Dark Seduction

By Raneynr Lerrqu

Rating: R

Paring: Draco/Surprise

Summary: "Do you swear, Draco Malfoy, to never do what your father did? Can you vow your life, your blood, your existence to my survival? Will you give me all of the blood in your veins if it would help me? Will you take your place by my side and do your duty here and now and for the rest of your life?"

Warnings: the beginning of a Dark series

Disclaimer and Author's Notes: I do not own these characters, places, or original plot. I am writing this for the pure fact that we enjoy playing with these two characters; I am not receiving any profit. I'd like to thank my betas: Naomi Jameston and Rynalin Onyx. Part one of the Deadly Alliance Series.

Draco Malfoy was notoriously known as a dark servant soon-to-be Death Eater, but only a select few knew that he was already a high end Death Eater who received his orders from only the Dark Lord's mouth. This, however, was irrelevant when Draco arrived at the gathering a week before sixth year started.

Draco walked down the stairs to where the Death Eaters were gathering to see his father chained, naked, in the middle of the floor. Draco silently made his way towards his lord and a shiver coursed its way through his back. "Ah, Draco," Voldemort's voice whispered, "I'm glad you could make it to your father's execution."

Draco smiled softly and replied, bowing, "I wouldn't miss the chance to see how a traitor should be punished, my lord, especially a traitor who was at one time so highly respected."

Voldemort smiled and turned his attention to the former Death Eater. "I'm very disappointed with you, Lucius. Telling Albus and the Order where my lair is was a severe tactical error, as you should've well known; the sentence is death." Voldemort surveyed his followers. "However, there is another matter that must be addressed before his execution takes place."

"What is that, my lord?" the elder Crabbe inquired in a hushed tone.

"Who my top follower is now that Lucius is no longer the holder of the position."

Swiftly everyone started to speak about how they were worthy of the position, of how they'd honour their lord, and of how they would help him win the war against the Order. Voldemort listened only to locate a particular voice which wasn't being uttered. He glanced to his side where Draco had kneeled the moment Voldemort had spoken to his father to see him still there, silent. A Malfoy wasn't trying to defend his right to be at the side of his lord? Voldemort smirked; "Draco?" he inquired softly so only Draco would hear.

"Yes, my lord?" Draco responded equally as low.

"Are you not going to defend your birthright?"

Draco sighed softly and answered slightly louder, "No, my lord, I am not. I do not deserve to be at your side because my father has instilled mistrust in my family name; it doesn't matter if I am worthy or not because you need someone who will be respected and followed. A Malfoy is now unable to fulfil that position, since he," Draco glared at his father, "was stupid enough to destroy what he had here amongst this circle... and to what the rest of his line would have had in this circle."

Voldemort smiled; his followers had also heard Draco's small speech and they knew, as Voldemort did, that because Draco understood his place and the place where his father should have been, Draco did actually deserve the position. On one condition, of course. "Do you swear, Draco Malfoy, to never do what your father did? Can you vow your life, your blood, your existence to my survival? Will you give me all of the blood in your veins if it would help me? Will you take your place by my side and do your duty here and now and for the rest of your life?"

Draco froze, pondering the opportunity he had thought that he had lost. "Yes, my lord, I swear." Draco pointed his wand at his arm, pointed the tip to the Dark Mark, and whispered, "Draconis Morte Venmos." The Malfoy binding spell was extremely strong and if ever broken his life would be strip from him, just like the Avada. Lucius gasped as he realized what spell his son had uttered; Lucius hadn't even cast that on himself when he had taken over for his father. Draco would serve Voldemort for eternity, because even as a ghost that spell holds true.

"Impressive, Draco," Voldemort began, "however, there is still one thing that must be taken care of..."

Draco smirked. "Should I use the Avada?"

Voldemort sneered in satisfaction. "Yes, I believe the Avada would do nicely."

Draco nodded as he turned to look at his father. He raised his hand and pointed his wand at his father with a devilish, coy smile on his lips. "Avada Kedavra." The green smoke whisked into Lucius and he shuddered once as his life left his body. Draco snapped his fingers, still holding his wand, and Lucius' corpse disappeared. Voldemort nodded his approval as he stood; he inclined his head to his followers signalling for them to be dismissed.

"Draco," he commenced, "come to my rooms this evening to discuss what will become of you now that you are the head of your house. I may have an assignment for you."

Draco bowed, "Of course my lord, I'll be there in an hour."

Voldemort smirked. "An hour is fine, but no later."

Draco bowed once again as Voldemort swept off. Draco looked around the room and smiled, everything was still in perfect order. The manor was still spotless, Lucius would be found murdered on the wizarding streets of London in two weeks, and Draco was now the right hand of the most powerful wizard and an important assignment to prove it. In Draco's eyes, it was a satisfactory meeting.

Voldemort turned towards the door, exactly an hour after the meeting and was surprised to hear knocking. "My lord, may I come in?" It was Draco, perfectly on time...unlike his father.

