Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Harry groaned and arched his back craning his head to the side as Blaise peppered kisses from his lip then down to his neck. Just a few minutes earlier, his world felt as if it was turning upside down, and one touch from Blaise and everything seemed to calm inside of him. Harry guessed that Blaise would be a good kisser. His mind was going hazy just feeling the soft plush lips against his. He loved the way Blaise felt, and the man's scent was driving him so fucking crazy. He wanted to lay bare giving himself to Blaise without feeling any inhibition. He'd already forgotten why or what was bothering him the second Blaise lips touched him.

Blaise kissed his way back to Harry's mouth, pulling him into a kiss that made his toes curl. Their passionate kiss lasted a while, and Harry abruptly stopped when his brain reminded him that something wasn't right. From all his research on lawyers and clients, they shouldn't get involved. It was against some ethical code that solicitors took agreeing to never get involved with their clients.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he said, voicing his thoughts to Blaise as he got up. This time he was mindful of where he stepped, embarrassing himself for the second time was not a good thing.

"Why?" Blaise asked, reaching out for him, but Harry held onto his hand, stopping him by grabbing onto his wrist.

"This me and you," Harry answered. "Well, not yet anyway?"

"What do you mean by that?" Blaise got his hands loose and grabbed onto Harry pulling him down on top of him before he could get away, again.

Harry gave in; it wasn't as if he didn't want to be in the other man's arms. He loved being there. He buried his face in Blaise's muscled chest. Being around Blaise made him feel so different he couldn't explain it with the right words not even to himself. From the first time, they bumped into each other; Harry wanted to drop to his knees and worship the other man. He wasn't joking when he called Blaise, Master. The words rolled off his tongue perfectly and fit Blaise's dominant stature. He knew the wanted Blaise to be his. There was something about the other man that called to him. In just a few short moments Blaise had made him feel special.

"Hey, look at me," Blaise said, putting a finger under his chin lifting his face. "Why shouldn't I kiss you or anything else when I know you want it as much as I do?"

"Because you're my lawyer now and…" Blaise silenced him by placing a finger on his lips.

"I haven't taken the job yet."

"But I thought…" Blaise quieted him again.

"Minnaar, stop worrying, I know what you're thinking, and it doesn't work that way in the wizarding world. My affection for you will not hinder or affect my job as your lawyer. From now on it's my job to take care of you."

Harry didn't hear anything else but the word Minnaar. "What does that mean?" Harry whispered.

"What?" Blaise asked.

"Mi…"

"Minnaar?" Blaise finished for him, and Harry nodded. "It means lover, in the African dialect."

"You think I'm your lover?" Harry asked in surprise.

Blaise smiled, "Don't you want to be?" Harry was about to answer, but Blaise stopped him again. "I want you to be careful how you answer Harry. I need you to understand a couple of things. I'm demanding, selfish, and a jealous man. If you've already guessed it, I'm a dominant. I don't play at being a Dominant, Harry; I am one. I live entirely in the lifestyle where I need to be in control at all times. But I will admit you've made small cracks in the armor I thought I'd built up."

Harry knew what Blaise was saying to him. He'd done his research and have trained at being both a submissive and a dominant for one of his novels. He became so attracted to the lifestyle that he visited clubs in the Muggle world before investing in The House of Solace where he could act out his fantasies, and no one knew who he was.

It's been awhile since he visited the club, but Harry remembered his training. He also remembered that for a little while he felt safe in the arms of the Dominants who played with him. He found that he preferred the role of being in the submissive position. But he'd never fully lived as a twenty-four seven submissive to a dominant. With his mind made up on what he wanted. Harry bowed his head slid to the floor going to his knees. He heard Blaise gasped, but he didn't look up. It would be disrespectful to his Dom to look the man in his eyes without his permission. He relaxed his shoulders and folded his hands behind his back.

"I'm yours, Master, do with me as you will."

The silence in the room besides their breathing bounced off the walls in his large living room feel smaller.

"Are you sure about this?" Blaise whispered. "Do you know what you're doing or saying? Do you want time to think about this?"

"I…"

"Look at me," Blaise said gently.

Harry raised his head and stared into Blaise's beautiful eyes. "I'm sure."

They stared into each other eyes for a few long minutes, and Harry thought Blaise was going to start laughing and tell him it's some trick or a prank to get back at him for being a prat in school. But Blaise surprised him by leaning in and kiss him gently on his lips before standing up. His hands stayed on Harry as he moved behind him.

"Stay there until I return," he commanded, and then he was gone before Harry could ask any questions.

He knew Blaise wasn't going very far because he heard his apartment door opened but did not close. Harry stayed kneeled in his position thinking what Blaise could be doing. Before he was consumed by his thoughts, Blaise's apartment door opened slammed closed. He gently touched Harry on the shoulder letting him know he was back. Blaise sat back down, and Harry saw a box in his hand and couldn't help but wonder what was inside.

"Come sit beside me," Blaise commanded.

Harry did what he was told without question. He couldn't take his eyes off the box, and it intrigued him. He looked up at Blaise when the man chuckled.

"I take it you want to know what's in the box?" He asked.

"Yes," Harry answered without thinking.

"All in good time, my pet," Blaise told him. "Before we get to what's inside the box there are a few things we need to clear-up."

"Such as?" Harry asked with total interest.

"We've changed a lot since Hogwarts and the war. We won't get to know everything about each other in one night, but I want us to start somewhere." He said then placed the box on the table.

Harry was thinking about what he went through after the war, and he wasn't ready to tell Blaise about how weak he was mentally. He didn't want Blaise to reject him or look at him with pity. Harry wanted to remain the strong, smart lipped man that he was now. "I can't tell you everything," he said quickly.

"I don't want you to. Like I said I want us to take our time getting to know each other." He turned Harry's face to his. "But I want us to be open and honest with each other. No secrets, pet, that's your first order." Harry nodded. "And the other is, I don't want you to change." Harry was confused by that; the confusion must have shown on his face because Blaise chuckled. "You want me to explain?" He nodded again. "I've been in the S&M scene for a very long time. I've seen Dom's change Sub to fit them. The one I've seen the most is a submissive that used to be feisty and outspoken becomes as docile as a cat. And that's fine for them. But I want you to remain the man I was attracted to. We will learn each other's likes and dislikes over time. There will be times you will be punished, but I will never hit you out of anger."

"Okay," Harry said.

"Don't agree so quickly," Blaise said chuckling. He stood and shrugged off his outer robe throwing it on the back of the sofa before sitting back down. Harry's stomach growled loudly reminding him that yet again, he'd forgotten to eat. Sometimes he gets so caught up in his work time would slip by before he realized it. Blaise chuckled, and Harry hid his face in embarrassment. "I take it you skipped dinner?"

"Yeah," Harry answered sheepishly.

"Well, I think it's great," Blaise said.

"Great that I skipped dinner?"

"No, that part isn't great, you should never skip a meal," Blaise answered. "But having a meal together will give us the chance to talk. If I remembered clearly, someone mentioned you're a great cook."

"Is this your way of asking me to cook for you, Ma..." Harry tried to ask but stuttered over the word master not sure if that's what Blaise wanted to be called. Some Dom's want to be called Sir, Master, Papa, Patron, or Dominus.

"Yes, I would love to have you cook for me from now on," he answered then paused. "And I want you to call me Dominus until your training is complete. I might change it and I might not."

"Yes, Dominus," Harry said with a smile. "What would you like to have for dinner?"

"Why don't you wow me with your skills," Blaise answered. "And while you're cooking, we can talk about your case and a few other things."

"Do we have to?" Harry whined.

"Yes, pet, we need to get business out of the way before we can move onto pleasure," Blaise said moving in to peck him on the lips. Harry wanted their kiss to go on a bit longer, but his stomach growled again cutting into his pleasurable moment. "Let's get you fed," Blaise whispered against his lips.

