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The three men took a moment to calm down after the sheer joy of showing that they'd managed to get one over on the Great Albus Dumbledore before making sure they no had packed up everything they might need. Thankfully, or not, depending on how you looked at it, neither of them had very much with them, something Harry was already planning on changing. Harry knew that Remus was a proud man but was it really too hard to get the man to accept a few second hand suits or maybe some of Mrs Weasley's leftovers while he was between jobs. It's not like Dumbledore hadn't known where Remus was all that time or else how would he have found him so quickly after the debacle with Lockhart.
That's not to say that there wasn't any packing to do. Poor Kreacher had taken it upon himself to pack up all of the Black family heirlooms and take them to a different Black property, one that Sirius's grandfather Arcturus had resided in until only a few years previous, out on the west coast of Wales. Apparently he had retired to the coast after Albus Dumbledore had launched a campaign against him. According to Walburga, old Arcturus had set up a benevolent fund to help Muggleborn witches and wizards afford all of their school supplies after learning about an apparent Muggleborn in the year below her and Lucretia.
The boy, one Tom Riddle, had been a poor orphan and had really struggled when he first arrived at the school despite being a very talented wizard. The idea had been well received but certain sectors, namely Dumbledore, had taken great issue with it especially when Arcturus suggested the Muggleborn do an inheritance test to see if any of them had relatives in the wizarding world who could help. That were when the rumours had started up about Arcturus having paid his way to his award, partially true but still widely exaggerated, and Arcturus soon found people turning against him, especially when rumours started to abound about the boy, Tom Riddle, being behind the Dark Lord who was wreaking such havoc. Harry admitted that it was true, his dear Dark Lord was born Tom Riddle, but agreed with Walburga that that was no reason to take away from the good that the fund would have done to people entering their world for the first time.
It had been another awakening for Sirius, to learn that his family hadn't actually been as Dark as some people had tried to make out and Sirius had actually apologised to his mother for allowing himself to become so distant over the years.
"It's not your fault Sirius, you were clearly manipulated from the start. I believe that Dumbledore saw an opportunity with you and pressed as much as he could. Having a Black onside is never a bad thing, especially as you were the heir. I'm not disappointed though, it may well have helped keep you safe over the years. With you alive he had theoretical access to the Black Estate. It does seem very coincidental that you were provided with a reason to escape only a year and a half after his death."
"Well he was late doing the inspection that year," Sirius admitted, "apparently there had been some carfuffle with Hogwarts Dumbledore that year."
Harry scoffed. "That's an understatement. The year before you was the year the Basilisk got out and students were being petrified left, right and centre. Lucius Malfoy managed to get Dumbledore sacked, I remember at the time thinking that it seemed really unfair but, in hindsight he really could have done more."
"Why do I get the feeling that that is Dumbledore's constant modus operendi," Remus sighed. "Always making sure he was seen to do something but it never quite being enough. I think we could probably spend forever arguing about whether that's by design or due to sheer stupidity but I think we can all agree that Hogwarts is going to be a lot safer without him at the helm."
"I think the wizarding world will be too," Sirius said, "with Dumbledore ousted from all his seats of power."
"I dread to think what would have happened to you all if you'd continued to follow that madman. Honestly I'm just happy to know that you will be safe," Walburga smiled at them all but the turned to look at Sirius. "I will miss our little chats though."
"I will too, mother. I only wish I hadn't been such a fool when I was younger and missed so much."
"And I wish we could have pushed harder against your conviction but it's a moot point now. I have no regrets though, you've grown into a fine man, although I don't know if I'd call you young anymore. Just make sure you bring my grandchildren to visit when they arrive."
"Mother!" Sirius exclaimed.
"What? Don't pretend that it isn't an option, you are more than powerful enough to father a child by a werewolf mate."
"We haven't gotten that far yet," Remus muttered, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
"Why not?" Harry queried. "Its great fun."
Walburga's portrait laughed as Remus blushed more.
"It's more complicated than that for us," Sirius explained. "For starters we haven't had the freedom. Last year year I was on the run, then Remus was sent to the werewolf colony and, since he's been back, we've had Molly Weasley breathing down our necks almost waiting for us to do something that would be deemed inappropriate."
