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batsutousaiTitle: Abandon, Chapter 21
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batsutousai
Beta/Bunny-Handler:magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Rating: R, but I'm calling this chapter NC-17 to cover my hide.
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.). SEX!!(well, kinda). Mentions of rape… *runs and hides as readers come after her with long, pointy objects*
Disclaim Her: Bob says: “The sun isn’t yellow… it’s chicken.”
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
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Chapter 21
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“You don’t like it down here?”
“You wouldn’t either, if your only memories of it were of a giant snake trying to make you into its next meal.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t bother.” Harry rested his head on Tom’s shoulder, having given up on complaining about being carried a while before. “Where’s this bedroom?”
“Through Salazar’s mouth.”
“Oh.” Harry shuddered.
“What?”
“That’s where the basilisk came from.”
“Part of her job was to guard the bedroom,” Tom agreed, stopping. “I’m setting you down.”
“Okay.”
Tom set Harry down, then knelt next to the decaying basilisk. “You really did a number on her, didn’t you?”
“I was slightly fond of my life at the time, I’ll have you know. And it’s not like I got away unharmed.”
Tom glanced up at Harry questioningly. “You didn’t?”
“No. One of her fangs got lodged in my arm. Fawkes healed it, though.”
“That’s good.”
“Which one?”
Tom smiled sadly and looked back down at the dead basilisk. “I’m not sure.”
Harry shrugged and laid a hand on Tom’s shoulder, causing the Dark Lord to look up at him again. “Come on.”
“Do you know how to open the statue?” Tom inquired, gazing into the depths of Harry’s eyes steadily.
“I…think so…”
“Try it.”
Harry nervously turned to look at the giant-like statue of Salazar Slytherin and licked his lips. Tom’s presence behind him as the man stood boosted his confidence. :S-Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four,: he called.
Tom arms encircled his waist and the man’s head rested on his shoulder as the statue’s mouth started to open. :Very good, Harry,: he hissed, making the teen shiver again.
“Tom, how are we getting up there?” Harry asked, pointing to where the opening was a couple dozen metres above them.
“Are you a wizard or are you not a wizard?”
“Oh.”
“You think like a Muggle too much, dear Harry. I shall have to cure you of that one day, you know.”
“It’s always good to know how to do things the Muggle way, in case you’re stuck without a wand,” Harry recited.
“Great Merlin, where do you get this stuff?!”
Harry smirked. “That, my dear Voldie, is a secret,” he whispered, twirling from Tom’s grasp.
The Dark Lord scowled. “You’re on your way towards a very painful hex, I’ll have you know.”
“And I probably know the counter, too,” Harry agreed.
Tom pulled out his wand and aimed it at Harry. “Wingardium Leviosa.”
Harry let out a shout as he rose up into the air. The smirk on Tom’s face made him scowl, but he let the Dark Lord float him up to Salazar’s mouth without a word.
Once Harry was safely on his feet again, Tom pointed his wand at himself, murmured something, and appeared next to Harry quietly.
“What’s that spell?”
“Family secret,” Tom replied with a smirk, then he turned and started down the darkened tunnel.
Harry quickly caught up with Tom and caught a hold of the man’s right arm, not at all set at ease by the wand posed in Tom’s left hand. “Expecting an attack?” he whispered.
“Not really.” Tom shrugged. “I don’t really know how Salazar will take to you, since you’re not an heir, that’s all.”
“Oh. You’re afraid he’ll attack me?”
“Can never tell with Salazar Slytherin.”
Harry shivered.
“Scared?”
“A little.”
“Cold?”
“Yes.”
“There will be blankets in the room.”
“How much farther?”
“There.” Tom pointed, with his wand, towards a door that was glowing with an eerie green light. Harry grasp on Tom’s arm tightened as his own wand slid into his hand.
Tom pushed open the door and they were met with a room done up in greens and silver. The king-sized bed had silk sheets and a large comforter folded at the end. A dresser sat against the far wall, a bookcase next to it. There were two chairs before a fireplace that was dancing with a green fire that reminded Harry of the Floo fires.