They got up holding hands as they walked to the kitchen. Blaise went to sit on one of the chairs at the breakfast bar. Harry walked over to the icebox and surveyed what he had handy. Harry remembered the other day Narcissa sent one of her house-elf shopping and restocked his supplies. Seeing a few items that could work perfectly for two, he pulled them out stacking them in his arms. Walking over to the counter Harry placed them down, then going over to the sink and washed his hands. After drying them, he got his apron the one Ethan got him that said 'I'm the Chef so Lick My' with an arrow pointing down to his crotch. He turned around, and Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"Courtesy of my friend, Ethan," Harry said in explanation.

"I've heard you say that name before. I take it he's someone special?"

Harry nodded, "He's my best friend," he would have added more, but he doesn't think Blaise is ready to hear them. "I value the friendship I have with Ethan and his husband, Chris."

"How long have you known them?"

Harry stopped preparing the stakes and thought about the question seriously. Chris and Ethan have been in his life for so long it seemed as if it's been since childhood and not a mere three or four years.

"That long?" Blaise asked, breaking into his thoughts.

Harry smiled, "We've been friends for quite some time. It made me think because no one has ever asked me that question before." He went back to prepping the stakes adding salt and pepper to both sides. Leaving the steaks to marinate for a bit before he started on the potatoes, cutting them expertly into perfectly sure cubes.

"Are you secretly working as a chef?"

Harry snorted, "Hardly, I just love to cook it eases my mind when I'm troubled about something dealing with work."

"Speaking of work," Blaise added. "What is it that you do? In all our years at Hogwarts, everyone suspected you'd be an Auror by now if not the head Auror."

"That was what everybody else wanted me to do," Harry said with venom. "I'm sure you've read about my life from all the books that were written without my permission, I might add." He was trying to evade answering the question about his career if their relationship continues Harry will have to tell Blaise about his other secret that included Narcissa.

"I've seen them, but I've never bought one. I know what it's like to have others write false information about you. I'd rather you tell me yourself when you're ready."

Harry stopped peeling the carrots and looked up at Blaise. "I've thought about suing them taking everything they own. But then I remembered the friends we used to be, and like a fool I let it go, and now they want to come after me all because of their greed. Sirius left everything to me because he knew I would do the right thing by making sure that Remus…" Harry was getting angry, and his voice was getting louder with every word he spoke. "Sirius was more than just my godfather, he was my fucking father, and now they want to take it away from me! I'm not going to let them have what's rightfully mine, Blaise. I'm going to fight them with everything I have. I'm done being their fucking punching bag."

*GR*BZ*HP*

Blaise stared at Harry and saw the fire blazing in his eyes. There was no mistaking the fire that drew him to the man. Blaise needed to reward him, he got up and leaned over and kissed the shocked man on his lips then pulled back, staring into Harry's eyes now burning with a different type of fire. Blaise went to lean in and kissed him again when Harry stopped him.

"I need to prepare our dinner, and I won't be able to do that if you keep kissing me."

"Maybe I want you to do both," Blaise said, leaning in and kissed him one more time before sitting back down. Harry blushed, and Blaise found that he was enjoying seeing this side of Harry. "So tell me what happened between you, Granger, and the Weasley's?" Harry stopped what he was doing and looked at Blaise.

"Where do I start?" He asked, turning back to his meal preparation.

"The beginning always works best," Blaise answered.

"I wanted to wait a bit before telling you this, but it seems I can't tell you what happened between the golden trio as you Slytherin's used to call us. I hated that moniker by the way," he said with a smile.

"Well, it fit at the time, looking back, I realize just how stupid we were as kids."

"We all had to grow up sometimes, the war made sure of that," Harry told him, and Blaise nodded agreeing. They stared at each other for a second longer, Harry cleared his throat and started speaking again. "After the war and Hogwarts, I was lost." He paused and stopped everything that he was doing and faced Blaise.

From the look on Harry's face, Blaise felt a sharp pain in his chest. He stood to his feet and walked around the counter and pulled Harry into his arms, kissing him on the top of his head. Harry's body was as stiff as a board for a few seconds before he gave in and sagged against him and wrapped his arms around Blaise's midsection.

"I want to tell you, but I can't," he whispered. "I don't want you to see me as weak."

Blaise pulled back, and Harry raised his head, looking at him. "I could never see you as weak, no matter what you tell me." Blaise looked directly at Harry hoping the other man would see the truth and sincerity in his eyes.

"Promise."

"Harry, besides my family you are the only man I that's stronger than the gods. So, in other words, yes, I promise."

Harry was about to step back, but Blaise tightened his hold on him and kissed him deep pulling a moan from him. For days he'd lived in torture wanting to be near the man in his arms and now that he was, Blaise did not want to let him go. He wanted to protect and care for him. Not only as a Dom, but as more; as his everything.

"Wow," Harry whispered after they stopped kissing. He was breathing heavily, and his green eyes were glazed. Blaise smirked, feeling proud for putting the look on his lover's face.

"There's more where that came from," Blaise told him.

"How often can I get kisses like that?"

Blaise brushed their lips together. "As often as you want, my sweet baby. That includes a lifetime if I have my way."

"You want to keep me?" Harry asked surprised.

"Harry, if you know how much I want you," Harry went to say something, but Blaise stopped him with a finger on his lips. "From the moment, I saw you dancing enticingly at the Velvet Rope. Fuck, even before that." Harry blushed, and Blaise was finding that he liked it more and more. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

"I want you too, Blaise. Not only as my Dom but something more." Blaise heard the sincerity of Harry's words. "I've never been in a relationship, let a twenty-four-seven S&M relationship, but I want to give it a try with you."

Blaise stared at Harry knowing that they wanted the same thing filled him with joy. "It's not going to be easy. I've told you already I'm a jealous person, as well as demanding and controlling. I want to know everything you're doing and who you're doing it with. I want you to think carefully before you fully agree, Harry. Because once you say yes, there's no turning back."

"Am I allowed to disagree with you?"

"Yes, I want a submissive, not a yes man," Blaise answered. "However, there are limitations. In public around other Doms and Subs, you will act accordingly, but in private you can tell me how you feel."

"Am I allowed to use my safe words?"

"Most definitely," Blaise answered. "We will have a binding contract between us." He liked that Harry was asking questions it showed that he was actually taking things seriously. "If I'm doing something that you don't like, feel free to use your safe words. They will be words we both agree on."

"How do you feel about role play?" Harry asked, pulling away from Blaise going back to his meal prep.

"I welcome it," Blaise told him. "Doing new and exciting things in and out of the bedroom keeps things fresh between us." He walked over and circled Harry's waist. "I can picture you in a very tight leather red shorts dancing for me the way you did that night. Pulling me in with your body." Harry gasped. "Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Blaise nuzzled his neck and bit down on the fleshy skin. His sweet baby was breathing hard, and Blaise knew he needed to step back before Harry burnt himself by being distracted. Licking the bruised skin, he stepped back and walked around the counter and sat back down on the breakfast stool watching pleasantly as Harry tried to compose himself.

"I'm going to give you homework tonight. I want you to list your hard and soft limits. And we will discuss them when we meet for dinner again." Harry nodded, but Blaise wanted to hear him say the words. "Did you hear me, submissive?"

"Yes, Dominus," Harry said quickly.

"Good," he said and moaned as the enticing scent hit his nose. Whatever Harry was cooking smelled absolutely delicious. "Also, I want you to have some time to yourself to think about how much your life is about to change." He paused and stared at Harry knowing that he wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Harry, after I leave here tonight I'm giving you forty-eight hours to think things through."

"But…" Harry started, but Blaise raised his hands stopping him.

"No matter what you decide we will not stop seeing each other. I'm not going to tell you that I don't want to have a Dom/Sub relationship. But it has to be up to you. As much as I might believe that I'm in control, I'm not. You are the one that dictates what our relationship will be."

