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saoni. You can find the art here. It is OMG beautiful. Harry's hair, the detail around the nose, the blindfold, *GAH*. I just had to write a fic for it.
This is the first of two fics inspired by this art. Please read the warnings!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Deprecor (pet)
Rating: NC-17
Pair: Lucius/Harry
Summary: Pride was an interesting thing. Harry had quite a bit of it. Pet did too.
Warnings: NonCon, Master/Slave, Dark!Fic
A/N: *wibbles* Please let me know what you all think of this. It's the first fic along this type that I've written. I'm not a smut writer, normally, so any comments would be greatly appreciated!
Pride was an interesting thing. Harry Potter had quite a bit of it, Harry was proud of the fact that he found and destroyed all of the Horcruxes. Harry was proud of the fact that he destroyed Voldemort. Harry was proud of the fact that he kept his friends alive while accomplished those two facts.
Harry’s pride started to leave him when the war erupted for real. Harry’s pride continued to leave him as he found body after body. Harry’s pride diminished with each death, each curse, each Unforgivable.
Harry still had quite a bit of pride when he was captured by Death Eaters in what would become the final battle. Voldemort may have been dead but the Light still lost. When Harry Potter was captured, Harry’s pride finished dying. Harry Potter ceased to exist.
In a darkened cell, the man formerly known as Harry Potter found out exactly what was expected of him. A backlit figure stood in the doorway and recited exactly what he would and would not be allowed.
“Everything you took for granted is gone. You must earn every privilege. You must earn the right to see, to hear, to speak, to wear clothing. Every infraction will be punished severely. Are you listening to me?” Harry nodded.
“Your only piece of clothing will be this.” The man held up a collar, black metal with a small amount of padding. “Put it on.” Harry shook his head.
“That’s one.” Harry merely glared at his new master. A swift crack of his cane and Harry cried out in pain.
“That’s two.” Another crack of his cane and Harry fell to the floor. A whimper escaped his lips as he hugged his chest.
“Very good, you can learn. Put it on.” Harry moved slowly to stand once more.
“That’s another. When I tell you to do something, you do it. There will not be hesitation. You are mine.” The dark words were reinforced by the cane jabbing Harry in the stomach. With a groan, Harry dropped to the ground again. “Put it on, Pet.” Harry stood, this time much quicker than before. With a defiant tilt to his chin, he shook his head once more.
“My name is Harry.” The cane whistled through the air as it connected, first with Harry’s cheek and then with his stomach.
“Put it on, pet.” Harry tried once more to stand. When he proved too weak, he shook his head. The cane connected, over and over until he mercifully passed out.
When Harry came to, it was to lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His body ached all over, his jaw felt fractured and ribs were broken. A groan passed his lips as he slowly looked towards the bed in the corner. There sat his captor, engulfed in shadows.
The man twirled the collar around his fingers. “Put it on.”
The collar spun through the air until it landed next to Harry’s curled body. Harry shook his head once more.
“Why do you make me hurt you, Pet?” This time, his captor cast Crucio on him. Mid-scream, he bit into his tongue as he passed out. This time, when he came to, the collar gleamed in front of him. When he looked to the bed, his captor sat, contemplating his fingernails.
“Put it on, pet.”
“My name is Harry.” Came through broken lips. Pain filled his body as he screamed.
The scene replayed itself over and over for what seemed to Harry to be years. It hardly varied. His captor would demand that he put on the collar and Harry would refuse or insist that his name was not Pet. He was punished until he passed out from the pain.
Finally, though, Harry started to wonder how to make the pain stop. The collar stayed in front of his vision. If he were to just put it on, it would stop, or so his captor would tell him. Shaking fingers reached out and touched the collar. The metal was smooth and cool against his fingers. The padding was much softer than he expected. When it snicked shut around his throat, Harry Potter ceased to exist.
“Very good, pet. You can learn.” The man stood and the light from the open doorway finally illuminated his features. Pet stared at Lucius Malfoy as he came closer. Lucius crouched and put his fingers under Pet’s chin as he looked at the damage.
“I’m very disappointed in you, pet. You made me hurt you, mar you.” A tut-tut flitted through the lips above Pet as a slow shake of the head swirled the blond hair that caught in the blood on Pet’s cheek. “You will need to remedy that. We shall start slowly.” Pet only stared. Lucius muttered a few spells and the broken bones melded together, the bruises faded and the blood dried up.