"They have an issue with homosexuality as it is but with my lycathropy." Remus frowned and shook his head sadly. Sirius grabbed his partner's hand for support causing Remus to smile. "There are laws in place, some of them quite recent, that state that the child of a werewolf must be checked for any signs of lycathropy. Its not a guarantee that the child of a werewolf and a human will have the gene you see, and many werewolves refuse to have children to prevent passing it, but some do and there is a fear that those children will grow up to become even stronger. There are rumours. Rumours of pregnant women having sudden miscarriages or babies being taken at birth and never seen again. No one cares though, not when it happens to werewolves, so the stories never amount to anything."
"That's awful," Harry gasped, "and we are definitely going to see about getting those laws changed quickly, to give you guys basic rights at least."
They finish saying goodbye to Walburga and Dobby transports them to the Dark Lord's mansion while Kreacher is still busy with heirlooms. Sirius and Remus seem impressed by the place and Harry can't blame them, what with the best place they likely each seen in the last 10 years being Grimmauld Place which was dreary at best. The Dark Lord had seemed to have gone for tasteful and understated elegance, although there was a clear penchant for darker colours, especially green, but it still had an air of warmth, although the man's smile of greeting definitely helped. Harry didn't feel the least bit ashamed to run up to the man to kiss him as soon as his feet touched the ground.
When the kiss was broken the Dark Lord smiled at Harry before turning to the other two.
"Welcome to my home, please consider it as your own while you are here. You are free to go anywhere you like except mine and Harry's room without express permission, just as neither of us will enter yours without the same, it's only polite after all. The old ballroom is generally where I have my meetings now. You are marked now so there is no reason you can't come in although, despite being marked, I don't class you as death eaters so you needn't feel obliged."
Harry smiled and squeezed the Dark Lord's hand. He would have to think of some way to thank the man later. If Dumbledore had taught him anything over the years it was that it was always a good idea to reward behaviour you wanted to encourage.
The Dark Lord led the pair to their room, well, suite really as there was a dressing room and ensuite with room enough in the bedroom itself for a seating area, much like the Dark Lord's room, or his and Harry's as it was now, and didn't that thought make him grin. The Dark Lord had even gone so far as to have the place done out in Gryffindor colours to make them more at home and Harry found himself going all mushy over the man all over again and he quickly found himself saying goodbye to Sirius and Remus, using the excuse of giving them time to settle, and dragging the Dark Lord next door.
"You seem eager for something my love," the Dark Lord grinned, not seeming to mind being manhandled in the slightest. "Do you have something on your mind?"
"Oh yes," Harry smirked. "I am very impressed with how you've been handling all of this and I think you deserve a reward."
"And I suppose my reward is you?"
Harry frowned a bit. "Well yes and no, because you can have me anytime so that doesn't really feel like a reward. I was thinking more of letting you do whatever you want to me tonight."
The Dark Lord gaped at him. "Are you sure Harry? That's a big risk for you."
"I know but I trust you," Harry stated flatly only causing the Dark Lord to gape more.
"You do realise how ridiculous that sounds!"
"I know," Harry snickered, "but I also know that you have come quite attached to the idea of having me around so I trust that you won't do anything that would seriously hurt me and risk me leaving. I'm aware that there are probably a whole host of things that you want to try with me so I'm giving you free reign to suggest something, or some things, that you might have been wary about for some reason."
"Only if you're sure," the Dark Lord said, still not sounding completely convinced.
Harry simply smiled. "How do you want me, my Lord?"
"Marked. Putting that mark on your hip was all well and good but I want people to be able to see that you are mine. I want your body to bear the traces of our love making. It was always a risk before but that is not the case now and I feel the need to show the world that you're mine."
"As you wish my Lord," Harry smiled, not batting an eyelid. The Dark Lord growled low in his throat and pulled Harry in for a fierce kiss that had Harry moaning instantly, although it ended almost as quickly as it had begun. When the Dark Lord pulled back he looked deep into Harry's eyes, as if searching for some kind of hesitation. Harry assumed he hadn't found any when he stepped back, his face taking on a veneer of indifference as he commanded Harry to strip, an order that Harry was more than happy to obey.
"Now stand in front of the mirror and look yourself in the eye. I do not want to catch you looking anywhere else."
Harry did as he was told, realising that this was almost a test, to make sure Harry was sure of what he was offering. Harry couldn't complain, what he had offered the Dark Lord was a test as well of sorts; of how much Harry could trust him, and how much the Dark Lord trusted himself. He could have easily brushed it off saying that he wasn't in the mood for anything like that but he seemed to be grabbing it with both hands, just as Harry suspected he would.