Harry nodded and went back to what he was doing. As he suspected Harry didn't like what he just said. But Blaise wanted Harry to be sure what he was getting himself into and who was truly in charge.

"You never answered my question from earlier," Blaise said, hoping to change the mood that entered the room.

"What question is that?" Harry asked, tossing the vegetables like a professional chef. Harry surprised him more and more.

"What do you do for a living?" Harry dished the vegetables on a plate then screwed his face up. "What's wrong?"

"I just realized this dish would go very well with a nice bottle of wine. Malbec, but I drank the last bottle I brought up from the cellar a couple of nights ago. Would you mind getting me a couple of bottles while I finish this up, please, my Dominus?"

Without thinking and only hearing the word Dominus Blaise was on his feet, "sure," he said heading in the direction of the cellar. The setup was the same as his, so he knew where he was going. He also had another thing to add to the Harry list he was mentally building, his favorite wine.

*GR*BZ*HP*

Shit, that was close. Why am I afraid to tell Blaise that I'm a writer? Not just any writer, but an award-winning author who's getting ready to have their work adapted into a television series. I'm being an idiot I should just tell him. I'm very proud of my job, so there is no reason I shouldn't tell him.

There was something else that was bothering him. Harry hated that Blaise was slowing things down even if it was for two days. He understood what Blaise was trying to do, by giving him time to think things through to make sure he knew what he wanted. But Harry felt that he didn't need time he was absolutely certain he already knew what he wanted and needed.

"You have a very nice wine collection," Blaise said, surprising Harry when he walked back into the room. "I'm learning more about as the night goes on,"

Harry turned and smiled, "As long as I can keep surprising you with new things each day." He walked over to the table that was already set for two and placed the last dish in the middle. He waved his hand dimming the candles lower for a more romantic atmosphere. He walked over to Blaise going to his toes and kissing the man on his soft lips before taking the bottle of wine from his hands. "Why don't you go sit at the table while I open this." Blaise nodded and did as he was told.

Harry walked into the kitchen and turned on the wireless radio and was pleased when the soft jazz music came on. His night started out terrible with getting that letter from Bill, but it seemed it was going to end on a more positive note. He opened the wine and brought to the table, placing it in the middle, then sat down in the chair beside Blaise.

"Everything looks and smell delicious, baby."

Harry smiled and knew he was blushing. He felt shy in Blaise's presence the bravado he usually had around other men seemed to disappear when Blaise was around, "Thank you, dig in." Harry waited for Blaise to share his portion and have his first bite. Blaise appreciative moans filled Harry with joy. He reached out for the serving dish when a strong hand stopped him.

"Let me," Blaise said. "I want to show you what it would be like if you were my sub. Besides, I take great please feeding my submissive."

Harry looked up, and Blaise's eyes bore into his. The depth and feeling coming from them made him shiver. He nodded as he moved his hand away and waited for Blaise to fill his plate. Harry was confused when Blaise went back to his meal.

"When I first entered the BDSM lifestyle, I was young. I was searching for something." Harry watched as Blaise forked up some of the food and slowly brought it to his lips. "Open for me, sweet baby."

Harry did as he was instructed and slowly closed his lips around the fork he moaned tasting the meal he cooked. He'd eaten his cooking a thousand times, but this time there was something different this time. The flavors burst in his mouth, and it tasted different and new.

"As I was saying, when I entered my current lifestyle I only dabbled. I first started out as a submissive and realized I wanted to give orders rather take time," he smiled as he fed Harry another bite.

Harry was paying attention, but there was something else happening, he was starting to get hot, and his cock was showing interest. Who knew being fed could be so intimate?

"Does your family know about you?" Harry asked.

"Only Draco, it's not a secret, but he happened to walk in on me once punishing a submissive. That was an interesting conversation, to say the least." They both smiled at that and Harry could picture the blond man's face of surprise.

"How about you?" Blaise asked.

"What about me?"

"How did you get interested in BDSM and does your family know?"

Harry smiled, "No, I think Remus suspects, but he won't ask me about it."

"And the other part of my question," Blaise commented.

"Would you believe me if I told you it fell into my lap while doing some research for a friend?"

"Sounds interested," Blaise said with a smile.

"It was quite a shock to me how much it interested me. It was research I was doing for my friend, Chris."

Harry realized he was skirting around the truth. But he still wasn't ready to share being an author which happens to be an important part of his life with Blaise. "I don't know how to explain it. It was as if I was finally feeling comfortable in my own skin. The more I learned about the lifestyle and who I was, I became more confident. Does that sound crazy to you?"

"Not at all," Blaise said to him. "Not many people understand what actually happens to a person when they realize their place in the world and the in particular world you and I are a part of. It changes the way you viewed everyone in the world. Not many understand why we are attracted to the lifestyle, and it's hard trying to explain it to them."

"I agree."

"So, research led you to want to kneel at the feet of another man?"

"You could say that," Harry finished with a smile.

They stared at each other, and it felt good to finally talk about what he was feeling with someone who understood him. Blaise set down his fork and reached for the wine filling his glass halfway. Placing the bottle back in the middle of the table, he reached for his glass taking a sip nodding at the taste. The wine Harry chose was one of his favorites, it was sweet, but not overly so, it also left a pleasant taste on your palate. Harry went to reach for the bottle to pour himself a glass when he realized that Blaise was holding one of his hands. When did that happen? He looked down at their joined hands, then back up to Blaise who had the glass poised at his lips staring at Harry.

"This is an excellent wine. It goes well with the delicious dinner you prepared. Would you like a sip?"

"Yes," he answered quickly.

Blaise smiled, then scoot his chair back. "Come sit on my lap."

Tentatively Harry got up did as he was told. He should have felt strange sitting on the other man's lap, but he was contented. Blaise wrapped his free arm around Harry's waist and pulled him closer. He felt a sizeable bulge nestled between his butt cheeks causing him to gasp. He wiggled, and Blaise grunted as his fingers tightened around his wrist.

"Gods you're fucking tempting," Blaise whispered.

They stared at each other Harry's nerves shooting all over his body from being so close to Blaise. He couldn't help but wonder what Blaise was thinking. He watched as Blaise brought the glass to his lips, his eyes never looking away as he took a sip of the fermented liquid. Moving the glass, he slowly moved the hand that was on Harry's waist gripping the back of his neck, bringing his head down and smashing their lips together.

The sweetness of the wine and the taste of Blaise had Harry begging for more. Wine has never tasted this rich on my tongue before. He never wanted to drink wine any other way again. Blaise licked away the remnants of the wine that dribbled down his jaw and neck. For the next how many hours or minutes Blaise fed him wine just that way. His lips were tender and swollen from the kisses they shared, but Harry didn't care. He was high on the lust swirling between them. He felt Blaise's cock pulse between his butt cheeks, and he wished the man would lay him out on the table and fuck him raw. All too soon their first glass of wine was finished. They still had to finish their meal. Harry was about to get up when Blaise stopped him.

"I'm not done with you yet. Take off your shirt." Harry followed his instructions and pulled off his shirt quicker than he could say a spell. "Accio box," Blaise held out his hand, and the box he had brought from his apartment landed in his hand.

Blaise put it on the table, then reached for the wine and poured another glass. After setting the bottle back on the table, he took a sip, Harry expected him to kiss him again, but was thrown off guard when he leaned in to suck on the nipple closer to him. Harry whimpered feeling drunk from pleasure, and not the wine. He closed his eyes, his head thrown back as he arched his back, giving Blaise his everything at that moment. Blaise moaned around his nipple before pulling back and blowing on the peaked pink nub. Shivers racked Harry's body, his hard cock pushing against his zipper begging for release.

"Blaise," Harry panted.

"What is it, my sweet baby?" He asked, moving on to Harry's other nipple.

"I need…" was all he could get out before he felt the tight pressure on his nipple.