"Yes, come in Draco." Draco opened the door just enough for him to enter and then shut it again behind him. He walked into the room and bowed deeply, awaiting acknowledgment. Voldemort smiled. So, Draco had never been told what happened during these private meetings. "Come and sit with me, Draco," his voice was soft. Voldemort was sitting on the couch before the fire.

Draco came without a worry; he knew that he could trust his lord, and sat down besides him. "What do you need of me, my lord?" Draco asked after a short time in silence.

Voldemort smirked. "Several things... First, how are you going to make it appear that your father is still alive until after you go to school?"

"Easily, everyone who knows me knows that I haven't had my father with me when I get my school supplies since I was in second year—we all know why he was with me then, too—and I already have my school list and already have taken the trip to get my things. I personally think he was trying to make me not kill him because he gave me the money to buy the new Demon Wing model broom, but of course he should have known that I'd kill him no matter what. So, since I have all my things no one will question why my father isn't with me and I always ride the carriage to school; alone." He stopped quickly, belatedly realising that he had said far more than necessary. "Forgive me, my lord..."

"There is nothing to forgive, Draco. Well, since you seem to have everything taken care of... The second thing we must take care of is your new mission for your sixth year." Voldemort paused, trying to pick the best phrasing. "I've chosen you to take on this task, Draco, because I believe that you can complete it. I need you to trail Harry Potter, gain his trust, and get him to willingly agree to join me and our cause."

Draco blinked, but quickly uttered the appropriate phrase. "I will complete this, my lord, or die trying."

Voldemort watched Draco's eyes as they sat in companionable silence; amused as Draco tried to figure out how to achieve his goal. His eyes didn't say much of his confidence in completing the task, but Voldemort could see the determination. "I'll help you with your task, Draco; it is too difficult to attempt alone."

Draco smiled softly, a mere tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thank you, my lord... Is there anything else?"

Voldemort sighed. "For one, don't call me 'my lord' when we're alone. Secondly, I need you to stay here tonight..."

"Of course I'll stay... if you don't want me to call you by your title then what would you prefer?"

Voldemort smiled. "Tom, when it's just us or Voldemort, with my innermost circle. Oh, and quit being so formal."

Draco leaned into his seat a bit more, allowing his posture to collapse. "Very well, Tom, why do you want me to stay?"

"I've been finishing the resurrection ritual and tonight I'll need someone to be here and to help me relax into my resurrected form."

Draco smirked, not completely understanding what Tom was saying. "I'll be here for you, so don't worry."

Voldemort nodded a bit as he drank from a phial that was sitting beside him. He twitched and then suddenly dropped the phial and it shattered against the stone floor. Voldemort screamed in agony and thrashed to the point of falling off of the couch and onto the rug. Draco swiftly moved to his side, panicking. What was that phial and what was in it? What would happen when the others heard their lord screaming like this?

"Draco," Voldemort uttered in a gasp, "I've placed a silencing charm on the room and they can't open the door as long as you're in here..." He started to cough. "Don't leave me..."

Draco shook his head and picked Voldemort up; he was surprisingly light but somehow growing steadily heavier as Draco carried him to the bed. Voldemort slumped into the bed and yet still had one arm wrapped around Draco, forbidding him to leave his immediate vicinity. Draco sighed as he crawled onto the bed to make Voldemort more comfortable, and waited for the overwhelming power-lapses to dissipate or, at least, become manageable. Voldemort eventually blacked out, so while he was unconscious, Draco dozed besides him.

Draco shivered; his robe was lying open and he felt soft caresses snaking their way across his bare chest. He could feel warm breath accompanied by soft butterfly kisses on his stomach. He sensed a young lithe body besides his, muscular and masculine slithering along his relatively bare legs. Where had his slacks gone?

Draco gasped, straight perfect teeth had just bitten lightly onto his already tight nipple. His partner's tongue tortured his nipple while his hand teased his erection. It was a maddening desire that started to build within Draco and suddenly Draco was overwhelmed with sensation as he was bitten through his boxers. Merlin, who ever is laying with me, I wish they'd just screw me already! "Uh, gods..." Draco moaned.

The hands that were starting to remove Draco's boxers froze. "Draco...?" the voice was uncertain, and Draco didn't recognise it. "Draco, do you want me to stop?"

"No, gods, no!" Draco moaned as he moved his hips. If whoever was besides him stopped Hell would pay, Draco was sure of that. "...Please..."

The hands rapidly removed Draco's boxers and a wet, warm mouth descended onto Draco's weeping cock. Draco bucked his hips forward and felt resistance as hands pushed his hips back to the mattress. A moan sounded from deep within his partner's throat and he could feel his tongue lapping at the pre-cum that had accumulated at his tip. Draco was so close and he started to shudder.

