tonight, please?"
"W…What do you mean? I don't understand," Remus asked, confused.
"Father is willing to give you to me on one condition," Draco took a shaky breath, "He wants you to make me a man and…he wants to watch it along with Mother. That means we…have to have sex in front of them."
Remus felt like his head had been hit by a mallet as he sank to the floor, going pale. How could he? He knew his Master was cruel, but he didn't think he would do this to his own son! He didn't mind being humiliated by him, but his own son?! Was it so important to put a price on everything he owned? Anger and agony crept into his heart as he gripped his fists and slammed them onto the ground, repulsed by his Master's atrocity.
"How…How could he…?!"
"But…I get you. That's all it matters. As long as I get you, I don't care what happens to me," Draco said, running his hand through Remus' chocolate-brown hair.
"But…But I have to defile you in front of them…"
"Try not to say it that way," Draco sighed. "I trust you."
Remus closed his eyes, trying to regain composure. If he had to do whatever his Master wanted in order to be free from him, he would at least give it his best for his lover.
"I will try to make you feel pleasurable," Remus said as he hugged his Young Master. "I promise."
After hugging for a few moments, Draco tried to smile cheerfully and tore himself gently away from Remus.
"Help me change?"
Remus didn't need to be asked twice.
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Draco had built a rather high reputation of being one of the brightest (and richest) students of Hogwarts and most influential next his father in the Ministry, and had been the most prominent and popular member of the Slytherin House who is sort of the 'bread winner' when it comes to earning points for his house. And of course, everyone in Slytherin, sometimes even from other houses, wanted to get on his good side as his father had always been the major voice of the Ministry, and girls and gay boys alike are most definitely wanting to be his 'trophy sweetheart' so that they could have the share of the Malfoy inheritance and live a life of pure wealth and high status. No matter how tired he was of pretending to be high and mighty in school, he had a reputation to keep. The Malfoy family demanded it. So, in order to do the family proud, he kept Crabbe and Goyle as his loyal lackeys by his side due to their slightly well-off background (most probably because Lucius was paying their fathers high sums to make their sons keep an eye on him) and chose Pansy Parkinson as his 'trophy girlfriend' not only because of her looks, but also because her mother, who was just as rich as their family, was in his mother's Secret Wives Club (he definitely didn't want to know what's so 'secret' about it) and was a very dear childhood friend to his mother. Besides, he needed someone to keep the other hormone/money-crazed losers away from him and needed her to satisfy his lust while he secretly pined for Remus from afar.
Now that he knew he was going to get his birthday present anytime soon, and the deal that went with it, he was getting more and more nervous by the moment, and his friends and his 'trophy girlfriend' no longer became the issue of his concern. All he wanted was right there, waiting behind closed doors. He felt both excited and scared to face what was coming to him.
Meanwhile, amidst all the adults, Severus was sitting on a big chair at the far end of the room with Harry on his lap. He had not let the boy off his lap the whole time, and depended on passing by servants to bring him the party food. Even when he went to the bathroom, he brought Harry with him. He refused to leave the boy from his sight no matter what, and only allowed the people to see him but not touch, and secretly took pride in the people speaking highly of how obedient and quiet his little slave was sitting there without even moving an inch or uttering a peep without his Master's orders. He never moved from his seat and wouldn't want to participate in any of the other guests' conversation. All he needed was Harry on his lap. No one else mattered.
Which wasn't a bad thing if Harry's presence hadn't been helping his erection much.
Harry, on the other hand, didn't mind staying on Severus' lap. He knew no one there and he didn't recognize any of the slaves that were gathered at one corner talking amongst themselves. Even if he wanted to join them, he wouldn't know how to talk to them anyway. He managed to catch a glimpse of the birthday boy who was surrounded by kids his age, and he had to admit he looked very pretty for a boy. He imagined that if he were as old as his Master, he would definitely look exactly like his blonde father who was going around entertaining the other guests. For once Harry was wearing something decent: a long-sleeved navy green shirt with an earth-green vest to match, a pair of dark-blue jeans and a pair of clean white socks. He didn't wear any shoes though because Severus insisted on carrying him. His Master wouldn't even think of letting him on the ground for fear of lecherous hands reaching over to touch him. He could feel something bulging under his thighs where he sat on Severus' lap, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that his Master was being 'excited'. He stole a look at Severus warily, wondering if he was 'excited' because of him or because of someone else in the room. He was about to ask when someone with long, wild hair and feisty handsome looks came over to him with a sort of child-like naughtiness in the air.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't Snivellus finally decided to come out of his cave and join the living!"