He would have opened his eyes to look, but Blaise distracted him by unzipping his pants and releasing his cock from its tight cage. Strong fingers gripped his cock slowly jerked him off. Harry wanted more. He wiggled his arse on the cock between his cheeks telling the other man what he really wanted. He smiled when Blaise groaned around his nipple long and hard. The fingers tighten around his cock, and Harry saw stars behind his eyes from the pleasurable torture he was experiencing.

No one has ever had his body feeling this hot, and it seemed Blaise knew it. In an instant, everything stopped as if he'd safe word. He snapped his eyes open looked at Blaise who was staring at him with a with a sexy fucking cocky smile on his face.

"Why…" Harry licked his lips, trying to formulate his words. "Why did you stop? I was so close."

"I say when you get to cum. Remember this is just a percentage of what we can have together. Besides, I got a little ahead of myself. But you're so damn enticing, It's hard to resist you." Harry blushed and looked away. Blaise gently touched his cheek and turned his head to face him. "Let's finish the meal you've worked hard to prepare and get to know more about each other."

"Okay." Harry went to get up, but Blaise stopped him.

"I like having you in my arms. I think whenever we're alone like this you should always be in my arms."

"Yes, Dominus."

"I think it's safe for you to call me, Blaise until you decide the direction of things."

Harry felt his eyes widened in shock. He liked calling Blaise Dominus. "You said that I'm the one that gets to make the rules, right?"

"That's correct, for now anyway," he said with a smile.

"I know you want to give me time to think and I'm going to weigh my options. But I like calling you Dominus, it fits, and I love the smile on your face each time I use it."

"If that's your choice."

"It is," Harry told him.

"Then who am I to agree with you, especially when you have your mind made up."

"It's made up about a lot of thi…"

"Harry," Blaise said, stopping him. The expression on the other man's face told him how serious Blaise was about giving him time to work out what he wants.

"Fine," he sighed.

"Good."

They didn't talk about it anymore. Instead, they spent the next hour or so eating and talking about little things. Two things were happening to Harry at the same time. He was horny as hell thanks to the nipple clamps and the chilled air circulating in the room he was on edge. But he was also nervous. The conversation about his life was coming up, and he hoped Blaise would forget and simply want to go from dinner to bed. But Harry suspected Blaise isn't the type of person to forget things so quickly. There was only so much he could do to distract the other man.

After dinner, Harry was going to put on his shirt, but Blaise stopped him. He complimented Harry on his physique and told him how much he loved the tattoos on his side. Which was why he preferred to have Harry walk around with his shirt off. They cleaned up the Muggle way, and Blaise asked why is it Harry did not use magic to do the simplest tasks. Harry skirted around the question telling Blaise that he enjoyed doing such things without magic. For instance, cooking was a way for him to relax when something was bothering him. Mainly, a plot line, but he kept that part to himself.

They were sitting on the sofa after everything was cleaned up. They'd opened another bottle of wine and sharing a bit more about themselves. The wireless was still playing slow jazz. The mood was perfect. Harry found out that other than being a lawyer Blaise also enjoyed a good game of American football. A sport he'd gotten into when he and Draco attended high school in America. Harry also found out what happened to his father, and the reason why he's so indebted to the Malfoy's who aren't just his uncle and aunt in name. They were truly his family in the same way Harry felt about Remus, Tonks, George, and Neville. They stood beside him when everyone else used and abandoned him. Ethan and Chris, who came into his life and filled the void that was left by Ron and Hermione.

"Are you ready to talk about it?" Blaise asked, kissing his shoulder, he was leaning back against the other man's chest.

"No, not really," Harry answered honestly.

"I promised you that anything you say to me, I won't look at you differently," Blaise told him. "We've all gone through shit because of the war. There is no way I can judge you for anything that happened afterward."

"I don't know why I'm having a hard time telling you this," Harry whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere," Blaise said to him.

Harry nodded and to a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. He had no problem talking to Narcissa about it, but with Blaise, he felt different. "After the war," he began. "I went into a state of depression. I couldn't handle a lot of things like the simplest things that most people would find easy to do. I felt crippled in my mind and body. It was so bad I couldn't go outside or be around most people I didn't trust. I was racked by all of it. So many people wanted things from me, and I couldn't give them anything anymore. I didn't know how to start my life. For so many years, it was all about the war and killing Voldemort. Finding the Horcrux. I did whatever Dumbledore told me what to do. And after it was all done, I had no fucking clue on how to walk out of my own front door." Harry paused when he felt Blaise's arm tightened around him. Another kiss on his shoulder encouraging him to continue.

He laid everything out on the table baring his soul hoping Blaise wouldn't see him as weak. He shared how the only people who stood by him from the Weasley's were George and his two older brothers. Neville, Tonks, Remus and later Chris, and Ethan, who came into his life and how much they helped and encouraged him. He left out a few details on the fact that Ethan and Chris were his first sexual experience. He told Blaise how he found out about Ginny using his name to get on the Quidditch team she plays for.

Ron used his name and the war to gain his position in the Auror department, and Hermione purposely took advantage of his weakness and tried to use his proxy votes with the Wizengamout. He explained to Blaise how much money was stolen from his vaults by the Weasley's while he was incapacitated. He outlined everything to Blaise, and with each word he could feel the anger radiating off Blaise. When he was done, speaking Blaise turned him around and kissed him on the lips gently.

"You have a kind heart, and your strength astounds me," Blaise told him. "No one that I know came out of the war unscathed, Harry. I might not show it, but there are times I still break down thinking of the friends I lost and wasn't able to save."

"You don't see me as weak?"

"No," Blaise told him. "And to show you how proud of you I am," he smiled, and Harry felt a flutter in his stomach. "I'm going to give you a reward."

"A reward?" Harry asked as he was gently pulled back as his head fell into Blaise's lap.

"Yes," he said as his fingertips circled the area of his nipples. Harry closed his eyes and hissed, his skin was sensitive because of the clamps.

Blaise leaned down and blew on the nipple closer to him. Harry arched his back, pushing his chest closer to Blaise's lips. He heard the masculine chuckle and would have opened his eyes, but groaned when fingers lightly trailed down from his chest to his stomach then down to the bulge in his pants kneading it with his palm.

"Exquisite, simply beautiful."

Harry heard the words, but his mouth couldn't form the proper words to say thank you when Blaise's fingers slip down the slight opening of his jeans rubbing on his hard cock. Harry opened his legs wider grinding his hips hoping Blaise will let him cum this time.

"You've been such a good boy tonight," he whispered before gently removing one of the clamps from his sensitive bruise nipple with his other hand. Harry didn't have a chance to object before wet lips surrounded his nipple soothing and aroused him more as blood rushed back to the sensitive nub. Harry opened his eyes and was about to reach out to grab the back of Blaise's head when the other man raised his head stopping his action with one look.

How did he know?

Harry put his hands back down, and Blaise smiled at him before going back to his nipple. "Let me take care of you, my sweet Minnaar."

Harry didn't speak; he couldn't. And why would he object when a handsome man wanted to make him feel good. His hissed once again when Blaise removed the next clamp, and the blood rushed back to his nipple. Warmth surrounded the bruised skin while fingers were lightly jerking his cock. He wanted more, he felt like a wanton slut. Blaise removed his hand from his cock. Harry was about to open his eyes when he felt his pants being pushed down his narrow hips. Lifting his lower body, to aid the other man. Blaise was a talented lover. Harry didn't know how the man seemed to have more than two hands. His mouth, licking and sucking his nipples, while one hand played with his nipples and the other doing wicked things to his cock. He opened his eyes, but everything in front of him seemed hazy. He closed them again remembering Blaise's words from earlier to just feel.