The Dark Lord walked over carrying a couple of bundles of what looked like rope.
"Have you ever heard of the art of Shibari love?" Harry shook his head. "It is a form of bondage that originated in Japan. It uses intricate knots to create designs that not only restrict movement but also look beautiful. Obviously there are many variables to think about and I'll admit this is something that I've previously only read about so you'll have to bear with me for a bit, but I want to see you decorated in something of my design. I would also love some reminders of it for later and, as I don't trust myself to tie things too tightly and risk any sort of permanent damage, I have chosen some rougher rope. If it becomes too much for you, however, let me know and we can switch to the silk."
"It will be fine my Lord," Harry grinned, shaking his head a bit. He had a high pain tolerance and he was hoping that he could use the opportunity to help prove it to the man. Harry, unfortunately, was not well versed in all of this yet so didn't have the confidence to suggest things but, hopefully, in time, he would be able to push the Dark Lord's boundaries as much as his own.
The Dark Lord huffed and pulled on Harry's hips to get him to stand back a bit. He slipped off his outer robes but otherwise remained clothed as he unwound the first bundle of rope.
"This first one is a sort of chest harness known as Karada," the Dark Lord explained, finding the middle of the rope and wrapping it around the back of Harry's neck. He kept the rope somewhat loose, tying the two sides together in a knot in it in the middle of Harry's sternum, followed by a series of four more knots down the length of the rope, finishing off just above Harry's groin. He then brought the two lengths down, ghosting around Harry's cock, between his legs and up his back. He worked methodically around Harry, bringing the rope back around to the front, weaving it into the gap between the first and second knot, twisting to secure it a bit as he pulled the rope back around to Harry's back, creating a diamond shape on Harry's chest, knotting the rope again at the back to secure it. He continued to work his way down and Harry watched, fascinated as a series of diamond shapes formed down the length of his chest. It was so easy to get lost in it all, the rasp of the rough rope as it was drawn against Harry's skin sent a delicious thrill of fission through him but, at the same time, there was something almost meditative about watching the pattern grow against his skin. There was something about the whole process that seemed to draw them together as well, even though they weren't saying a word. When the Dark Lord stood behind him when he finished and smiled at Harry in the mirror.
"Beautiful," he whispered, dropping a kiss against Harry's cheek, causing Harry to blush. "Are you ready for more?"
"If you wish my Lord," Harry breathed, loving how visibly the Dark Lord was affected by him simply standing there.
The Dark Lord unravelled another length of rope and tied an intriguing knot that created two loops that he slid them over Harry's shoulders.
"I'm going to bind your arms now so you will want to keep your shoulders relaxed."
Harry nodded and took a deep breath, allowing his shoulders to drop. A knot was tied in the middle of Harry's shoulder blades. There was a bit of pulling on the ropes which caused more of that lovely friction and then more rope was being slid up to Harry's upper arms and he was encouraged to hold his hands behind his back as the ropes were tightened and Harry found his posture straightening. More rope was looped around Harry's arms, above his elbows and halfway down his forearms, pulling Harry's arms tighter together, causing a stretch across his chest that caused the rope to rub against his skin more as his chest was pressed forward.
The Dark Lord held eye contact with Harry through the mirror and stroked Harry's fingers until they twitched, watching for any sign of discomfort.
"I want to do one more lot of binding I want to do," the Dark Lord informed him. "It's called Futomomo, to bind your thighs, and I think you'll need to lie on the bed for it."
The Dark Lord walked Harry over to the bed and laid him on his side. Wrapping the rope around Harry's ankle, he used it to draw Harry's foot to his thigh before winding it around Harry's thigh and calf four times along the length before laddering it down to secure each section in place. When he was done the Dark Lord pinched and moved Harry's foot and pressed his thigh up to check for movement. Satisfied he repeated the process with the other leg before turning Harry over to kneel on the bed.
The Dark Lord stepped back to admire his work. "You really are a work of art like that Harry."
Harry smiled and ducked his head. "Thank you my Lord." When he looked up he saw that the Dark Lord was holding a camera, only it looked to be made out of plastic. "Is that a muggle camera?"
