Title: Pavlov's Bell

Author: Death of the Endless

Rating: R? Oh, and it's slash. You heard me, right? If not: This story is SLASH!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom

Summary: Yet another veela story... I just had to get this one out of my system.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not the characters, not the setting. I would own the plot, except that there isn't any.

Please, PLEASE read review. Flames will be passed around friends and laughed at.

Pavlov's Bell

"Is it sweet sweet
Sweet the sting
Is it real this infusion
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so then somebody
Shake shake shake me sane
'cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail"

- Tori Amos, Sweet the Sting

Chapter 5

The two boys stared silently at the chess board. A draw. Draco cleared his throat, trying to find an angle in the situation which would benefit him. "Well… I've got three pieces more than you. I say I win." He said, but he already knew Neville would have none of it. "What! No way!"

Of course…

"I've still got a tower left, so I've got a fair shot on your king! I say I win!" Neville said and crossed his arms over his chest. Draco bristled. "You know, I can't see that happening." He growled, then took a deep breath. "Fine. Either we both win or nobody wins. Your choice." And, on cue, Neville blushed. Draco felt the now familiar wave of feverish arousal shoot through him and to his intense fear he suddenly knew his control was slipping. This wouldn't work, he'd never get Neville into bed in time. He looked up. Neville had said something.

"What?"

"Weren't you listening? I said I think we should both lose, because… you know… nobody actually won." Neville finished lamely. He knew he was being a complete git, and a coward to boot. Where's that Gryffindor courage now, Neville? He squirmed and refused to meet Draco's eyes. Draco sighed. "Who won is beside the point at this rate, and you know it. You want me to be nice to you in school, fine, I will. Marry me."

Neville stared at him, wide-eyed, and Draco felt his control leaving him, inch by dangerous inch. If this wouldn't work, he'd have to… he had to… Neville would understand… "Ummm… er… I… um… I…" Neville stammered and fumbled with Draco's queen, dropped it and picked it up again. Draco gritted his teeth and plunged on. "You'll be financially stable. Your grandmother won't have to worry about her house anymore, we'll take care of it. And, and I'll be so very gentle with you, you know that." He finished and stared intently at him. His voice had dropped and he hissed the words as if it was a prayer, or a curse. "You have no reason to refuse." He said, just a bit too loud, and Neville jumped. He looked up suddenly, a terrible thought picking at his brain like a frantic woodpecker. And there it was. The very same look in Draco's eyes he had seen that terrible day.

Neville wasn't aware that he had moved, but before he knew it he was running desperately down the stairs, jumping the last two steps in his wild escape. A part of his mind was almost calm, telling him that he needed some kind of plan, because he simply couldn't outrun the Slytherin Seeker hot on his heals. He scurried down the hall towards the door. The door to freedom, he thought and almost laughed deliriously.

I'm gonna make it! There's no way he'll catch me!

His body jerked to a halt even before his eyes had told his brain what he saw. Lucius Malfoy had stepped in front of the door and shook his head silently at him. A cruel smile played in the corner of his mouth and Neville shuddered at the disturbingly familiar sight before he remembered Draco and ran into another room. He didn't even know where he was anymore! But he had to keep moving, he had to, if Draco would catch him he'd… he bit his lip and hid quickly in a closet he imagined was big enough to fit the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team. The irony of this was not lost on him and he suppressed a hysterical laugh. He bit his lip and tried to breathe as quietly as possible while looking out at the outer room through a small crack.

Draco entered the room moments after and stopped in the middle of the room. He began to pace impatiently, trying to calm his nerves down. "I know you're here, Neville. What's wrong? You know you want this. You've dreamed of it." He talked softly, but with a steel edge that couldn't be mistaken. Neville shivered in his closet. That voice… it made him harden instantly.

"Oh, you thought I didn't know? You're not exactly discreet. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. Newsflash, darling. I always pay attention when it comes to you." Draco continued relentlessly, enjoying the situation way too much.