*GR*BZ*HP*

Blaise was in pleasure. He loved having the sexy man writhing under his thumb. He loved the sounds coming from Harry's sweet lips. The way his body quivered and his breath hitched just from his touch. Harry was his, and the man didn't even know just how much he was. Blaise wanted to put his mark claim on Harry that night, letting everyone see that Harry Potter was taken. But he held back. There was a reason he gave Harry forty-eight hours. He wanted Harry to be sure of what was happening between them wasn't just sex it will be more. Blaise only wanted Harry to see what they could have together. He had no plans to make love to Harry not that night anyway. There were things they still needed to talk about, but Blaise wanted to take away the tension he felt coming off his man.

He could tell that Harry was holding more back from him. Blaise wanted Harry to be able to trust him enough to open up to him. Blaise also realized that it would take time; time that he was willing to give the other man. Blaise was also pissed hearing what Harry told him. Harry was stronger than anyone he knew. Which was why he wanted to reward Harry for his bravery. He couldn't show his anger, that wasn't what Harry needed at that moment. He needed comfort and care. He also wanted Harry to know that he could lean on him always.

His sweet Minnaar, gasped when his finger ghosted over Harry's puckered hole, pulling him away from his inner thoughts. Blaise smiled as Harry lifted his hips asking more with his body. Not tonight, pet. Blaise removed his mouth away from Harry's lips and kissed his way up to his mouth. He gripped Harry's cock and started jerking it faster. He was starting to learn Harry's body language after a few touches. The way sweat beaded on his forehead, his fingers clenching into a fist and the heaviness of his breathing. He wanted to torture Harry a bit more, but decided to let his little pet cum instead.

"Cum," he whispered against Harry's lips. Instantly, hot liquid spurted onto his fingers.

Harry groaned as he came, Blaise couldn't take his eyes off him. He was truly beautiful. Blaise continued to jerk Harry's cock through his orgasm, and he continued to show him care. Harry wrapped his arms around his neck, and this time Blaise let him. Harry seemed to need to feel him closer than they already were. He lightly brushed his lips against Harry's keeping him close as he reached for his wand cleaning the cum from his hand and Harry. Setting it down, he was able to wrap both his arms around Harry, pulling him fully into his lap cuddling him gently. His cock was begging for attention, but he ignored it. This was for Harry, it didn't matter if he had to hold him all night, Blaise wanted Harry to know he was his and he would always care for him.

*GR*BZ*HP*

"In two weeks, you will be meeting with Mr. Cross to finalize the deal for…" Narcissa stopped and studied Harry for a second. There was something different about him. He had a dreamy expression on his face, and he was certainly not listening to her. "Harry... Harry Potter!" She yelled, getting his attention.

"What? Were you talking to me?" he asked, looking at her.

"Yes, I was, you weren't even listening to me."

"I'm sorry." he said, but the smile on his face told her he wasn't.

"You seem to be in an excellent mood," she commented.

"Why do you say that?"

"You didn't object when I told you that Chris and I scheduled you for another book tour…"

"You did what?" Harry asked in surprise. "No, I can't do that again. Please, don't make me go through another one."

"I'm sorry Harry, the first one was such a success many of your readers were jealous they didn't get a chance to meet you."

Harry rested his head on his desk and groaned in anguish. "Why do you hate me?" He asked, lifting his head, and that's when she spotted the choker around his neck. It was green and silver and fit snugly around his neck as if it belonged there.

"Where did you get that?"

"What?" He asked, looking around.

"That choker," she walked over to him touching the pendant, she recognized the entwined snakes forming the letters BZ. The only person she knows with those initials was Blaise. "Are you and Blaise dating? When? How? I didn't even know you guys were so close."

Harry smiled and looked away. "It's new," Harry answered. Then he looked back at her. "You don't mind that we're seeing each other, do you?"

"Mind! Are you kidding me this is excellent news! Saraphina and I have been waiting for Baz to settle down with someone. I'm so glad it's someone I adore. Your babies are going to be…"

"Hey, hold on a minute," Harry said, stopping Narcissa fantasy. "We're not telling anyone as of yet. As to how we started dating, he's my next-door neighbor, and we've been sort of flirting with each other."

"So how did it go from flirting with him giving you a chain, which is something he's never done before I might add."

*GR*BZ*HP*

Harry had no idea that Narcissa would recognize the lettering on his collar. According to Blaise, this was his training collar, and he would receive his permanent one once their relationship has progressed along with his training. That was if Harry agreed that they would enter into BDSM relationship. Baise was doing an excellent job convincing Harry on the merits of them entering into a contracted relationship. It was going to be torture not seeing his lover for two days, but he understood what Blaise was doing, even if he didn't agree. Harry recalled Blaise's exact words. He was one his knees with Blaise standing over him.

"I want to spend my life with you, but first we need to get to know each other. If you decide that we fit well together with you as my submissive. I will do everything in my power to protect you and care for you. Wear this collar; my collar as a promise that one day you will be committed to me as I will be committed to you." Blaise showed him the ring on his left-hand middle finger in the same color as his choker and the same initials.

They talked some more about each other and about what will happen with the Weasley's. Blaise told him not to worry about anything he will take care of the Weasley's and make sure they never come near Harry again. It felt good to have someone care for him for a change rather than having the world on his shoulders.

The war might be over, but sometimes Harry felt as if another Dark Lord would appear everyone would turn to him to fight and fix it all. Blaise had spent the night sleeping in Harry's bed with the other man holding him while they slept. The next morning, he returned to his apartment to get ready for work after Harry had fixed them a hearty English breakfast. Again, Blaise fed him, Harry should have felt some kind of way, having another man feed him like a child, but again it felt more intimate than anything else. He felt the care coming from Blaise. Before leaving for the day, Baise made Harry promise to do his homework and have it ready for the next time they had dinner together. Because they were just starting out, they agreed to keep things between them for now until they were both ready to reveal their relationship to their families.

I bet Blaise didn't count on Narcissa recognizing the pendant.

"So are you going to tell me or keep me in suspense?" Narcissa asked sitting in front of him.

"There's really not much to tell," he shrugged his shoulders. "We finally decided to stop skirting around our attraction for each other and give it a shot."

"I can't wait to talk with Saraphina about this," she clasped her hands together and smiled.

"I hate to break it to you, but you can't say a word to anyone. Well, not yet anyway."

"Why?" She asked disappointedly.

"Blaise has no idea I'm a writer and that you're my assistant or manager or whatever you are this week."

"Ah, that is a problem," she sighed. "Why didn't you tell him? I understand not wanting to reveal my secret, but why are keeping your success from him, aren't you proud of what you've accomplished?"

"That's it, I'm proud, but I just don't know why I'm having a hard time telling him what I do for a living," Harry answered honestly. "I really want to tell him. But I don't know if he'll understand my reasons for writing under an assumed name."

"I think he will, as a matter a fact I know he will. Give him the benefit of the doubt. But I say until you feel comfortable to tell him I won't say a word. It's going to be very hard keeping this secret, especially, from my best friend."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I wouldn't have asked you to do that if it wasn't important to me."

"I get it. I want to tell Lucius about what I've been up to. I know he's pretty close to start following me around. But I just want to do this for myself just for a bit longer. Then we'll keep each other's secret then. I won't say anything to Blaise or anyone else."

There was a pensive look on her face, and Harry knew she wanted to talk about something important.

"What's wrong?"

"I've been thinking, and I've decided that I want to open my own creative firm as an agent."

"Really!"

"Yes, I'm having so much fun working with you, and I realize that I want to help others achieve their dreams, Harry. There's so much talent out there, especially in the wizarding world, and they're just waiting for someone to recognize them."

"Do you want a business partner?"

Harry saw the surprised expression on Narcissa's face. "Are you serious?"

"You should know by now that I would never offer if I weren't serious. You've been in my life for a short time and already gotten more exposure as Maxfield, and I'm sure Chris would be willing to join us. He's wanted to leave the publishing company he's with for years."

Oh, Merlin, is this really happening?"

"Yeah, I think it is. We don't have to stick to just authors, what about singers and actors. We could get them into a few Muggle films. Think about it Cissa we could bring a modern idea to the wizarding world." The more Harry talked, the more excited Narcissa got. He was starting to see her vision in his mind and knew they would be able to do this. "What do you think?"

