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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius/Harry
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Songfic
  Collections:
      The_Quidditch_Pitch
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-19 Words: 1733
****** Teach Me How to Drown ******
by Cluegirl
Summary
     The meeting between them might be on Lucius Malfoy's terms, but
     Harry's got expectations of his own, and he means to see them
     fulfilled.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Hearing returned first, as the pounding of blood receded like a tide from his
ears. Then came a sense of being a little cold under the ferocious tingling
aftershocks that cascaded across his body. He managed to work a couple of
painfully dry swallows into his lungs' desperate rhythm, a tiny little whimper
at the horrible scratch-and-stick of his parched throat tissues.
Then the weight next to him shifted. A sense of looming, arching over, a
tickling drift of long hair across his sticky chest. Water poured into a glass,
the sound of a working throat just over his own. He whimpered again, but it
came out as a dry rattle instead. He was thirsty enough to suck the tears from
his blindfold, and the sound of drinking so close was simply maddening.
A breath of amusement. Then the hair drifted away, and lips came down, cool and
wet against his own. He opened to them, and moaned relief as they passed water
like a benediction into his arid mouth. He swallowed, glad it wasn't cold,
because his throat hurt enough as it was. When the lips came away, he yearned
after them like a baby bird.
"Please!" He managed a croak.
Again, the delicate snort, then the lips came back, and lingered to deliver a
thorough kiss after delivering the water. Twice more, with the kiss longer
between each. Then he heard the glass chime against the table, and the weight
beside him shifted back.
"So. Was it what you expected?" Lucius asked, deftly unknotting the silk -- now
icily wet against Harry's eyes -- and pulling it loose with a slithering sound.
Harry flinched at the light, and the smug assuredness in the Death Eater's
voice. But then strong fingers caught his chin, and held him until he could
brave the glare. Lucius looked as smug as he'd sounded.
"Answer, Boy."
"No," Harry said at last, "And you know it. I didn't know what to expect -
- that was the whole reason for this." Some part of him was pleased at the
flicker of anger that response won from Malfoy's glacial eyes. But a wiser part
of him hastily reminded the rest that he was still chained to the bed, and his
wand wouldn't re-appear for another ten minutes, as per their agreement. "It
was...intense." A peace offering.
"You demanded no less." Accepted.
"I demanded?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
Lucius smirked and ghosted a hand down Harry's striped chest -- just enough
pressure to make him hiss, arch and shiver. "Of course. You know just the note
to scream when you want more," he leaned in to lick one of the long pink welts
from end to end, "Yes. That note."
Harry felt the smile against his quivering stomach, and managed to let his
breath out. "There -- I," he swallowed, "We haven't time." He rattled the chain
on his wrist by way of a hint, and was ignored.
"You are so responsive, Mr. Potter," Malfoy murmured, running his hand up over
Harry's knee and thigh, but steering wide of his spent, sore cock, "So pliant,
in your own ferocious way; a man could search the world for a toy like you, and
never find your equal."
"That's because I'm not a toy." Harry gritted, yanking on the wrist chains. The
right one pulled its anchoring from the wall with a splintering crunch,
startling them both to silence. Then Harry began to snicker. "Guess that means
we're done."
Lucius raised one eyebrow and scowled, but compared to Snape's death glare, it
only made the blond look confused. He gave it up when Harry's giggles only
increased. "Child, you've no idea what I could do with the -" a glance at the
hourglass, "-eight minutes left to our agreement."
Harry tensed. "You swore-"
"A wizard's oath. I do remember, Potter." Lucius banished the un-anchored
chain, then ran his wand over the still-prone boy's body, as much to see the
glint of alarm as to check for unseen damage. "And seeing as how my magic has
not abandoned me, it would appear that the Geas is satisfied that you are
neither permanently damaged -- mentally, physically, or spiritually -- nor have
I betrayed you to any other of my Lord's agents."
"And you've still got seven minutes, to resist that temptation," Harry didn't
bother to hide his distrust. Now that the sex was over, he was less than happy
with the stinging welts, scream-sore throat, and... well... other aches the
encounter had left him with. "I'd like to be cleaned up and dressed when that
portkey activates, you know."
"No doubt." Lucius smiled in that nasty way he had, and cast a scouring charm.
Harry yelped as the magic set off sharp sparks of pain in every sore inch of
his skin. "But you came to me to learn something," he waved one elegant hand
around the elegantly appointed room, taking in the open armoires with their
racks of tools displayed, the tables, specialized chairs, slings, and benches,
"about 'all that stuff', I believe, was how you put it. As your instructor, a
final examination is part of my-" a perfect little quirk of his lips, "duties."
He banished the chains anchoring Harry's legs, as well as the spreader-bar and
its straps from his knees.