Neville paled. He'd really thought… then he blushed beet red and held back a moan. Of course Draco knew! And he had stared… and fantasized… oh, he'd never live it down! Outside Draco continued to talk, lewd insinuations that made Neville clamp his knees together and whimper.

"You know you'll like it. In fact, I bet you even like to be scared. Oh yes, the fear excites you even now. So why don't you step out of that closet and show me some of that famous Gryffindor courage!" Draco smirked and leaned against the bedpost arrogantly, facing the offending closet.

Seconds ticked away. Minutes. He started to think that he might have been wrong, that he had held that impressive speech for nobody, and that Neville was long gone, when the door slid quietly to the side and revealed a trembling boy. He seemed to hesitate after a couple of steps, and then he walked resolutely all the way up to Draco and looked him in the eyes.

His own were tear filled and wide with fear, but still. Draco found himself oddly impressed. His smirk turned predatory as he took in the delicious sight before him. He raised an eyebrow at Neville, who immediately blushed. "Well?" He whispered softly without touching him.

"Um… okay, fine… I'll give it a try. I mean, we have to, don't we? And don't think I haven't paid attention, because I have, and I know it's been hard for you, what with wanting me and all. I'll do my best, but it might not be enough, still I say we try, okay? But, but maybe I can't do everything properly right away, so you have to give me time on… some things… the things I haven't done, that is. There are plenty of things I haven't done, actually. I'm not the greatest kisser, just so you know. But… well, I really like you, even though you can be a complete arse sometimes…gmph!" The last sound was when Draco had had enough and pounced on his mouth like a cat on a tiny mouse. He found the little monologue annoying in that cute, aggravating way that was just so… Neville.

He grinned victoriously and dug his fingers into the soft locks curling in Neville's neck as if they were having a party in slow motion. Neville hands fluttered uselessly in the air around Draco's waist until they finally settled on the narrow hips. He felt a surge of lust at the feeling and moaned into the wet, hungry mouth above him. A sharp, stinging pain in his lower lip made him yelp and open his eyes. Once again time seemed to slow down as a pair of green eyes met grey and the two wills clashed violently. As ever, Neville caved in and stopped struggling.

He hadn't even noticed. Draco had sunk his teeth into his lip and he had struggled without knowing it. He relaxed and managed a shaky smile. His lip still throbbed but what the hell… he wasn't going anywhere. Instead he leaned up and pressed his lips gently to Draco's, noting with faint surprise that they left a few drops of blood on the pale skin. A narrow tongue snaked out and captured the red liquid before letting it roam possessively over Neville's swollen lips.

"What do you want me to do, Neville?"

The whisper came in a hot rush of air on Neville's oversensitive skin, and made him tremble. "This… forever…" He moaned and arched against Draco, who rolled his eyes at the answer. How typical. Neville The Romantic. "Are you sure? Wouldn't you rather have…" He asked calmly and placed another bite mark on the blushing skin of Neville's throat. "… something else?"

"Ow..! Oh…! Draco! L-like what?" Neville stuttered and Draco reveled. He loved that stutter. He straightened up and pushed Neville away. "Take off your clothes. I want to see you." He said with a vicious glint in his eyes. Neville hesitated at the look, but found a big part of him that loved the helplessness of his situation. Even the cruel way Draco's lips twisted as he smirked or the cold grey of his eyes, or for that matter, that voice that he imagined could easily push him over the edge…

"Well, I can see you're not as… enthusiastic as I thought. Another time, then." Draco drawled and interrupted Neville's musings. Draco turned his back on Neville and started towards the door, when Neville caught on.

"What? Wait! Sorry, I wasn't… um… paying attention. Sorry." Draco turned and fixed him with a cold stare. "Really? Well, you'll have to pay for that later. I can't have my mate dozing off when I talk to him, can I?" Neville blushed, not because of the words, but because of his own reaction when he thought about 'punishment'. His body tingled pleasantly at the thought of being punished by Draco. Then he noticed that Draco was beginning to look impatient again and he hurried with his robes.

Of course, they were not his own, and they had a very complicated fasting and he was so nervous, and by then his hand slipped and he ripped the fabric around the clasp. He whimpered and closed his eyes.