A ghostly figure stood in the centre of the room, staring at the two wizards. “What do you want?” he asked.
Harry paled and hid behind Tom. The ghost was Salazar Slytherin.
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Founder. “Surely you remember me, Slytherin?”
“Tom Marvolo,” Salazar agreed. “Who is that with you?”
“Harry Potter,” Tom informed the ghost easily.
Harry peeked out from behind Tom and inclined his head politely, trying to pretend he wasn’t terrified.
“Why did you bring him here, Marvolo?” Salazar asked Tom.
“We’re hiding from Dumbledore,” Harry informed the Founder, then disappeared behind Tom again as the ghostly figure turned silvery eyes on him.
Tom smiled slightly. “What Harry said. We’re spending the night together.”
Salazar glanced back up at his heir with a scrutinizing gaze that Tom returned. “You care for him, Marvolo?”
“Very much,” Tom said firmly, eyes hardening.
Salazar nodded. “Then he, too, shall be safe here.” The ghost faded and the chill in the air disappeared immediately.
Harry peeked into the room again. “He’s gone?”
Tom’s eyes were amused. “What are you, three?”
“He’s scary! And I’m a Gryffindor! How was I to know he’d let me off easy because he likes you and you care about me?!” Harry cried, upset.
Tom turned and grabbed the young man in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Harry.”
Harry relaxed in the embrace. “I must be the only Gryffindor with that damn self-preservation trait.”
Tom laughed and swept Harry up again, walking over to the bed and dumping the teen onto it. “When was the last time we spent the night together?”
“The first and last time you got drunk,” Harry recited with a smirk. “I managed to kick you out every time but that once.”
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Gryffindor. “Should I get drunk more often?”
“Sure. I like you when you’re drunk.”
The Dark Lord slid onto the bed and slinked over to Harry, magically ridding both of them of their shoes as he went. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing.”
“Good for me, bad for you.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes.”
“How so?”
“You give away information when you get drunk.”
“Planning on finding out where my base is next time?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll show you where my base is, if you want.”
“Why do I think I wouldn’t like that?”
“Oh, you’d like it plenty, I can assure you.” Tom’s nimble fingers unclasped Harry’s cape, which found its way over to a hook by the closed door.
Harry shivered, gazing deep into scarlet eyes. “Planning on kidnapping me sometime soon?”
“Tempting as that is, I’d rather not have Dumbledore on my arse.”
“Any more than he already is,” Harry clarified.
“Yeees…” Tom trailed a finger down Harry’s chest to where the robe started closing.
“Tom…”
Tom leaned up and kissed Harry harshly, effectively shutting him up as he worked on the buttons of Harry’s robe.
What…?
Don’t deny yourself what you know you want, Harry.
Merlin…
You want this.
Harry gasped in air as Tom pulled back, his hands done with their task.
Scarlet eyes roamed over the tanned body before him and Tom smirked. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
A blush coloured Harry’s cheek slightly. “You keep saying that.”
“If only because I keep meaning it.” Tom met Harry’s eyes evenly. “And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it, so get used to it.”
Harry swallowed with difficultly; Tom’s gaze was intense. “What makes you think I don’t already believe you?”
“You’re still blushing like there’s no tomorrow.”
“I am not,” Harry responded as his cheeks got even redder.
Tom smirked. “Do you need a mirror?” he asked as his fingers started making a map of the Gryffindor’s body.
“What are you going to do to me, Tom?” Harry asked suddenly.
Tom’s hands froze and the man searched Harry’s gaze seriously. “Only what you will allow.”
Harry blinked. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“You haven’t disagreed, either,” the Dark Lord pointed out calmly as the tips of his fingers ghosted around Harry’s partial erection. “Your body’s telling me what it wants, but your voice hasn’t said a word. Until I hear a complaint, I’m going to keep going,” he whispered against Harry’s lips before kissing him softly.
The fabric of Tom’s tunic brushed against the tip of Harry’s cock and the teen moaned into Tom’s mouth, closing his eyes. The older wizard’s tongue slid into Harry’s mouth, coaxing the teen’s tongue to duel. Harry agreed silently as his hands reached up to touch Tom through the light fabric he wore.