“Stand up.” Pet slowly pushed up from the ground and stood. “You do not look at me unless I give you permission.” Pet lowered his gaze.
“Put this on.” Pet saw a thick fold of cloth in front of him. Puzzled, he looked up at Lucius.
“Crucio!” Harry screamed and collapsed under the pain. When it stopped, his captor dangled the fabric in front of him.
“You must earn the right to see. Put it on.” Pet grabbed the cloth and tied it around his eyes. His world darkened and he could feel his nerve endings still crying. He could smell his sweat, his blood and to his shame, his waste. He could hear his panting as he still recovered from the Unforgivable. Shamed, he struggled to his knees.
“Very good, pet. This only took you one punishment to understand that you are mine. I think I shall have to reward you.” Pet felt something push his chin up. Lips met his in a kiss. Pet couldn’t help but remember the last time lips touched his. Those lips, so soft and effeminate were so different from these. The old adage “Like Father, Like Son” was wrong.
Pet pushed those thoughts out of his head as he felt the pressure of those dry lips. A tongue pushed into his mouth and plundered as Pet was unsure what he was allowed to do. Before he could respond, the tongue left and the lips pulled back.
“I was under the impression you knew what a kiss entailed, pet. Perhaps I was given inaccurate information.” Pet shook his head negatively.
“So you do know how to kiss, pet?” Pet nodded. “Then do make use of the skill. I should hate to punish you for not enjoying your reward sufficiently.”
This time, when those arid lips touched his, Pet kissed back. Tongues thrust against each other and both lips were moistened. When Lucius pulled back, Pet gave a small mewl of regret. A shiver ricocheted through Pet’s body as a hand glided down his cheek and across his neck.
“Stand up.” When Pet complied, Lucius once more issued an order. “Follow me.”
Being blindfolded, Pet was confused how he was to follow. As Lucius walked further and further from him, Pet felt the tug of an invisible leash around his neck. He followed the tug as Lucius winded through corridors until finally coming to a halt.
“This will be your room while you are obedient. Should you prove rebellious, you will go back to your cage. Do you understand me, pet?” Pet nodded while keeping his gaze towards the floor.
“Very good. You will start your new duties immediately. You exist for the sole purpose of giving me pleasure, do you understand?” Again, Pet nodded his head.
“Very good, you should be rewarded. You are allowed to be prepared. On your hands and knees.” Pet moved until he was in the requested position. His confusion about his reward evaporated as he felt a stretching and melting inside him. Just as he was getting used to the sensation, Lucius grabbed his hips and thrust into him.
As Lucius continued his thrusting, pet felt himself grow hard. Unsure what was allowed and what wasn’t, he stayed still.
“Very good, Pet. You figured that rule out on your own. You may come as your reward.” Pet felt his orgasm rip through him as Lucius’ filled him.
The routine didn’t change even if the positions and the demands did. On the few occasions that pet didn’t respond quickly enough for Lucius, he was punished with his time in his cell. Pet would earn the room back and so life would continue.
The day that Lucius deemed him devoted enough to be given his sight back; pet flinched as the light flooded into his eyes. With a cry, he covered his face. Lucius’ hand stroked his hair as he slowly adapted back to being able to see. Pet was quite happy that Lucius didn’t punish him for his negative response to his reward and curled into the older man’s body.
The light continued to pierce his vision and hurt his eyes during the following days. When Lucius came into the room with a thin green blindfold, pet smiled as he crawled over to his master. With soft hands, Lucius tied the fabric around pet’s face. Gratefully, pet turned his face up as Lucius pushed it with a riding crop.
“You are so very beautiful.” It was said with reverence and pet felt pride at pleasing his master so much that he would take away pet’s pain.
Pride was an interesting thing. Harry Potter had quite a bit of it before the war, before his capture, before his enslavement. Now, pet had quite a bit of it. He was proud of the fact that he was rarely punished anymore. He was proud of the fact that he was the favorite pet for his master. He was proud of the fact that he continued to be rewarded.