Which, of course, made him miss the look of utter delight crossing Draco's features?

That set of robes must've cost more that Neville's entire collection of school books… "I'm so sorry, Draco! I… my hands just slipped! Um…. I can fix this, I know I can!" Neville said desperately and cringed when Draco walked over, looking very bored. Or arrogant, he couldn't tell.

"Don't bother, you'll only make it worse. I do believe Snape was right, you are the clumsiest student ever to enter Hogwarts. You'll have to pay for it, of course." He drawled and undid what was left of the clasp, then gripped Neville's chin and tilted his head up with a jerk. "We'll just add this to the punishment, shall we?" He hissed and stepped back again.

"Go on. I assume you don't need any help with the rest." He sneered and Neville blushed again and let the robes slide gently to the floor, then after a look from Draco he picked them up and folded it neatly and placed it on the bed. Draco watched with crossed arms and half-lidded eyes, taking in every delicious inch of his mate.

Next came the t-shirt (Draco shuddered at the colour and fabric. Hideous. His mate had no taste at all.) and the pants. With only underwear and socks left Neville stepped forward hopefully. A hug would be nice now, in all the humiliation. A raised eye brow met his unspoken question. "Did I say you could stop?" Neville swallowed and removed his socks.

A moment of silence descended over the room, when neither of the boys dared to breathe. Draco sighed. "Today!" He snapped and watched Neville jump and slide down the shorts quickly, before he had time to change his mind. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but it wasn't easy seeing as he was quite… hard. Draco smiled, a smile which was more a glint of teeth than anything else.

"Come here." He ordered and Neville inched closer, awkwardly and violently blushing. When he was close enough Draco's hand shot out and grabbed him by the neck. "Now remove your hands. Let med see you." He purred and Neville gasped as his hard organ trembled. It was the pain, he decided, brain swimming in the intense pleasure. The hand in his hair pulled just hard enough to make it hurt, and hurt well. "Please…" he whimpered softly, in a voice he didn't recognize. Draco watched his face in satisfaction. "Please what?" he inquired and raked his sharp nails over the soft stomach cruelly. Neville squirmed, tears of humiliation forming in his eyes.

"I don't know." He whispered. "I… I just… want you… I want…" Then his voice became a low mumble Draco couldn't hear at all. "What?"

"I… I want to… see you…""

"Come again?"

"I… I want to… see you…""

Draco closed his eyes and counted slowly to ten. Actually, he counted to five, which is why the last five seconds of his anger management technique went to kissing Neville senseless. When he pulled away he felt proud of Neville's dazed look. He placed another, far gentler, kiss on his lips and gave his mate his best fake smile.

"Now, just repeat what you said loud enough for at least a fruit fly to hear." He said calmly. Neville squirmed uncomfortably then mumbled something again. Draco blinked, then put his mouth to Neville's ear.

"Was that "Please Draco, dryfuck me against the wall!"?" He whispered and watched as his mate paled and blushed at the same time. Interesting shade.

"No! I only asked if I could see you! You know, naked!" Neville said shrilly with wide eyes. "That's all?" Draco sighed and began to remove his robes. "You know, sometimes I think you're a complete virgin." He turned and smirked. "You are, aren't you? How much have you done?" And just like that, Neville was back to mumbling to fruit flies who had to strain to hear him. Draco shook his head and removed the last of his clothes, then sneered and kicked it across the floor viciously.

"Hey! You made me fold mine!" Neville said indignantly and Draco snorted. "No, as a matter of fact I didn't. You were… anticipating my orders." He said with that infuriating smile playing across his lips.

"Fine… and… uh… I am a virgin, since you wondered. Just in a technical sense, of course. I, I mean, I've kissed a lot. With lots of people. So it's not as if I'm completely new to this. I guess you could say that I'm experienced." Neville continued, too into it to notice the storm clouds gathering in Draco's eyes. "Oh, you are, are you?" He said, dangerously soft and Neville looked at him and gulped.

"Um… yes. In a good way." He trailed off and felt his brain kick him for using the wrong tactic yet again.