"I think you're brilliant, Harry," She told him.

"No, that would be you," he told her honestly.

They smiled at each other for a few seconds before Narcissa spoke. "Thank you, Harry. I appreciate it. Now let's get back to work…"

"Do we have to?" Harry groaned letting his head fall to the desk.

"Yes, we do. We have much to do before we leave in two weeks for America."

"Fine, but you're buying me lunch."

Narcissa smiled and continued outlining his schedule for the next couple of weeks. He just had to think of how to tell Blaise that he will be gone for a few days without him asking too many questions.

*GR*BZ*HP*

Blaise smiled when the information he requested appeared on his desk. In his opinion, the problem with the Weasley's will be easily taken care of. Blaise smiled, setting the information down, then grabbed the quill and parchment sitting on his desk and started penning the first step in bringing down the Weasley's. Blaise was taught by the best in the art of manipulations. Never go to the enemy territory make them come to you, his Uncle Lucius always told him. This way you are in are the one to dictate what happens and not the other way. Blaise will give them a couple of days before they respond to him. No doubt Granger will try to find a way to make the outcome turn out differently.

She might have been book smart at Hogwarts, but she's never seen me in action.

Blaise set his quill down, letting the ink dry. There was something that Harry said last night that he'd been unable to get off his mind. He isn't just a father figure. He was my father. Blaise sighed. What did he mean by that? Was Black his father or did the man blood adopt him? Maybe I'm over thinking the wording of it, and it was just a figure of speech.

Blaise put the thought away for now as a smile appeared on his lips. He had the man he'd been pining after for weeks. He even gave Harry his training collar. They will need time to get to know each other, but Blaise knew in his heart that Harry was the one. There will be no other. There was a connection there from the beginning. Maybe it was there when they were younger, and because of the tension of the war, they never realized it.

Even after being with the man for one night everything clicked. It was torture sleeping next to the man and not want to be buried deep inside of him. His body felt so sweet next to him Blaise was getting hard just thinking about it.

"It's good to see you smiling for once."

Blaise looked up and saw Draco leaning against his office door. "What do you want?" He was pretty pissed off at the other man since he ended up doing a favor for his best friend only to spot his aunt and uncle… Blaise closed his eyes trying desperately not to think about it.

"Hey, what's with the hostility?"

"You owe me big time," Blaise said, pointing to Draco.

Draco walked into his office and sat down in the empty chair facing Blaise. "What did I do now?"

"Have dinner with, Father, you said. He's been pretty upset since Mother went out of town you said…"

"Oh, bloody Merlin," Draco whined cutting him off. "Are you still on that? I said I was sorry. I didn't know she was coming home early."

"It's not something I wanted to see, Draco."

"Oh, grow the hell up, Blaise. You do a lot worse to the men and women you sleep with. Call it payback for walking in on you." Draco defended.

"Hey, I put up a warning charm, and you chose to ignore it." Blaise shot back. "Besides, I've never done anything to my lovers, they didn't approve of, by the way."

They were silently staring at each other for a few minutes before they burst out in laughter. Truth be told, he couldn't stay angry at Draco for too long.

"What did you come in here for anyway?" Blaise asked once their laughter died down.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to go out for lunch?"

Blaise looked at the clock sitting on his desk and realized it was about the right time for him to get something to eat. He had a healthy breakfast that Harry made, but that was hours ago.

"What the hell are you smiling at?" Draco asked.

"Nothing," Blaise lied. "He loved Draco, but he needed time with Harry before he told his best friend or anyone else. "Come on, let's get some lunch. How about that restaurant we tried the other day?" He said getting up and grabbing the letter to be hand delivered to the Weasley's. The restaurant was Muggle owned that opened about a year ago. The menu had a little bit of everything. Hence the name of the restaurant, A Little of Everything. American, Middle Eastern, and a few more dishes. Other than Harry's cooking it was becoming one of his favorite places to eat.

They walked out of Blaise's office, he stopped by his secretaries giving her directions that the letter must be hand delivered to the Weasley's home. He could already see the questioning look on Draco's face. But Blaise will not break client confidentiality and reveal anything to him. Draco might not like it, but he understood. There were a few clients they each had and cases they will not discuss with each other unless the client gave them permission. They walked out of the building and apparated to the restaurant's location. They walked around the corner and into the restaurant. They did not have to wait long to be seated. The lunch rush had ended so they'd picked the perfect time to eat.

They were scanning the menu when Blaise heard a gasp and looked around wondering what happened. Blaise saw nothing out of the ordinary and went back to his menu. He was trying to decide if he should get a sandwich or the pasta when Draco spoke.

"I can't believe it; it's William Maxfield."

Blaise set his menu down and looked at his best friend. "Who?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "William Maxfield, he's a Muggle author. Mother and Daphne have been reading his books. I hear they're going to turn his books into a Muggle television series. It would be great if we could get the contract for our firm. Imagine how much business he could bring our way. I hear he's fucking brilliant."

Blaise still had no idea who Draco was talking about, and the confusion must have shown on his face. But loved that his friend was always thinking of the firm. He looked in the direction Draco was staring and saw an ordinary looking man with thick black rimmed glasses and sandy blonde hair. He had on a tweed jacket and a white shirt. He was looking down and from what Blaise saw he looked more like a university professor who would bore him to tears in one of his lectures.

"Okay," Blaise said, looking at Draco. "I see nothing spectacular about him."

"I swear you're one clueless oaf sometimes."

"If he's so brilliant why don't you go over there and introduce yourself."

"Maybe I will," Draco said, getting up from the table and walked over to Maxfield and his companion that had just returned to the table.

William Maxfield stood just as Draco walked over to them. Blaise watched they made their introduction, and something felt off to him. Blaise couldn't put his finger on it, but it was as if the man standing there speaking with Draco should be someone else. Blaise had watched for a few minutes before Draco came back to their table. Just as William Maxfield and his beautiful assistant were walking by his table. His eyes connected with Maxfield blue eyes and again Blaise felt as if he was looking at the wrong person. He watched them exit the restaurant and out of his sight before focusing back on Draco.

"I guess his biography wasn't an exaggeration."

"What do you mean?"

"Socially, awkward. At first, he seemed afraid to even shake my hand, until his manager spoke to me." Draco's brows creased together as if he was thinking too hard about something. "You know, I feel as if I've met or seen her from somewhere before." He had a thoughtful expression on his face before he shrugged his shoulders giving up.

"She doesn't look like someone I've met before," Blaise commented.

"You're probably right, and she looked a bit older than I imagined her to be."

"Who is she, his wife or something?"

"Nope, his manager. He just hired her a couple of weeks ago. Besides, Maxfield is gay as they come." Draco answered, picking up his menu again.

"Tell me, how is it you know so much about this guy, and I've never heard so much about him?"

"I told you, mother and Daphne read his books."

Blaise wasn't buying it for a second. "How many of his books have you read?"

"All of them," Draco answered as quickly as Blaise threw out the question.

Blaise chuckled, and Draco looked over his menu. "Shut up. Maybe you should read something besides case briefs once in awhile."

Blaise was about to respond, but their server came over and asked for their order. For some reason, Blaise, couldn't get the ordinary looking writer out of his mind. It felt as if he knew the man or he at least should.

*GR*BZ*HP*

Harry and Narcissa apparated into his apartment and collapsed on the couch. They looked at each other, then burst out in laughter. It was a coincidence that Harry and Narcissa had a business meeting or rather an interview with a magazine company that Narcissa had conveniently forgotten to tell him about. He was already in his William Maxfield persona, and Narcissa was already dressed as Lissa Black and didn't feel the need to transfigure themselves decided to have a late lunch after the meeting. He also wanted to show Narcissa another of his investments. Since they were going to be going into business with each other.