Severus glared coldly at him. Sirius Black. The last person he'd want to see.
"And if it isn't Black. Planning on getting drunk again? I expect your ass was killing you last time. Or maybe you love it?" Severus said as he petted his slave's head, not exactly looking at him.
Obviously, those words offended Sirius as he reached over to grab him by the collar, only to be stopped by Lucius who got there just in time.
"Now, now, boys. Play nice. It's my son's birthday. I won't have any violence and people behaving like uncivilized barbarians around here."
"We were just catching up on a little old times, Luc," Sirius replied as he tore off his hand from Lucius' grip. "Nothing to it."
"Good. Now I know you guys go way back and have a lot of unpleasant moments between each other, but those were the young and reckless days. Let's keep it behind us and act a little level-headed, shall we?"
"If you say so," Severus muttered.
"Yeah, whatever," Sirius grumbled. His eyes soon cast towards Harry sitting on Severus' lap and exclaimed, "Well, I'll be darned! Isn't that Potter's kid?"
"Could be," Severus put his hand on Harry's leg. "What is it to you, Black?"
"No, seriously, Snivellus. That," Sirius said as he pointed at Harry, "is our James Potter's son! You know James Potter from school, don'tcha?"
"We've learnt that he is school celebrities James Potter and Lily Evans' son," Lucius replied as he briefly described Harry's background and how he ended up becoming a slave. "Wait, weren't you with James Potter during school? The Marauders' Group as you called it? You used to give Severus a really hard time then."
"I know. Me a.k.a. Padfoot, Lily a.k.a. Moony, Peter Pettigrew a.k.a. Wormtail and James a.k.a. Prongs. Those were the days. But I stopped talking to him ever since he stole Lily away from me in 5th year. We disbanded soon after. Poor Wormtail had to belong in some group so badly that he went and join that crazy Riddle guy on some crazy manslaughter. Glad he and the Riddle guy did him away good and dead. Never really liked his guts anyway. Big show-off and all with his fancy Quidditch gimmicks and all that…"
"I didn't like him anymore than you do either, Black," Severus interrupted Sirius' rambling, "but that is not the point. Now run along Black, I think I see a bottle with your name on it."
"You know," Sirius rubbed his chin with interest and eyed eagerly at Harry, "For the son of my enemy, you grew up pretty cute. I saw you once as a 1-year-old toddler at your birthday party before all the buzz about their murder happened. Nice ol' Lily thought it would be nice to invite me for old times' sake, but of course I still didn't talk to that old backstabber one bit. You've gotten really beautiful. Must've got it from your mother, eh? Especially the eyes…"
He was about to reach out to take Harry's chin to take a closer look when Severus, in a flash, grabbed Sirius' hand.
"Touch him and you never have that hand again," he growled, his other hand tightening on Harry's leg.
"Geez, Snivellus!" Sirius huffed as he flicked Severus' hand off him. "You're uptight as always. Humph! Who cares about that Potter spawn anyways?"
"Do you have to be so anti-social, Severus?" Lucius sighed as he watched Sirius walking over to the bar and ordered a strong drink.
"He will not touch what is mine," Severus stated.
"Very well, have it your way. I suggest you be ready with your present. The gift-giving is about to start."
As Lucius walked away, Harry shivered a little. He thought his Master was going to have a brawl with Sirius when he grabbed the other man's hand—and personally, he felt a sort of foreboding aura on the wild-haired handsome man—but sighed in relief when nothing happened. There was just something about Sirius that he did not really like, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he reached over to touch him, but thankfully his Master was there to stop him. He clung onto Severus' coat, looking up at him timidly, "Mah?"
"Shh, it's alright, Harry. I will not let anyone touch you, pet," Severus promised as he kissed his head, making the boy giggle.