Draco fought with himself. He's not experienced. But if he likes to pretend he's a slut maybe I should just treat him as one. It's only fair… He turned with a smile not unlike one you would find moving quickly towards you if you were drowning. And it would have a fin on top. "Thank Merlin you're experienced, Neville. I was afraid you would get nervous when I'd tell you to suck me."

Neville's eyes widened. It would be cute if Draco wasn't angry, but he was furious. The very thought of someone else kissing what was rightfully his made his blood boil. Someone would pay for this before the night was over, and it would probably be the boy currently kneeling awkwardly at his feet. Facing what he had been too shy to even fantasize about he felt himself panicking. "Draco? I lied, I'm not really… mmph!" Altogether too angry and excited to listen to his mate anymore, Draco shoved his rock hard member into the wet mouth and held back a groan.

Neville wasn't exactly a natural, but he came pretty close! His mouth tightened instantly and he began to suck hard, letting his tongue roam over the silky skin. Eyes closed and moaning around the organ, Neville felt as though his skin had caught fire. To be on his knees before Draco, while having him in his mouth like this… it was pure bliss. His trembling fingers caressed the part of it that didn't fit in his mouth and he moaned around it. He knew he was clumsy, that he practically drooled around it, but he couldn't help it. He was almost too aroused to be embarrassed about it.

Almost.

He almost stopped when he felt strong fingers grab his hair and control his movements.

Oh yes..!

He moaned again and let Draco guide his head just the way he liked it. All of the sudden Draco pulled out of his mouth and pulled him up by his hair. "Owwww!" Neville whined and rose quickly. "I think it's time for your punishment now, don't you?" Draco said while licking his lips. Neville had no idea how sexy he looked at that moment, with swollen, wet lips, mouth half open and eyes that just screamed 'fuck me'.

Wait… punishment?

"Punishment? Do we have to?" Neville whispered, scared and excited at the same time. Draco nodded and smirked cruelly. "But it's entirely up to you how hard the punishment will be." He said softly. Of course, no amount of softness could mask the edge that hid beneath the surface like a knife wrapped in silk. Neville gulped and let Draco lead him to the wall, where he placed him bent over with his hands to the cold stone surface, leaning against the wall with his arse

Draco smiled at the sight of Neville's vulnerable position. "Don't move, I'll be right back." He said, letting the veiled threat hang in the air. Neville bit his lip and waited. Draco had left the room, he was sure of it. It wouldn't hurt to stretch a little, could it? His knees ached from the position earlier and he needed to move his legs a bit. He shifted slightly and exhaled softly. Much better.

A sudden, stinging pain made him yelp and turn around, back against the wall. Draco placed the whip under his chin and tilted his head back. "This is a black linen covered Wonder Whip, used mainly on dressage horses. And you." He said and sneered. "And you have just gained ten more lashes for moving." Neville stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. Then, realizing his position he turned and placed his hands on the wall again. Besides, he wanted to take it, to show Draco that he wasn't frail. He could please him, he really could…

His behind stung, but the warmth stared to spread to his groin and made him ache. The menacing sound of the whip tore through the air and the pain exploded on his skin again. He clenched his teeth and tried to keep the tears away. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't…

"Since this is the first time, you don't have to count very stroke…"

First time!

"… but I do expect you not to move. Every time you twitch, jump, or try to move away, I will add ten more lashes. Understood?" Neville nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The whip made another red mark across his cheeks and he gasped. "I asked you a question!"

"Yes! I understand!" Neville said quickly and braced himself. The next twenty minutes were hellish, to say the least. Three times he had moved away, and Draco hade answered with ten more every time. By the time he couldn't control his movement anymore, tears were streaming down his face and he couldn't hold back the screams. The last time he moved away from the sound of the whip Draco wrapped his arm around his waist and held him close. "Hurts, darling?" He whispered tenderly and stroked the abused skin. Neville sobbed and nodded. "Y-yes…" He hiccupped. "Please, Draco…" Draco grabbed his chin and made him look at him. "Since you ask so nicely, I won't add another ten. But one more, and you have to stand absolutely still, alright? You're very brave, my sexy Gryffindor. Just one more." He whispered seductively in Neville's ear.