Harry scowled suddenly and pulled away from the kiss. “You, Mr. Riddle, are wearing far too much clothing.”
“Is there a problem with that?” asked an amused Dark Lord as he ghosted a finger over the boy’s cock.
Harry let out a growl deep in his throat and aimed his wand at the older wizard. “If you let me get rid of them, you won’t have anything to wear tomorrow.”
Tom chuckled and nodded, getting up from the bed to remove the tunic and laurel leaf crown. As he turned to get back into the bed, he realized Harry was watching him hungrily. “What?”
“I’m not the only beautiful one in here,” Harry said, voice husky.
“Oh, who else is in this room besides you, then?”
Harry scowled suddenly. “You, Tom.”
“Eh? There’s a first.”
Harry snorted. “A first? What, no one’s ever told you you’re drop-dead gorgeous before?”
“Ah, no.”
“Idiots.”
Tom chuckled. “Of course, if you say it, it must be true.”
“So says the man who’s constantly telling me I’m beautiful and looks so similar to me, we could have been twins if there wasn’t that fifty-something year age difference in the way.”
Tom laughed and sat back on the bed next to Harry. “I’ll give you that one,” he agreed before setting a hand against Harry’s chest. “Lay down.”
Harry complied and rested his head in the silk pillows. He let out a content sigh.
“You’re not getting away that easily, Harry James Potter,” Tom warned, leaning over the smaller wizard and resting on his elbows on either side of Harry’s head.
“Darn,” Harry replied sarcastically.
Tom smirked and dipped forward to capture Harry’s lips with his own, letting himself taste the teen slowly. Harry’s tongue came up and caressed the elder wizard’s, making Tom shudder.
Tom pulled his mouth from Harry’s so he could kiss along the boy’s jaw line and down to the delicate skin that made up his neck. Mindful of leaving marks that Harry couldn’t explain, Tom forced himself to keep from bites and just kissed a line down to a nipple.
Harry let out a hiss and closed his eyes as warmth enveloped his left nipple. “Oh…Gods…”
Tom smirked and leaned back to look at the raised bud after teasing it with his tongue for a brief moment before attacking the other one.
Harry settled his hands on Tom’s shoulders, keeping his eyes closed. You’re going slow on purpose…
Of course. Scarlet eyes looked up at the closed eyes. “I refuse to hurt you.”
“I know that…”
“Good. Now, shut up.”
Harry laughed, eyes opening with a smile.
Tom returned to his task of kissing a line downwards, starting again at the still-perky bud he’d just left. When his lips hit the beginning of a hole, he let his tongue swirl around the edge before letting it slide into Harry’s belly button. He grimaced suddenly. Ew… Fuzzy…
Harry laughed. It does build up rather quickly, I guess…
You’ll just have to get better about cleaning it out, won’t you, was the chastising reply.
Yes, Mother.
Tom responded to the insult by biting the edge of Harry’s belly button, dragging a squeak from the boy.
“Fiend!”
Scarlet met emerald as Tom rested his head on the flat stomach. “Oh, you love it.”
Harry cocked an eyebrow at the man. “Do I?”
A pale finger traced around the head of Harry’s weeping cock, drawing a shudder from the teen. “Oh, yes.”
“You’re killing me.”
“My job, beautiful,” Tom responded. Then he slid his head down to lick a line up Harry’s cock.
Harry let out a low moan, closing his eyes.
The Dark Lord smirked and took Harry’s penis into his mouth slowly, “accidentally” letting his teeth rake along the sensitive flesh.
Bastard…Harry gasped.
Hush. A pale hand ran over Harry’s stomach as Tom sucked lightly on Harry’s penis. Tom’s free hand held down on Harry’s waist, to keep the teen from jerking up.
The hand left Harry’s stomach to slip down to the teen’s anus, which it circled, somehow lubricated.
As a finger slipped into the tight hole, Tom felt fear and panic rising from Harry through their connection and froze. Harry?