"So then, you must tell me what you have learned from 'all this stuff'," he
said, settling at the foot of the bed while Harry used his still-anchored wrist
to pull himself up to sit against the headboard, "Be precise, and please
dispense with delicacy -- I have been up your arse, after all."
Harry felt his cheeks flame, struggled with the shame for a moment, then gave
up and let it wash over him, and away. "That," he said, opening his eyes.
Lucius's eyebrow invited him to explain, and Harry shrugged. "I have trouble
controlling my emotions, especially the dark ones. Voldemort-" he pretended not
to notice Lucius's flinch at his unconcerned use of the name, "has used that
against me before this, as I'm sure you know."
Lucius nodded, and did not look pleased anymore. "So your coming to me was a
strategic move."
"And your agreeing to this wasn't?" Harry challenged, "You wanted to get your
hooks into me, learn what you could while you had me here. Hell, you probably
expected I would just be sounding you out for information myself, didn't you?"
Lucius's carefully blank face was admission enough, so Harry went on. "I needed
to see if I could let go. I mean really let go, with someone I hated."
Lucius smirked, obviously proud of himself. "Well, I'd say you definitely let
go, Mr. Potter. Your surrender was most memorable, in fact. Now kindly
enlighten me as to just why you would think you needed such a thing."
"Because I'm not sure I can stand up to Voldemort square on." Harry wielded the
revelation like a hammer, knowing it would stun the loyal Death Eater silent
long enough for him to finish. "But if I can submit, duck under him, out-wait
him, then I might be able to take him from behind after he thinks I'm beaten."
He allowed himself a smile, "Someone I know called that Topping from Below, but
I think of it as suckering my enemy any way I can."
"What else?" The blond's voice was like iron.
Harry glanced at the hourglass, then swallowed. Three more minutes. He offered
a distraction he knew Lucius wanted to hear. "I learned some things about
pain."
"Such as?" And so quickly it simply had to be an act, Lucius was back to being
smug and feline, his wand cradled in the crook of his arm, where the sleeve of
his robe rode up and displayed just the bottom edge of his Mark. Noting Harry's
gaze, he used his wand to nudge the sleeve farther up, and shamelessly display
the brand of his allegiance.
Harry glanced away and gave up a shy smile. "Such as how to ride it, how when
you don't struggle against it, it lets you go faster... even how to like it a
bit. Should prove useful the next time one of you hits me with Cruciatus."
That surprised a bark of laughter out of Lucius, but a frown followed. "What
else have you used me for then, my brash young Lion?"
"Well," Harry demurred, "I did get off... several times." He added at Lucius's
stern glare. "And I'm more relaxed than I've been since term started, which is
always a good thing going into pre-holiday exams."
Lucius stared for another long moment, then shook back his ivory hair and
laughed. "Be glad we are enemies, young Potter," He offered, waving his wand at
the last remaining chain, "for were you my ally, I would not rest until I owned
you more completely than you could imagine possible."
"Instead, I just get the wrong end of your wand whenever we meet." Harry
grumbled, "But I guess you don't try to take what you know you can't keep, do
you, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Tempting though it may be, you intoxicating creature, no." Lucius nodded at
the pile of Harry's clothes, now within his reach on the far bedside table.
"Dress yourself, Potter. It's almost time for your portkey to arrive."
Harry settled the robes over his head, and quelled the urge to sigh in relief
when at the rigid length of his wand, re-materialized inside the inner seam of
his sleeve. Just in time. Harry rubbed his wrist, thoughtfully glanced up at
the hourglass in time to see the last of the vitriolic green sand slip through
its throat. "There. One hour and five minutes. So you can be sure I didn't take
polyjuice."
Lucius, pouring himself a glass of yellow wine from the bar in the corner, did
not turn to look. "Believe me, Mr. Potter, I would have known."
The portkey arrived with a faint whipcrack sound; a chocolate frog with a
Honeydukes tag on the back, falling onto the bed, just where Harry had been
pinioned only moments before. But Harry hesitated, watching while his enemy
stoppered the wine decanter and raised his glass toward his lips.
"Lucius?"
A sidelong glance, the glass stilled, the eyebrow raised. "Mm?"
Harry smiled, "Thank you."
Lucius smirked again, and turned his shoulder to the youth. Harry waited until
he was swallowing to hit him with an Obliviatus.
                                      Fin
End Notes
     Teach Me How To Drown
     By Unto Ashes
     There's something I can't do
     I don't know how
     Just asking for some rope
     It's killing me;
     I'm way out here
     I can't see the shore...
     Teach you how to swim,
     teach me how to drown
     Teach you how to swim,
     teach me how to drown
     Hold on to me tight
     Don't let me drift away
     Just asking for your hand
     It's killing me;
     Sinking into warmth
     nothing left but down...
     Teach you how to swim,
     teach me how to drown
     Teach you how to swim,
     teach me how to drown
     Words & Music by Michael Laird
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