"O-okay, just one more. One more, only one…" Neville sniffled and let Draco place his hands on the wall again. Before Neville had time to brace himself Draco hit him again, as hard as he could. This time Draco noted that the skin split, just a little bit and a few drops of blood formed on the red skin. Neville screamed and jumped, and Draco tutted. "That's too bad, darling. Just one more… be good and don't move, now."

Neville dragged up what was left of his tattered self control and concentrated on not moving. And really, as the last blow landed he didn't move. But he yelled and his whole body trembled. Draco embraced him again and kissed his tear streaked face tenderly. "Good boy. I suppose I should be gentle with you now..." He murmured softly and Neville nodded shakily. "Yes, please..!" He said and relished the tenderness. He felt good, in a weird way. He could take whatever Draco decided to dish out, and despite his aching behind he felt so very safe and secure in the arms of his tormentor. And the pain… at some point it had mutated into pleasure, a dark kind that made the heated skin tingle and made certain parts of him throb unfulfilled.

He yelped as Draco touched the abused skin. "I'd say you're ready." He smirked and led Neville to bed, where he pushed him down on his back. Neville whimpered as the raw skin came into contact with the bed sheets. Draco smiled cruelly. "Oh, alright. On your stomach." He ordered and flipped him over, which made Neville relieved and afraid at once. A part of him wanted eye contact now more than anything else, and he grabbed Draco's hand instinctively. He felt Draco still and after a few seconds he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades.

The simple gesture spoke volumes to Neville, who relaxed and let Draco spread his legs and explore his body with teeth and nails. Claws are more like it… Neville thought before the rest of his thoughts scattered like startled mice.

"Oh! Draco..! Mmmh!" He writhed under the insistent fingers. "Really, Longbottom, I'm not even inside you yet." Draco sniffed and pressed a little harder with a cruel smile.

"I want you to!"

Draco stopped and stared at him. "What was that?" He stroked across the tightly clenched opening and Neville moaned. "I want you to be inside me! That's what we're supposed to do, right? So do it, already!" Neville bit his lip and lifted his hips in the most depraved gesture Draco had ever seen. Obviously he had pushed Neville so far that his shyness had left him. He smirked and pushed in one finger, then two and stretched him open. Neville sobbed and moved his hips back and forth.

Meanwhile Draco took the time to lubricate himself. After all, he wanted there to be a second time, up to ten thousand times, and to get that he would have to wait before he introduced his mate to the term 'dry fuck'. He licked his lips and tried to get a firm grip of his self control. It wasn't easy with his fingers inside his mate. The sounds he made… and that was when it all fell apart for him.

"Neville..!" The choked sound made the hair on the back of Neville's neck stand on end. Suddenly afraid, he turned his head and gasped. During the brief seconds their eyes locked, Neville could actually see the control leaving Draco and he felt the familiar surge of fear.

Still, he felt that it was now or never. Draco was beyond control now, and this time Neville wanted it too. He turned quickly and managed to catch Draco with his knees as the strong seeker pounced on him. He threw his arms around him and bit his shoulder without knowing what to do.

Oh no, he's going to..! I have to stall him somehow!

He groaned as Draco sunk his teeth into his neck and held him still. Despite the heavy weight he managed to sneak his hands down and guide him right. He desperately tried to make it gentle but failed miserably and screamed as Draco pushed it all the way in at once. As he let out the wounded sound Draco covered his mouth with his and fucked him with his tongue. Neville moaned as the violent pain soon enough melted with the pleasure into a delicious mix which left him hard and aching for more.

Draco grabbed his wrists and held them above his head with one hand and closed his other hand around Neville's leaking member. Neville looked up through eyes blurry with new tears and felt a stab of fear mixed pleasure at the sight of Draco's face. He looked completely possessed, like a demon almost. The white blonde hair were soaked in sweat and hung limply around his face in heavy strands. His grey eyes were pale and filled with emotions so violent Neville clenched around him in fear. Draco moaned and pressed his sneering mouth on Neville's again.