I’m sorry…
Tom sighed and pulled away from everything he was doing so he could move up towards Harry’s head. There were tears leaking through Harry’s tightly closed eyes and Tom brushed them away tenderly. “What’s wrong, Harry?”
“I-I c-can’t–” The words were followed by a sob.
“Can’t what?” Tom rested a hand against Harry’s face. The sudden change had worried him, especially when he remembered the talk they’d had when Harry had stormed off during the Hogsmeade trip.
Harry buried his face in Tom’s chest and hugged him tightly as he just let himself cry.
Tom tightened his arms around the small body and kissed the top of his head tenderly. I love you. I wish I knew what it is that’s got you so scared, little one.
Dudley, Harry’s mental voice responded, calm despite his sobs.
What about your cousin, love?
Harry’s mind voice was suddenly coldly mocking, the exact opposite of the sobbing boy in Tom’s arms. He and his gang wanted to see if they’d get special powers or something if they were to do away with a “freak’s” virginity.
Tom felt himself go cold. “I’ll kill them.”
“I’m sorry…” It came out as a whisper between dwindling sobs.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Tom hissed. “Absolutely nothing.”
“But, I–“
“No.” Tom pulled Harry’s head up from where it had buried itself in his chest and met the emerald eyes seriously. “Harry, love, listen to me. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. I doubt there was anything you could have done about it. I’ve seen those boys, they’re monstrously big.” Tom shook his head. “I never want to hear you blaming yourself for it again. Ever.”
Harry nodded slightly and Tom let go of his chin with a sigh and leaned down to kiss the green-eyed teen.
“Do you still like me?” Harry asked tentatively when Tom ended the kiss.
Scarlet eyes widened in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“Do you still like me?”
“Harry…” Tom groaned. “Please, you’re intelligent, don’t ask stupid questions.”
“But, I’m dirty…”
Tom held back another groan and frowned at Harry. “Harry Potter, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, let alone thought! And that’s saying something!” Tom rolled his eyes. “If you’re ‘dirty’, then what am I? A rubbish heap?”
Harry’s face lit up with the twitch of a smile that tugged at his mouth. “Yes.”
“Brat.” The insult was spoken fondly as Tom tousled Harry’s unruly hair.
“Rubbish heap.”
“Don’t start with me, Mr. Potter.”
Harry snorted and let his head rest on Tom’s chest. “I’m tired…”
“Makes two of us,” Tom replied with a slight smile.
“Tom…?” Harry whispered as Tom pulled the silk sheets over their entwined bodies.
“Hm?”
“What about–”
“Harry,” Tom said suddenly, cutting the teen off. “Go to sleep.”
“But–“
“I won’t tell you again,” came the slightly annoyed reply as the lights faded to only the fireplace.
Harry sighed, but dropped it. “G’night, snake face.”
Tom chuckled. “G’night, scarhead.”
Salazar sighed and leaned back against the wall outside the room, prepared for a long night of guarding the two wizards within.
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A/N: Uhm, I like to complicate all things, especially sex. {Translation: Wasn’t getting anywhere with the sex so she decided it wasn’t happening.} Sorry…
Other than that, we’ll probably see Tom finishing off the Dursleys.
We’ll also be seeing Salazar again, since I like him. *nods* I’ve been sorted into Slytherin by every quiz I’ve found, so I suppose that’s kinda natural. Heh. *smirks*
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Abandon & Reclaim Series:
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
Author:
batsutousaiBeta/Bunny-Handler:
magickmaker17Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Rating: R, but I'm calling this chapter NC-17 to cover my hide.
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.). SEX!!(well, kinda). Mentions of rape… *runs and hides as readers come after her with long, pointy objects*
Disclaim Her: Bob says: “The sun isn’t yellow… it’s chicken.”
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
Chapter 21
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“You don’t like it down here?”
“You wouldn’t either, if your only memories of it were of a giant snake trying to make you into its next meal.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t bother.” Harry rested his head on Tom’s shoulder, having given up on complaining about being carried a while before. “Where’s this bedroom?”
“Through Salazar’s mouth.”
“Oh.” Harry shuddered.
“What?”