A Little of Everything was something that came to him one night while he was making dinner for Chris and Ethan. He'd made finger dishes from different countries, and both men raved at how good it was. When he told Chris and Ethan his idea, they started the process of getting his idea off the floor. They did it in such a way that not even the employees at the restaurant know he's the owner.

Narcissa was impressed when they walked in. They had enjoyed their meal and was going over a business plan that they wanted to take to the goblins. They wanted to use funds separately from their family vaults to start their business. Harry was waiting for Narcissa to return from the lady's room when Draco walked over to them. He was, to say the least, dumbstruck as to what to do. Thankfully Narcissa returned just in time and took over the introductions. He was waiting for Draco to recognize his own mother, but again he was shocked when he didn't. Harry had no clue what he said to Draco if he spoke at all. After Draco returned to his table was when he realized Blaise was in the restaurant as well. Harry and Narcissa didn't waste any time getting the hell out of the restaurant. He knew his and Blaise eyes connected, and he wondered if the man recognized him.

"Oh Merlin, I pray we will never have to go through that again," Harry commented as their laughter died down to chuckles.

"You should have seen your face," Narcissa said pointedly. "Odd that Draco didn't recognize his own mother. I think I should feel a bit offended."

"Did you see the way Blaise was looking at me?"

"Let's hope he didn't recognize you?"

Harry got up and took off his glasses setting fire to it. He never wears the same one twice. "I know, like I said I'm not ready to tell him."

"You will know when you're ready," she told him getting up and transfigured her clothes to what she wore that morning. "I have to go. I promise Saraphina to go shopping with her this evening. Apparently, I've been neglecting her." She leaned in and kissed him on his cheek. "I'll see you in a couple of days for the ceremony." She said before stepping into the floo.

Harry sat back down on the couch and looked towards his office. He had work to do, but he was also exhausted. The interview he gave today took a lot out of him. He revealed a bit of himself, leaving out the whole I'm a wizard along with a few things. But he kept it as honest as he could. He got up and transfigured his clothes and hair before walking to his bedroom and stripping naked. He grabbed his wand and went into his bathroom, he stood in front of the mirror and took out the blue contact turning on the sink sending them down the drain. He stared at himself in the mirror. Sooner or later he's going to have to tell Blaise. Keeping his secret lie will start to wear on him. He hated starting their relationship with a secret, but Harry still felt he needed to keep William Maxfield to himself for a while.

*GR*BZ*HP*

Blaise stood outside Harry's door and knocked waiting for Harry to answer. He was impatient and couldn't wait to see his sweet baby. He would have left work early, but he had a meeting with another client. He'd sent a message by owl letting Harry knows he'd be late for dinner that night. He was about to knock again when the door opened, Harry was about to say something, but Blaise stopped him, grabbing him by the back of his neck pulling him into a kiss. After one night, together, he'd become addicted to Harry. Harry's earthy scent reached his nose, and he wrapped his other hand around his slim waist pulling him closer. He wanted to devour his sweet lover. Harry wrapped his arms around Blaise's neck deepening their kiss. Blaise's cock was starting to take an interest, and if he didn't stop now, he would end up fucking Harry against the door.

"Harry…"

Harry pulled away from their kiss the second he heard his name being called. Blaise looked away from Harry and at who interrupted them.

"Shit, I forgot you were still here," Harry said to the man looking at Blaise. "Did you find what you needed?"

"Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" The man asked instead of answering Harry.

"No," Harry answered.

"Aw, come on Harry don't be rude," the man pouted. He was handsome with blond hair and blue eyes. He remained Blaise of someone he saw two days earlier. Then it hit him, put on a black thick framed glasses on him, and he could be related to William Maxfield.

"Fine, Baz this is Chris, my best friend. Chris this is Baz."

Blaise didn't like that Harry didn't specify what he was to the Chris guy. He stepped around Harry and introduced himself properly. "Blaise Zabini, Harry's new lover and hopefully his last." He finished looking back at Harry who had a smile on his lips. Blaise had the feeling he was missing something, but put it in the back of his mind and focused on Chris.

"Christopher James," he said, extending his hand, they shook hands quickly. "Tell me, Blaise how long have you known Harry?"

"We were in school together," Blaise answered. "So you're the Chris I've heard so much about," he commented.

"Talking about me, love?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow in Harry's direction. "I hope you didn't reveal all of my secrets?"

Blaise turned and looked at Harry quirking a brow. Harry shook his head, and Blaise wasn't quite sure who it was for.

"So tell me, Blaise, are you going to be the one to tame my little, Harry?" He walked over and stood beside Harry putting his arms around his waist and kissed him on the corner of his cheek closer to his lips.

Blaise didn't like that, and he wondered if he was feeling a bit territorial. Harry might have introduced Chris as his best friend, and maybe they were. But their relationship seemed a bit too intimate for his liking. Especially, the looks that Chris was giving Harry over Blaise's shoulder. "I don't know, does he need taming?" Blaise asked.

"Maybe," Chris answered a bit cheeky looking at Blaise and smiled as if daring him to say more. Chris gasped as if he remembered something then looked down at his watch. "Well, look at the time, I need to get going. Harry I left instruction on those…"

"Don't worry about it. I will take care of it…"

"But…" Harry grabbed Chris by the arm, leading him to the door.

"Chris, I said don't worry about it. Let me walk you to the lift."

Blaise watched them and knew for sure that something was going on that Harry didn't want him to know. Harry opened the door, and they both walked out of the door Blaise was tempted to follow them, but he gave them some privacy. He took off his jacket, throwing over the handle on the loveseat. Then took off his cufflinks putting them on the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. He loosened his tie taking it off and placed it beside his cufflinks unbuttoning three buttons on his shirt. He was now comfortable and waiting for his man to return.

*GR*BZ*HP*

"Well, he's certainly a looker," Chris purred.

"Keep your paws to yourself, kitty," Harry told him with a smile. "I know what you were trying to do in there."

"What?" Chris asked innocently or tried to at least.

"I appreciate that you were looking out for me in there," Harry said pointing back to his apartment. "But trust me, Blaise is a great guy."

Chris sighed and pulled him into a hug. "Ethan and I love you, and we want you happy. That's all," he said, pulling back from their hug.

Harry wanted to feel annoyed by his best friend, but he couldn't. Still, he knew it was a bad idea when he showed up so close to Blaise arriving. But at least the man had a good excuse he wanted to bring over the contracts for Harry to take a look at it. "I know," Harry said, kissing Chris on the lips before the other man then stepped back. "Next time call before you come over, you might walk in on something you weren't meant to see," Harry said wiggling his eyebrows making Chris chuckle.

"Deal," Chris said, stepping on the lift when the doors opened. "I know it will be hard to leave that sexy beast in there on his own for a bit. But don't forget to look over the contracts I bought over," He instructed as the doors started closing. Harry smiled and nodded waving at his friend.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, he wanted to ask Blaise to look at the contracts since he was a lawyer. He walked back into his apartment, closing the door and leaning his back against it staring at Blaise.

"Hi," he said not moving from his spot at the door.

"Hey," yourself.

They stared at each other and Harry felt shy being in Blaise's dominating presence. "How was your day?" He asked with interest.

"It was okay, but now it's great."

"Yeah," Harry said with a smile.

"I missed you," Blaise told him, then stretched out his hand. "Come here."

"I missed you, too," Harry told him, taking the few short steps he needed to be closer to Blaise. He took Harry's hand pulling him to his lap. They stared at each other and Blaise started chuckling. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing really, I was just thinking about Draco."

Harry frowned, looking at the other man. "Please, don't tell me I remind you of Draco."

"Oh, love, it's nothing like that," Blaise told him with a smile.

"Then what?" Harry asked, folding his arms.

"It was just a couple of days ago we went out to lunch, and he acted like a lovesick fool over some Muggle writer. But he claimed it's for business."