It didn't take long for them to bring each other to the edge. Neville had been there for a long time, and Draco was so desperate for release he would have done anything. He hissed pushed into Neville with cruel, short stabs that made his prey whimper and plead. Neville watched Draco's wild eyes and acted on a sudden hunch. He tilted his head and exposed his throat in the oldest submissive gesture on earth. "Hurt me, Draco. Make me yours." He whispered softly and arched his back to accept him even further into his aching body.

Draco let out another frightening hiss that would have made the crocodile hunter jump on the nearest chair and sunk his teeth into Neville's throat again. His nails raked down his the raw skin of his arse, making Neville scream hoarsely as he spilled himself over Draco's stomach. Draco came violently, biting and clawing at his mate who had gone limp in his arms.

Draco was the first to wake up. He opened his eyes slowly and eased himself up on his arms. Then everything came rushing back to him and he looked down at the unconscious boy beneath him. He swore to himself, refusing to acknowledge that he was worried. He poked Neville in the ribs, feeling very silly. "Hey, Longbottom! Wake up!" He muttered loudly and bit his lip when he didn't wake up. Damn it. I'll just send after some warm water… maybe something to drink. He stood up and pulled out.

"Ow!"

Neville looked at him accusingly. "That hurt!" Draco smirked. "Then I suggest you stop begging for me to do you harder." He said and noticed with satisfaction that Neville still blushed. "Hold on, Longbottom. I'll get some water. Or better yet… come here." He said and scooped up the smaller boy in his arms and carried him to the bathroom.

A shower later they lay dry and happy on the bed. Draco was currently sitting with Neville across his lap and a bottle of soothing ointment in his hand. Neville moaned contently. "I could get used to this." He mumbled and Draco snorted. "You better. It's not like you're leaving anytime soon." Neville rolled his eyes. "Hogwarts, remember. Um, Draco..?"

"Yes?"

"You do like me, right?" Neville hated himself because he had to ask, and because his voice had turned ridiculously small and vulnerable. The hand on his behind stilled and he bit his lip. Had he wrecked everything? "Longbottom… every time you actually make me believe that you've grown a pair you turn around and say something that reminds me that you're such a girl." Draco said with distaste and continued the rubbing. Neville felt his heart sink and nodded sadly.

"Especially when you're stupid enough not to see what's right under your nose." Draco continued and Neville's heart jumped. He turned his head slowly and dared to glance back at the haughty Slytherin currently rubbing his arse as if he owned it. "I can be pretty stupid sometimes." He conceded and smiled shyly.

"Yeah. You can be." Draco said with his trademark smirk, and felt the bond settle nicely between them.

THE END

Oh Mario - Sit here by the window

Stay here 'til we reach Idaho

And when we go

Hold my hand on take-off

Tell me what I already know

That we can't talk about it

No, we can't talk about it

Because nobody knows

That's how I nearly fell

Trading clothes

And ringing Pavlov's bell

History shows there's not a chance in hell - but -

Oh Mario - We're only to Ohio

It's kinda getting harder to breathe

I won't let it show -

I'm all about denial

But can't denial let me believe?

That we could talk about it

But we can't talk about it

Because nobody knows

That's how I nearly fell

Trading clothes

And ringing Pavlov's bell

History shows - but rarely shows it well

Well, well, well-

Oh Mario - why if this is nothing

I'm finding it so hard to dismiss

If you're what I need

Then only you can save me

So come on baby - give me the fix

And let's just talk about it

I've got to talk about it

Because nobody knows

that's how I nearly fell

Trading clothes

And ringing Pavlov's bell

History shows -

Like it was show and tell

So tell me Mario

Author's note: A huge thank you to everybody with enough patience to follow this story. There's been a good deal of writer's block the last months, but I finally managed to bring about the end. I hope you liked it! Review in the name of love! Or in the name of wanting me to write more stories. Oh, just review. Please? Cake or Death?