"Indeed it is my love. It might surprise you that I have one but I don't hate all muggle technology and this one I believe is actually superior to its wizarding counterpart. You see, wizarding photos are a great gimmick but they miss the beauty of what a photograph is: a snapshot in time, never to be repeated. We may do this again but it will never be the same as this first instance. A wizarding photo moves, essentially creating new memories, almost adulterating the ones that were there. Muggle photos preserve the memory so that we can relive it at a later date."
Harry nodded, conscious of the man taking snaps of him all while he made his speech, feeling himself blush at the look of wonderment and adoration the Dark Lord was giving him. A blindfold was produced and placed over Harry's eyes and Harry couldn't help gasping as his consciousness dropped down to just the feel of the rope against his skin.
Harry gasped as he suddenly felt many things whip against his chest.
"Tilt your head back my love," the Dark Lord commanded, "I don't want to accidentally mark that pretty face of yours."
Harry did as he was told, relaxing his shoulders and puffing out his chest. He gasped as his chest was whipped again and whimpered as one of the tails clipped his nipple piercing.
It was crazy. Harry had never remembered being this turned on before: his cock was rock hard and dripping and he had barely been touched. The blows to his chest continued, slowly building as Harry's whimpers turned to mewls as the pressure in him grew but the lack of direct stimulation meant that he would not be able to find release. He found himself adjusting his position to try to play with his anus to try to get something, anything, to push him over the edge.
"Hold on pet," the Dark Lord cooed, "I'm just as desperate to fill you as you are to be filled but I don't want you to finish too quickly."
The whipping stopped but Harry felt himself turned face down onto the bed, his knees hanging over the edge and he felt some cold wet gel poured over his hole before the Dark Lord quickly opened him up. Harry realised that he must be as turned on as Harry as he had barely had three fingers inside him when he felt the Dark Lord adjust his position and suddenly the blunt head of his cock was pushing inside Harry. Harry whined. The preparation hadn't quite been enough and his muscles burned in protestation as they were suddenly forced to stretch.
"Are you alright, pet?" the Dark Lord grunted.
"Fine," Harry groaned, adding "don't stop" when he realised he didn't sound particularly fine, even to himself. It hurt, he wasn't about to lie about that even to himself, but Harry didn't fear pain, he had felt it all of his life in one way or another, and at least he knew this pain would recede to be replaced with glorious pleasure. To his relief the Dark Lord didn't stop, pushing through at a steady pace until he had bottomed out.
"Colour, my love," the Dark Lord panted, pausing to catch his breath as both he and Harry adjusted.
"Green my Lord," Harry smiled. "This bit is always green."
The Dark Lord leaned down to press a kiss to Harry's shoulder. "I hope 'always' is the right word."
Harry smiled, even as he gasped as the Dark Lord began to move. His words had felt a little like something permanent and Harry couldn't fight the joy that coursed through him at the thought. Not that he could think on the subject for long as his brain soon started to overload. The Dark Lord's rough movements caused the rope to rub against his body, adding an extra bite to the joy he already felt at being filled, something that was only further enhanced by his position. He felt like every inch of him was bound, even the ropes against his chest adding to that feeling even though they were more of a decoration. Its like he was a toy, crafted by the Dark Lord's own hands, there for him to use at his leisure. Its something that possibly should have disgusted Harry but, instead, it delighted him. He was happy to let his partner move and manipulate his body at will; there was something freeing in being able to completely let go like that, safe in the knowledge that his Lord would not do anything to truly hurt him.
The pace of the Dark Lord's thrusts was hard but, even in his frenzy, he didn't forget to try to find Harry's prostate, making things as good for Harry as he could. It took some rearranging but eventually they got there, the Dark Lord hammering into it as soon as they did, causing Harry's brain to short circuit from the pleasure overload and he screamed his release as his vision faded to black. When he came to, he found his blindfold was gone and the Dark Lord was undoing the ropes around his legs, massaging the skin and muscles as he did to encourage the blood flow.
"We definitely need to do this again but I think I'll need to stretch first," Harry grouced, "my muscles ache like crazy.".
The Dark Lord smiled and pressed sucking kisses to each of Harry's hips. "There is an Eastern practice called yoga that is meant to be good for flexibility but, in the meantime, how about a nice long, hot bath together.
Harry tilted his head to grin at his partner. "That sounds absolutely wonderful."