The second fic is much more my style and will be posted within the next day.
saoni. You can find the art here. It is OMG beautiful. Harry's hair, the detail around the nose, the blindfold, *GAH*. I just had to write a fic for it.This is the first of two fics inspired by this art. Please read the warnings!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Deprecor (pet)
Rating: NC-17
Pair: Lucius/Harry
Summary: Pride was an interesting thing. Harry had quite a bit of it. Pet did too.
Warnings: NonCon, Master/Slave, Dark!Fic
A/N: *wibbles* Please let me know what you all think of this. It's the first fic along this type that I've written. I'm not a smut writer, normally, so any comments would be greatly appreciated!
Pride was an interesting thing. Harry Potter had quite a bit of it, Harry was proud of the fact that he found and destroyed all of the Horcruxes. Harry was proud of the fact that he destroyed Voldemort. Harry was proud of the fact that he kept his friends alive while accomplished those two facts.
Harry’s pride started to leave him when the war erupted for real. Harry’s pride continued to leave him as he found body after body. Harry’s pride diminished with each death, each curse, each Unforgivable.
Harry still had quite a bit of pride when he was captured by Death Eaters in what would become the final battle. Voldemort may have been dead but the Light still lost. When Harry Potter was captured, Harry’s pride finished dying. Harry Potter ceased to exist.
In a darkened cell, the man formerly known as Harry Potter found out exactly what was expected of him. A backlit figure stood in the doorway and recited exactly what he would and would not be allowed.
“Everything you took for granted is gone. You must earn every privilege. You must earn the right to see, to hear, to speak, to wear clothing. Every infraction will be punished severely. Are you listening to me?” Harry nodded.
“Your only piece of clothing will be this.” The man held up a collar, black metal with a small amount of padding. “Put it on.” Harry shook his head.
“That’s one.” Harry merely glared at his new master. A swift crack of his cane and Harry cried out in pain.
“That’s two.” Another crack of his cane and Harry fell to the floor. A whimper escaped his lips as he hugged his chest.
“Very good, you can learn. Put it on.” Harry moved slowly to stand once more.
“That’s another. When I tell you to do something, you do it. There will not be hesitation. You are mine.” The dark words were reinforced by the cane jabbing Harry in the stomach. With a groan, Harry dropped to the ground again. “Put it on, Pet.” Harry stood, this time much quicker than before. With a defiant tilt to his chin, he shook his head once more.
“My name is Harry.” The cane whistled through the air as it connected, first with Harry’s cheek and then with his stomach.
“Put it on, pet.” Harry tried once more to stand. When he proved too weak, he shook his head. The cane connected, over and over until he mercifully passed out.
When Harry came to, it was to lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His body ached all over, his jaw felt fractured and ribs were broken. A groan passed his lips as he slowly looked towards the bed in the corner. There sat his captor, engulfed in shadows.
The man twirled the collar around his fingers. “Put it on.”
The collar spun through the air until it landed next to Harry’s curled body. Harry shook his head once more.
“Why do you make me hurt you, Pet?” This time, his captor cast Crucio on him. Mid-scream, he bit into his tongue as he passed out. This time, when he came to, the collar gleamed in front of him. When he looked to the bed, his captor sat, contemplating his fingernails.
“Put it on, pet.”
“My name is Harry.” Came through broken lips. Pain filled his body as he screamed.
The scene replayed itself over and over for what seemed to Harry to be years. It hardly varied. His captor would demand that he put on the collar and Harry would refuse or insist that his name was not Pet. He was punished until he passed out from the pain.
Finally, though, Harry started to wonder how to make the pain stop. The collar stayed in front of his vision. If he were to just put it on, it would stop, or so his captor would tell him. Shaking fingers reached out and touched the collar. The metal was smooth and cool against his fingers. The padding was much softer than he expected. When it snicked shut around his throat, Harry Potter ceased to exist.
“Very good, pet. You can learn.” The man stood and the light from the open doorway finally illuminated his features. Pet stared at Lucius Malfoy as he came closer. Lucius crouched and put his fingers under Pet’s chin as he looked at the damage.
“I’m very disappointed in you, pet. You made me hurt you, mar you.” A tut-tut flitted through the lips above Pet as a slow shake of the head swirled the blond hair that caught in the blood on Pet’s cheek. “You will need to remedy that. We shall start slowly.” Pet only stared. Lucius muttered a few spells and the broken bones melded together, the bruises faded and the blood dried up.