“That’s where the basilisk came from.”
“Part of her job was to guard the bedroom,” Tom agreed, stopping. “I’m setting you down.”
“Okay.”
Tom set Harry down, then knelt next to the decaying basilisk. “You really did a number on her, didn’t you?”
“I was slightly fond of my life at the time, I’ll have you know. And it’s not like I got away unharmed.”
Tom glanced up at Harry questioningly. “You didn’t?”
“No. One of her fangs got lodged in my arm. Fawkes healed it, though.”
“That’s good.”
“Which one?”
Tom smiled sadly and looked back down at the dead basilisk. “I’m not sure.”
Harry shrugged and laid a hand on Tom’s shoulder, causing the Dark Lord to look up at him again. “Come on.”
“Do you know how to open the statue?” Tom inquired, gazing into the depths of Harry’s eyes steadily.
“I…think so…”
“Try it.”
Harry nervously turned to look at the giant-like statue of Salazar Slytherin and licked his lips. Tom’s presence behind him as the man stood boosted his confidence. :S-Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four,: he called.
Tom arms encircled his waist and the man’s head rested on his shoulder as the statue’s mouth started to open. :Very good, Harry,: he hissed, making the teen shiver again.
“Tom, how are we getting up there?” Harry asked, pointing to where the opening was a couple dozen metres above them.
“Are you a wizard or are you not a wizard?”
“Oh.”
“You think like a Muggle too much, dear Harry. I shall have to cure you of that one day, you know.”
“It’s always good to know how to do things the Muggle way, in case you’re stuck without a wand,” Harry recited.
“Great Merlin, where do you get this stuff?!”
Harry smirked. “That, my dear Voldie, is a secret,” he whispered, twirling from Tom’s grasp.
The Dark Lord scowled. “You’re on your way towards a very painful hex, I’ll have you know.”
“And I probably know the counter, too,” Harry agreed.
Tom pulled out his wand and aimed it at Harry. “Wingardium Leviosa.”
Harry let out a shout as he rose up into the air. The smirk on Tom’s face made him scowl, but he let the Dark Lord float him up to Salazar’s mouth without a word.
Once Harry was safely on his feet again, Tom pointed his wand at himself, murmured something, and appeared next to Harry quietly.
“What’s that spell?”
“Family secret,” Tom replied with a smirk, then he turned and started down the darkened tunnel.
Harry quickly caught up with Tom and caught a hold of the man’s right arm, not at all set at ease by the wand posed in Tom’s left hand. “Expecting an attack?” he whispered.
“Not really.” Tom shrugged. “I don’t really know how Salazar will take to you, since you’re not an heir, that’s all.”
“Oh. You’re afraid he’ll attack me?”
“Can never tell with Salazar Slytherin.”
Harry shivered.
“Scared?”
“A little.”
“Cold?”
“Yes.”
“There will be blankets in the room.”
“How much farther?”
“There.” Tom pointed, with his wand, towards a door that was glowing with an eerie green light. Harry grasp on Tom’s arm tightened as his own wand slid into his hand.
Tom pushed open the door and they were met with a room done up in greens and silver. The king-sized bed had silk sheets and a large comforter folded at the end. A dresser sat against the far wall, a bookcase next to it. There were two chairs before a fireplace that was dancing with a green fire that reminded Harry of the Floo fires.
A ghostly figure stood in the centre of the room, staring at the two wizards. “What do you want?” he asked.
Harry paled and hid behind Tom. The ghost was Salazar Slytherin.
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Founder. “Surely you remember me, Slytherin?”
“Tom Marvolo,” Salazar agreed. “Who is that with you?”
“Harry Potter,” Tom informed the ghost easily.
Harry peeked out from behind Tom and inclined his head politely, trying to pretend he wasn’t terrified.
“Why did you bring him here, Marvolo?” Salazar asked Tom.
“We’re hiding from Dumbledore,” Harry informed the Founder, then disappeared behind Tom again as the ghostly figure turned silvery eyes on him.
Tom smiled slightly. “What Harry said. We’re spending the night together.”