An hour later, people started giving their presents to Draco. Draco accepted them graciously and opened them one by one. He got a lot of meaningless things like journals, which he had 50 of, books, brooms, robes, trinkets and such. The only original gift he ever got was a rare plant of the Scotland locks from his godfather Severus, which was helped given by his slave Harry with a cute, timid smile and a small blush across his face. So this is the slave Father's been talking about, Draco thought as he took the gift from Harry's hands and patted his head, smiling to himself as the little boy tottered quickly back into Severus' arms. He had heard his parents gossiping about Severus during one dinner night, about how infatuated he was to a mere common sex slave and how silly it was for his godfather to put his emotions over one small boy who barely even understand the meaning of love and its superficiality, and Draco silently listened to all this while his heart was repulsed by their bad-mouthing, but one look at Harry who quietly gave him the plant while flashing what probably was the most brilliant and most innocent smile he had ever seen, he could understand why Severus was so obsessed with him.
"And now, for my gift," Lucius voiced out, getting everyone's attention. Draco's breath hitched quietly. This was it. The moment of truth. "Since my son is old enough, it's about time he deserves an adult gift."
With that he gestured to a servant to bring the gift in. The servant nodded and disappeared behind a door before leading Remus into the Grand Hall on a leash. Remus was totally naked when he entered, with only a pair of wolf ears worn on his head. Sirius was the first to react as he whistled and clapped at the sight, prompting everyone else except Severus to follow suite. Remus looked as if he was pretty much used to being naked in front of everyone else and didn't protest when some naughty lecherous hands reached over to grope him, but he dared not to look at Draco in the eye. He felt guilty enough as it is to be in this state in front of his lover. He didn't want to see Draco's face to make him feel even guiltier.
Draco blushed slightly. He didn't blame Remus one bit to be looking like this, but his heart did ache with jealousy as the lecherous hands continue to grope his slave as he made his way towards him. Lucius took the leash from there and licked Remus' chin a little before passing it to his son, giving him a knowing look as a reminder of their deal.
"Thank you, Father," Draco said as he took the leash, nodding slightly as a cue that he never forgot the deal. How could he? Such an outlandish request was not something to be easily forgotten.
"Kiss him, man!" Sirius shouted as he poured himself some more bourbon. "Sex slaves gotta kiss their new Masters! It's initiation, baby!"
"You can be so devilish sometimes, Black," Lucius grinned, then turned to his son. "Well, you heard him, boy. Now that you're his new Master, you should started off by showing him you claim him as your own."
"Most definitely," Draco grinned outwardly in relish, ignoring his 'trophy girlfriend' Pansy Parkinson who was whimpering and protesting, only to be held back by her mother with a stern look, but inwardly Draco was disgusted, thinking, Of course, old man. You would just love a good show, wouldn't you? A sneak preview of what's to come.
So saying, he pulled Remus' leash to claim his lips, savouring the taste of Remus on his. He tasted of overripe strawberries, probably eating the leftovers in the kitchen before he was set up into this, but secretly he loved every moment of Remus' tongue slowly parting his lips to kiss him deeper. Remus, on the other hand, could taste shrimp cocktail on him and couldn't help wanting more of his delectable crevice. They would've enjoyed more if there weren't people watching, whooping and clapping as they whistled their approval. They quickly broke apart before their kiss got anymore enticing and Remus sat right next to Draco's feet in submission.
"Typical Black," Severus grumbled to himself as he watched the display in disgust. "He would love nothing more than to get into other people's pants and have a free show at the same time."
Harry, who was watching Remus and Draco do their thing the whole time, suddenly lit up and seemed to recognize the older man. Hurriedly, he pointed at Remus and exclaimed, "Mah!"
"What is it, pet?" Severus asked.
"Mah!" Harry repeated as he kept on pointing at Remus.
"That slave? Do you know him?"
Harry couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly jumped off Severus' lap and ran to Remus, wrapping his arms around his waist and squealed in delight, taking the older man totally by surprise.
"Wha…What…? Ha…Harry?"
Harry squealed again, truly glad that Remus recognized him, nuzzling his face all over Remus's back.
