"'Braxas? Tom murmured. "You awake?
"Abraxas snuggles closer into the other boy's side. "No."
"Asleep people don't answer." Tom smiled, his lips barely touching Abraxas' forehead, making him open an eye.
"They probably don't date annoying people though." He sat up slightly, moving his pillow. "So what do you want?"
Tom looked away, pulling at a loose thread on the blanket. "It's not important. Go back to sleep."
Abraxas yawned. "No." Tom looked up at him and he grinned slightly. "This is clearly important, so just tell me."
Tom looked away. "I'm thinking of changing my name." His voice was so quiet Abraxas could barely hear him. "Well, not changing exactly, but a pseudonym."
"What to?" Abraxas said after a moment. He knew how much Tom hated his father. He was there when he got back from visiting.
Tom lifted his wand from the bedside table, writing his name in glittering gold letters before them. He glared at them for a second as Abraxas ran his hands through Tom's hair. A quick flick of his wand had Tom's name rearranging itself. As they settled, Abraxas slid back down, murmuring what it said.
"'I am Lord Voldemort.' I like it."
Tom turned to face him. "You don't think it's too much. I thought it would help create a hierarchy and you-"
Abraxas cut him off with a kiss. "I like it, my lord." He whispered against Tom's lips, gasping when Tom kissed him suddenly.
They parted a few minutes later, Abraxas laughing. "I need to sleep, my Lord. Some of us have early classes."
"Miss it." Tom kissed him again, but sighed when they parted. "You're not gonna miss it, are you?"
Abraxas shook his head and they curled around each other, the letters still shining above them.