Salazar glanced back up at his heir with a scrutinizing gaze that Tom returned. “You care for him, Marvolo?”
“Very much,” Tom said firmly, eyes hardening.
Salazar nodded. “Then he, too, shall be safe here.” The ghost faded and the chill in the air disappeared immediately.
Harry peeked into the room again. “He’s gone?”
Tom’s eyes were amused. “What are you, three?”
“He’s scary! And I’m a Gryffindor! How was I to know he’d let me off easy because he likes you and you care about me?!” Harry cried, upset.
Tom turned and grabbed the young man in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Harry.”
Harry relaxed in the embrace. “I must be the only Gryffindor with that damn self-preservation trait.”
Tom laughed and swept Harry up again, walking over to the bed and dumping the teen onto it. “When was the last time we spent the night together?”
“The first and last time you got drunk,” Harry recited with a smirk. “I managed to kick you out every time but that once.”
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Gryffindor. “Should I get drunk more often?”
“Sure. I like you when you’re drunk.”
The Dark Lord slid onto the bed and slinked over to Harry, magically ridding both of them of their shoes as he went. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing.”
“Good for me, bad for you.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes.”
“How so?”
“You give away information when you get drunk.”
“Planning on finding out where my base is next time?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll show you where my base is, if you want.”
“Why do I think I wouldn’t like that?”
“Oh, you’d like it plenty, I can assure you.” Tom’s nimble fingers unclasped Harry’s cape, which found its way over to a hook by the closed door.
Harry shivered, gazing deep into scarlet eyes. “Planning on kidnapping me sometime soon?”
“Tempting as that is, I’d rather not have Dumbledore on my arse.”
“Any more than he already is,” Harry clarified.
“Yeees…” Tom trailed a finger down Harry’s chest to where the robe started closing.
“Tom…”
Tom leaned up and kissed Harry harshly, effectively shutting him up as he worked on the buttons of Harry’s robe.
What…?
Don’t deny yourself what you know you want, Harry.
Merlin…
You want this.
Harry gasped in air as Tom pulled back, his hands done with their task.
Scarlet eyes roamed over the tanned body before him and Tom smirked. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
A blush coloured Harry’s cheek slightly. “You keep saying that.”
“If only because I keep meaning it.” Tom met Harry’s eyes evenly. “And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it, so get used to it.”
Harry swallowed with difficultly; Tom’s gaze was intense. “What makes you think I don’t already believe you?”
“You’re still blushing like there’s no tomorrow.”
“I am not,” Harry responded as his cheeks got even redder.
Tom smirked. “Do you need a mirror?” he asked as his fingers started making a map of the Gryffindor’s body.
“What are you going to do to me, Tom?” Harry asked suddenly.
Tom’s hands froze and the man searched Harry’s gaze seriously. “Only what you will allow.”
Harry blinked. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“You haven’t disagreed, either,” the Dark Lord pointed out calmly as the tips of his fingers ghosted around Harry’s partial erection. “Your body’s telling me what it wants, but your voice hasn’t said a word. Until I hear a complaint, I’m going to keep going,” he whispered against Harry’s lips before kissing him softly.
The fabric of Tom’s tunic brushed against the tip of Harry’s cock and the teen moaned into Tom’s mouth, closing his eyes. The older wizard’s tongue slid into Harry’s mouth, coaxing the teen’s tongue to duel. Harry agreed silently as his hands reached up to touch Tom through the light fabric he wore.
Harry scowled suddenly and pulled away from the kiss. “You, Mr. Riddle, are wearing far too much clothing.”
“Is there a problem with that?” asked an amused Dark Lord as he ghosted a finger over the boy’s cock.
Harry let out a growl deep in his throat and aimed his wand at the older wizard. “If you let me get rid of them, you won’t have anything to wear tomorrow.”
Tom chuckled and nodded, getting up from the bed to remove the tunic and laurel leaf crown. As he turned to get back into the bed, he realized Harry was watching him hungrily. “What?”
“I’m not the only beautiful one in here,” Harry said, voice husky.
“Oh, who else is in this room besides you, then?”