"So much for no touching," Sirius muttered while sipping his bourbon, giving Severus a sneering look. Severus glared back at him before standing up and walking over in a near-run pace.
"Harry, get back here."
Harry instinctively cowered behind Remus, afraid that his Master would tear him away from his long lost friend, which was pretty much what Severus was trying to do.
"Harry, please, go back to your Master," Remus urged, but met with the utmost refusal as Harry shook his head hard.
"How do you know Harry, slave?" Severus demanded.
"I'm…I'm sorry, sir…" Remus stammered as he tried to pry Harry away from him, all eyes looking at him in curiosity, disapproval or surprise. "We met at the business a few years back before I was bought by Master Malfoy. He…uh…was trained by me for a while…"
"Trained by you, you say?" Sirius rubbed his chin with interest, a mental image of what sort of 'training' Remus had given Harry surfacing in his perverted mind.
"Shut up, Black!" Severus snapped at him before turning to Remus, taking Harry's hand. "Come on, Harry."
Harry squealed in protest as he resisted Severus' pull. There was no way his Master was going to separate him from the only friend he had. It had been so long since he seen him and now that he had the chance, he didn't want to let it go. He shook his head and held onto Remus tight.
"Harry, obey me. Let go of him."
Harry refused to listen, still clinging onto him.
"Discipline your slave, Severus," Lucius stepped forward, giving him a warning look. Severus wanted to protest but saw all eyes on him now. He knew then that Lucius was speaking for all the guests who were watching in disapproval.
"Harry," Severus called his name again in a warning tone and soon a tug of war ensued. Remus wanted to help but he couldn't do anything, not with his ex-Master there giving him an annoyed look. All he could do was reluctantly try to pry the little screaming boy off his waist. After some tugging, Severus managed to grab Harry's arms and pulled him off Remus.
"Stop this now, Harry, or you are going to get punished."
Harry didn't care. He knew he was supposed to obey his Master but there was Remus right there. He wanted him. He needed him. Somehow at that moment, nothing else mattered, not even his Master. As long as he could get a hold of Remus, everything was either fine or could go to hell. He struggled, flailed and kicked, trying to pull away from Severus' grasp, desperately reaching for Remus who was holding Draco's hand, his face filled with uncertainty. Draco also looked torn as whether to let poor Harry come to Remus or leave his godfather to handle the situation.
"Discipline him or I will do it for you," Lucius whispered to Severus' ear, his voice meaning business.
Severus bit his inner cheek. He didn't want to do this. He had never resorted to violence to teach Harry and he vowed never to treat Harry any less than a human being. But one look at Lucius' cold angry eyes and his hand on his snake head rod told him that he was serious. The rod was bound to either bruise the boy or break his bones, and he would never want that to happen. He promised to himself that he would never let anyone touch his pet, not even family. He had to do this. Reaching down, he raised his hand high and slapped Harry hard on his leg.
"Stop this!"
That shocked Harry out of his outburst and stopped him abruptly. An uncomfortable silence hung in the hall as Harry widened his eyes in disbelief at his Master. Did Severus just hit him? He had never hit him before. Why was he doing this?
Severus quickly leaned down and whispered to Harry's ear, his face a serious look to deceive the guest into believing that he was giving him a harsh warning, "I can arrange you to see him later, but right now you must stop this. You are embarrassing me."
Harry's eyes flared in anger at this betrayal for a moment and glared in contempt at Severus, but seeing Severus' cold face (which he didn't know he put on as a front for the guests) and the guests whispered and nodded in approval at Severus' disciplinary action to Harry, his eyes softened in defeat and stopped resisting. His gaze cast down like an obedient slave, he followed behind Severus back to his seat and didn't fight when Severus pulled him onto his lap. The atmosphere soon eased down and everyone went back to celebrating the birthday party. Throughout the rest of the party, aside from the occasional chit-chat between the guests and Severus and them looking and studying Harry with non-platonic interest, Harry didn't want to look at his Master all night long. He only stared at Remus who was sitting at Draco's feet serving him whatever party food and drinks he wanted him to get. He longed for Remus to come over and take him away from his Master's lap but he could tell that Remus was just as powerless as he was over his own Master.
Severus just sighed and didn't touch Harry the rest of the night.
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