“Stand up.” Pet slowly pushed up from the ground and stood. “You do not look at me unless I give you permission.” Pet lowered his gaze.
“Put this on.” Pet saw a thick fold of cloth in front of him. Puzzled, he looked up at Lucius.
“Crucio!” Harry screamed and collapsed under the pain. When it stopped, his captor dangled the fabric in front of him.
“You must earn the right to see. Put it on.” Pet grabbed the cloth and tied it around his eyes. His world darkened and he could feel his nerve endings still crying. He could smell his sweat, his blood and to his shame, his waste. He could hear his panting as he still recovered from the Unforgivable. Shamed, he struggled to his knees.
“Very good, pet. This only took you one punishment to understand that you are mine. I think I shall have to reward you.” Pet felt something push his chin up. Lips met his in a kiss. Pet couldn’t help but remember the last time lips touched his. Those lips, so soft and effeminate were so different from these. The old adage “Like Father, Like Son” was wrong.
Pet pushed those thoughts out of his head as he felt the pressure of those dry lips. A tongue pushed into his mouth and plundered as Pet was unsure what he was allowed to do. Before he could respond, the tongue left and the lips pulled back.
“I was under the impression you knew what a kiss entailed, pet. Perhaps I was given inaccurate information.” Pet shook his head negatively.
“So you do know how to kiss, pet?” Pet nodded. “Then do make use of the skill. I should hate to punish you for not enjoying your reward sufficiently.”
This time, when those arid lips touched his, Pet kissed back. Tongues thrust against each other and both lips were moistened. When Lucius pulled back, Pet gave a small mewl of regret. A shiver ricocheted through Pet’s body as a hand glided down his cheek and across his neck.
“Stand up.” When Pet complied, Lucius once more issued an order. “Follow me.”
Being blindfolded, Pet was confused how he was to follow. As Lucius walked further and further from him, Pet felt the tug of an invisible leash around his neck. He followed the tug as Lucius winded through corridors until finally coming to a halt.
“This will be your room while you are obedient. Should you prove rebellious, you will go back to your cage. Do you understand me, pet?” Pet nodded while keeping his gaze towards the floor.
“Very good. You will start your new duties immediately. You exist for the sole purpose of giving me pleasure, do you understand?” Again, Pet nodded his head.
“Very good, you should be rewarded. You are allowed to be prepared. On your hands and knees.” Pet moved until he was in the requested position. His confusion about his reward evaporated as he felt a stretching and melting inside him. Just as he was getting used to the sensation, Lucius grabbed his hips and thrust into him.
As Lucius continued his thrusting, pet felt himself grow hard. Unsure what was allowed and what wasn’t, he stayed still.
“Very good, Pet. You figured that rule out on your own. You may come as your reward.” Pet felt his orgasm rip through him as Lucius’ filled him.
The routine didn’t change even if the positions and the demands did. On the few occasions that pet didn’t respond quickly enough for Lucius, he was punished with his time in his cell. Pet would earn the room back and so life would continue.
The day that Lucius deemed him devoted enough to be given his sight back; pet flinched as the light flooded into his eyes. With a cry, he covered his face. Lucius’ hand stroked his hair as he slowly adapted back to being able to see. Pet was quite happy that Lucius didn’t punish him for his negative response to his reward and curled into the older man’s body.
The light continued to pierce his vision and hurt his eyes during the following days. When Lucius came into the room with a thin green blindfold, pet smiled as he crawled over to his master. With soft hands, Lucius tied the fabric around pet’s face. Gratefully, pet turned his face up as Lucius pushed it with a riding crop.
“You are so very beautiful.” It was said with reverence and pet felt pride at pleasing his master so much that he would take away pet’s pain.
Pride was an interesting thing. Harry Potter had quite a bit of it before the war, before his capture, before his enslavement. Now, pet had quite a bit of it. He was proud of the fact that he was rarely punished anymore. He was proud of the fact that he was the favorite pet for his master. He was proud of the fact that he continued to be rewarded.
The second fic is much more my style and will be posted within the next day.
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Date: 2005-10-06 11:30 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it... it had me super wibbly. Much icon love, btw.
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Date: 2005-11-05 05:39 am (UTC)interesting and i liked the pride bit between harry and pet.