Harry scowled suddenly. “You, Tom.”
“Eh? There’s a first.”
Harry snorted. “A first? What, no one’s ever told you you’re drop-dead gorgeous before?”
“Ah, no.”
“Idiots.”
Tom chuckled. “Of course, if you say it, it must be true.”
“So says the man who’s constantly telling me I’m beautiful and looks so similar to me, we could have been twins if there wasn’t that fifty-something year age difference in the way.”
Tom laughed and sat back on the bed next to Harry. “I’ll give you that one,” he agreed before setting a hand against Harry’s chest. “Lay down.”
Harry complied and rested his head in the silk pillows. He let out a content sigh.
“You’re not getting away that easily, Harry James Potter,” Tom warned, leaning over the smaller wizard and resting on his elbows on either side of Harry’s head.
“Darn,” Harry replied sarcastically.
Tom smirked and dipped forward to capture Harry’s lips with his own, letting himself taste the teen slowly. Harry’s tongue came up and caressed the elder wizard’s, making Tom shudder.
Tom pulled his mouth from Harry’s so he could kiss along the boy’s jaw line and down to the delicate skin that made up his neck. Mindful of leaving marks that Harry couldn’t explain, Tom forced himself to keep from bites and just kissed a line down to a nipple.
Harry let out a hiss and closed his eyes as warmth enveloped his left nipple. “Oh…Gods…”
Tom smirked and leaned back to look at the raised bud after teasing it with his tongue for a brief moment before attacking the other one.
Harry settled his hands on Tom’s shoulders, keeping his eyes closed. You’re going slow on purpose…
Of course. Scarlet eyes looked up at the closed eyes. “I refuse to hurt you.”
“I know that…”
“Good. Now, shut up.”
Harry laughed, eyes opening with a smile.
Tom returned to his task of kissing a line downwards, starting again at the still-perky bud he’d just left. When his lips hit the beginning of a hole, he let his tongue swirl around the edge before letting it slide into Harry’s belly button. He grimaced suddenly. Ew… Fuzzy…
Harry laughed. It does build up rather quickly, I guess…
You’ll just have to get better about cleaning it out, won’t you, was the chastising reply.
Yes, Mother.
Tom responded to the insult by biting the edge of Harry’s belly button, dragging a squeak from the boy.
“Fiend!”
Scarlet met emerald as Tom rested his head on the flat stomach. “Oh, you love it.”
Harry cocked an eyebrow at the man. “Do I?”
A pale finger traced around the head of Harry’s weeping cock, drawing a shudder from the teen. “Oh, yes.”
“You’re killing me.”
“My job, beautiful,” Tom responded. Then he slid his head down to lick a line up Harry’s cock.
Harry let out a low moan, closing his eyes.
The Dark Lord smirked and took Harry’s penis into his mouth slowly, “accidentally” letting his teeth rake along the sensitive flesh.
Bastard…Harry gasped.
Hush. A pale hand ran over Harry’s stomach as Tom sucked lightly on Harry’s penis. Tom’s free hand held down on Harry’s waist, to keep the teen from jerking up.
The hand left Harry’s stomach to slip down to the teen’s anus, which it circled, somehow lubricated.
As a finger slipped into the tight hole, Tom felt fear and panic rising from Harry through their connection and froze. Harry?
I’m sorry…
Tom sighed and pulled away from everything he was doing so he could move up towards Harry’s head. There were tears leaking through Harry’s tightly closed eyes and Tom brushed them away tenderly. “What’s wrong, Harry?”
“I-I c-can’t–” The words were followed by a sob.
“Can’t what?” Tom rested a hand against Harry’s face. The sudden change had worried him, especially when he remembered the talk they’d had when Harry had stormed off during the Hogsmeade trip.
Harry buried his face in Tom’s chest and hugged him tightly as he just let himself cry.
Tom tightened his arms around the small body and kissed the top of his head tenderly. I love you. I wish I knew what it is that’s got you so scared, little one.
Dudley, Harry’s mental voice responded, calm despite his sobs.
What about your cousin, love?