Harry froze and hoped Blaise didn't notice. "What?" He asked with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, he wants the guy to bring his contract over to our Muggle department. Apparently, the writer is going to have his books turned into a Muggle television series. I will admit having his business would be wonderful for our firm. It could bring in other high profile celebrities."

"You have a Muggle department?" Harry asked as the wheels started churning in his head.

"Yeah, I told you about it, the first night we bumped into each other."

Harry smiled, feeling a bit better. "Oh, I must have forgotten," he said offhandedly. "So how did I remind you of Draco?"

"Not really Draco, but the writer, you both have the same body frame."

"Wait, how do you know that? Did you let him sit on your lap?" Harry said, hoping he sounded jealous throwing Blaise off. He went to get up, and Blaise stopped him.

"No," he said with a chuckle. "Why? Would you be jealous if I did?" Harry looked away and didn't answer. Blaise took him by the chin and turned his face to his. Truthfully, he felt a bit jealous of himself, and he shouldn't be. "There's nothing to worry about. The only man that get's to sit in my lap is you." Blaise leaned in and kissed him on his neck scraping his teeth against his Adam's apple.

"Are you just saying that so I won't get upset?"

"No," Blaise leaned back, pulling Harry with him. "I would never lie to you or tell you something you want to hear just because."

Harry looked into Blaise's beautiful eyes and saw the truth. "Okay."

"Good, now, how about dinner, I'm hungry, and I can't wait to taste what you made tonight."

"Don't you want to know what my answer to what you wanted me to think about?"

"Are you ready to give it to me?" Blaise asked.

"My answer is yes."

"You're sure?" Blaise asked.

"I am," Harry answered with certainty. He might not have wanted to think about it. But Blaise was right. After all that he'd been through, he needed to be sure he wanted to change his life by being a Submissive. He'd gone a long way by turning into a businessman and a writer. He knew for sure that Blaise wouldn't stop his growth, but encourage it. He wanted to remain the same person he was turning out to be. Blaise had already said he didn't want Harry to change in personality and he didn't plan on. But he also wanted this lifestyle.

It was kind of ironic that for years he was restricted mentally in mind and body. But that was against his will. This time he was choosing a lifestyle that some would view restrictive, yet he didn't see it that way. He realized that Blaise would want to be with him whether they are in a BDSM relationship or not. And that was the reason why he was willing to start giving Blaise his submission. Things will not be easy, but he was ready to fight for their relationship and ultimately their love.

"I am," he said again. "I know it will not be easy for us, but I want to try."

Blaise stared at him for a few seconds before leaning closer to him and whispered something close to the choker around his neck. Harry felt a slight shiver run down his spine. Blaise pulled back and kissed him on his lips gently. "Thank you for the first step in giving me your submission." Harry nodded and smiled. "Now, let's eat then after dinner we can talk about our likes and dislikes before we go over our contract."

Harry didn't say anything, he simply got up and walked to the kitchen. This is actually happening. He was happy, but he also felt a bit irritated at the thought that Blaise might have found his William Maxfield handsome. He couldn't figure out why he felt that way after they'd just agreed on the aspect of their relationship and that he was William Maxfield. Finger's on his hips had stopped him before he reached the kitchen.

"What's wrong, Minnaar?"

"Who said anything is wrong?" Harry asked, but he still didn't look at Blaise.

Blaise turned Harry to face him. "I know that we don't know each other that well, but I can tell when something is bothering you. You chew on your bottom lip."

Harry froze and realized that Blaise right when he touched his lips. It was something he unconsciously did since he was a kid. He looked down at Blaise's chest. "Did you find him handsome?"

"Who," Blaise asked utter confusion written on his face.

"The writer guy."

"No, not really, he looked a bit dull to me. I honestly didn't sit and study him." Blaise told him. "I was hungry and wished Draco would stop mooning over the guy."

He thinks I'm dull! Fuck, I need to get my shit together.

"Listen, for the past few weeks and days the only man I've been able to think about or see is you." Harry looked up at Blaise who was staring up down at him.

"I'm sorry, I know how I must sound-"

"You sound like a jealous lover, and you know what?"

"What?"

"I like it. It tells me you're into me as much as I'm into you." Blaise leaned down brushing their lips together. "And another thing, you have no reason to be. I, on the other hand, need to be jealous."

"Of what or who rather?"

"Of anyone who gets to spend time alone with you when I'm not around," Blaise said with a smile. "Especially, men who I get the feeling you've been intimate with."

Harry's face heated up, and he buried his face into Blaise's muscular chest.

Blaise carded his fingers through Harry's hair. "Hey," he said, getting Harry to lift his head. "You don't need to tell me, as long as it doesn't happen anymore."

"I haven't slept with Chris, and Ethan since that night at the club." Harry's eyes widened after he realized what he just admitted to doing.

Blaise chuckled, "I suspected you might have."

"I'm not going to kick them out of my life, they're very important to me," Harry said adamantly not understanding where his anger was coming from.

"I know that, and I wouldn't ask you to do that." Blaise kissed him on the forehead. "I get the feeling from what you've told me, in short, the other night that they have played a large part in your recovery." Harry nodded. "And I'm appreciative to them for being there when you needed them. So it's completely wrong for me to ask you to push them out of your life just because I'm in it."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief in a short time their conversation went from him being jealous to Blaise opening up to him. "I know it's going to take us some time to get to know each other, but I don't want to have any doubt between us."

"I agree," Blaise pulled him closer. "We will be okay." He leaned down to kiss Harry, but Blaise's stomach growled reminding them they needed to eat.

"I think I need to feed you," Harry said with a smile.

"Please, I've been dreaming about your cooking since the last time we were together."

Harry stepped back, but held on to Blaise's hand. "Come on," he said, pulling the other man gently. "Have a seat so that I can feed you."

*GR*BZ*HP*

Blaise nodded. They separated, and Blaise walked over to the table that was romantically set for two. And Harry walked to the kitchen. "So why was Chris here?" He watched as Harry walked around the large kitchen putting together their meal.

"He dropped off some paperwork for me. We have a few business ventures together, and he wanted me to look over them."

"Really, do you want me to look them over for you, give you my professional opinion?"

"Nope," Harry answered quickly. "I trust Chris to look out for my best interest. We have a couple of business adventures together."

Blaise didn't like the sound of that. His Harry was too trusting. Friends have a way of stabbing you in the back. Although he trusted Draco with his life, there are a few stipulations in their contracts just in case something goes wrong between them. He and Draco were taught to always look out for themselves first. He wanted the same thing for his lover, now that he was in Harry's life he was going to look out for him. "I would feel better if I take a look to make sure you're not being used."

"Blaise," Harry said, looking at him. "I know what you're trying to do, but I will be okay. I've been taking care of myself this long, and I don't need you to do it now."

"Is that so?" Blaise said not liking where this was going.

"Yes," Harry answered as he walked over to the table setting the dishes on the table.

"Is that why when I came here the other night you were crying because you've been taking care of yourself."

"Are you going to throw that as a weakness in my face every time I don't tell you the answer you want to hear?"

"I'm trying to protect you!" Blaise yelled.

"I don't need you to!" Harry shouted back. "Why is this so important that you see them, anyway?"

"And what are you hiding from me?" Blaise asked, standing up from the table staring Harry down.

"If it will make you feel better to see the contracts stay here," Harry snapped walking out of the kitchen.

"You don't give me orders, pet," Blaise said following Harry out of the kitchen. They walked to a room that Blaise wasn't aware of. It looked like an office with two desks and Muggle computers. How did he get them to work without magic affecting them? Harry grabbed a stack of papers off his desk and shoved them into Blaise's face not giving him the chance to investigate more.

"Here, since you wanted to know so badly." Blase snatched the papers from Harry's hands and stood back with his arms folded over his chest.

Blaise read the documents and frowned when he saw what they were for then look up at Harry. He couldn't believe what he was reading. "You own The House of Solace?"

TBC!

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