Harry’s mind voice was suddenly coldly mocking, the exact opposite of the sobbing boy in Tom’s arms. He and his gang wanted to see if they’d get special powers or something if they were to do away with a “freak’s” virginity.
Tom felt himself go cold. “I’ll kill them.”
“I’m sorry…” It came out as a whisper between dwindling sobs.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Tom hissed. “Absolutely nothing.”
“But, I–“
“No.” Tom pulled Harry’s head up from where it had buried itself in his chest and met the emerald eyes seriously. “Harry, love, listen to me. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. I doubt there was anything you could have done about it. I’ve seen those boys, they’re monstrously big.” Tom shook his head. “I never want to hear you blaming yourself for it again. Ever.”
Harry nodded slightly and Tom let go of his chin with a sigh and leaned down to kiss the green-eyed teen.
“Do you still like me?” Harry asked tentatively when Tom ended the kiss.
Scarlet eyes widened in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“Do you still like me?”
“Harry…” Tom groaned. “Please, you’re intelligent, don’t ask stupid questions.”
“But, I’m dirty…”
Tom held back another groan and frowned at Harry. “Harry Potter, that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, let alone thought! And that’s saying something!” Tom rolled his eyes. “If you’re ‘dirty’, then what am I? A rubbish heap?”
Harry’s face lit up with the twitch of a smile that tugged at his mouth. “Yes.”
“Brat.” The insult was spoken fondly as Tom tousled Harry’s unruly hair.
“Rubbish heap.”
“Don’t start with me, Mr. Potter.”
Harry snorted and let his head rest on Tom’s chest. “I’m tired…”
“Makes two of us,” Tom replied with a slight smile.
“Tom…?” Harry whispered as Tom pulled the silk sheets over their entwined bodies.
“Hm?”
“What about–”
“Harry,” Tom said suddenly, cutting the teen off. “Go to sleep.”
“But–“
“I won’t tell you again,” came the slightly annoyed reply as the lights faded to only the fireplace.
Harry sighed, but dropped it. “G’night, snake face.”
Tom chuckled. “G’night, scarhead.”
Salazar sighed and leaned back against the wall outside the room, prepared for a long night of guarding the two wizards within.
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A/N: Uhm, I like to complicate all things, especially sex. {Translation: Wasn’t getting anywhere with the sex so she decided it wasn’t happening.} Sorry…
Other than that, we’ll probably see Tom finishing off the Dursleys.
We’ll also be seeing Salazar again, since I like him. *nods* I’ve been sorted into Slytherin by every quiz I’ve found, so I suppose that’s kinda natural. Heh. *smirks*
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
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Date: 7/5/05 19:03 (UTC)Thanks, luv.
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Date: 8/5/05 04:19 (UTC)Wow
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from HTTW!!!
Date: 23/12/05 22:52 (UTC)hehehehehehehhehe....nice!
--Heir to the World!!(HTTW)
(thats me!!! so ha!)
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Date: 15/7/06 18:59 (UTC)Re: hehe
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Date: 19/8/09 03:19 (UTC)ok, I'm done. fantastic job. you take the extremely crack and wrong pairing voldie/harry and make it not only work, but insanely funny. I'm a fan, seriously. also, love the fact that you worked past rape inthere... I'm a fan of harry-whumping... ah, we do so love to whump our harry... more!
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Date: 19/8/09 17:04 (UTC)I'me glad you're enjoying it, though.
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Date: 8/1/13 05:51 (UTC)Did sort of figure that there had been sexual assault(s) perpetrated on Harry. Well written scene. The description of Tom's adoration of Harry's body was nicely done. Liked that you were able to keep the fun repartee between the two going throughout most of the intimate scene. Well off now to continue with the story.
Thankyou for posting the link to it.
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Date: 10/1/13 07:15 (UTC)Mmmm... Maybe not this first attempt at a lemon, but I wasn't taking chances. (I've already lost one account to their censorship rules, so... ^.^")
I saw that you found the story on AO3 and finished it there. It's also on HPFandom.Net, but AO3 is the far superior of the lot. XD
Glad you enjoyed the foolery. ^.^"