Draco's ragged breath became like pants as Draco erupted in the hot mouth, jettisoning in quick spurts. Draco panted lightly as he tried to regain his control and figure out what happened when he saw the beautiful shimmering green eyes... Draco pondered as he saw black, messy hair. Who has green eyes and messy black hair? Draco gasped. No, it couldn't be Potter could it? No, that's impossible. I was in Voldemort's rooms when I fell asleep, so it couldn't be Potter but then who? My lord has red eyes and straggly grey hair...

The face lifted off of Draco's chest and kissed his lips softly. "Thank you Draco, thank you for keeping your promise."

Draco drew a blank, what promise? Then suddenly he remembered. "...Tom...is that you?"

A soft chuckle emanated from the man's throat and he whispered, "Don't you recognize your own lord, Draco? Of course it's me."

Draco relaxed and exhaled the breath he realized he had been holding. "You've turned back into your younger self," Draco chuckled, "you look divine..."

A coy smile fitted itself on Tom's lips. "I take it you like my new appearance?" Draco only nodded with a blush. "So, did you learn anything from your first lesson in seduction?" Draco turned an even darker red. "Should I take that as a yes?"

Draco nodded, unable to trust his voice. He was off-balance and he didn't know what to do. Draco shifted slightly; he had learned quite a few things from this lesson. Like how to instil superior desire and lust without using literal magic, he'd have to use his physical magic on his mission.

"Should we continue to lesson two or have you had enough for one evening?" Tom's voice was confusing him. He heard the question but he also sensed the order to stay.

Draco looked into Tom's eyes and smiled ever-so-slightly, "Another...?"

Tom's eyes were sparkling with such radiance and so much life that Draco could tell he was happy to be able to teach Draco more. "Have you ever slept with a man before, Draco?"

His happiness faded and the colour in his face faded leaving him almost as pale as a corpse. Draco shivered in terror, not from the question but the memories that it brought to his mind. His voice trembled, "Yes." Tom was watching his eyes, seeing the fear and pain the memories caused him.

"You were raped?" Tom inquired softly. Draco nodded, adverting his eyes. "You were raped by your father?" Again, just a small nod. "Were you raped by other Death Eaters?"

Draco nodded, looking back into Tom's eyes. He expected to see something akin to approval or something closer to that than what he saw. Tom looked sad, and in one fell swoop, he had Draco wrapped in a strong, tight embrace. "How old were you, Draco?"

Draco shivered. His father had raped him and he hadn't even been into his double-digits; he'd been only: "Seven years old." Draco felt a soft kiss on his temple. "Nott raped me when I was nine, Goyle and Crabbe when I was ten. When I was eleven the four of them teamed up on me, my father had to call in a medi-wizard when they were done because I was so tore up. After that it was gang banging with all of them or just a few of them; so basically from age seven until fifteen, when I became a Death Eater."

Tom shuddered and hugged Draco tighter. "I'm so sorry, Draco... At the next meeting you are to punish them for what they did; torture them." Draco leaned back into Tom's embrace and trembled. "Let me show you what sex really is; let me be your lover tonight?" Draco could hear that it was nothing more then a question. "Let me heal your wounds... please?"

Draco nodded, turning his head towards Tom, seeking a kiss to help calm him. Tom gladly gave the kiss and he slowly removed his own clothing with a wave of his hand. As they kissed, Draco moaned softly from the gentle sensation, the sudden slip of tongue into his mouth. The vibrant flavours that was nowhere near overwhelming with alcohol unlike his previous kisses, those that were forced onto him from his father and his cronies. This realization of the gentleness and the unspoken promise that this lesson could bring made Draco pull away, lips still only a millimeter apart.

"I'm scared, Tom." It was well under a whisper, but Tom still heard the soft confession. It was so rare to hear a Malfoy admit to fear and Tom swallowed with difficulty.

"I'll be as gentle as livingly possible, Draco, but tell me to stop if it gets to be too much." Draco nodded as he felt Tom's lips on his once more. "Which would you prefer the lubrication spell or the primitive way?"

Draco whispered, "Whatever you'd prefer."

"Are you sure you want this, Draco? I'm warning you now I'm a frightfully jealous lover and can be extremely rough," Tom said and Draco gasped and yelped as Tom bit down on his nipple hard, but directly after moaned in consent and nodded his head.

"I'm your slave, master…" Draco whimpered and Tom smiled before descending on Draco's cherry blossom lips. The kissing was incredible. Draco's cock twitched as Tom slid his tongue gently between Draco's lips.

As they separated Tom began to kiss Draco's jaw and neck moving down his chest and torso. Draco writhed and pushed under the tongue.

"I want to thank you Draco," Tom whispered. Draco groaned again and Tom grabbed the vile at he had wandlessly summoned to him. He uncorked it and dribbled the goo directly onto Draco's penis. He gently spread it down so it also thoroughly covers his sensitive opening. As he was distributing the lubrication he could resist the urge to gently push against the entrance.

Draco yelped and his hips thrust into the air. Tom was surprised and happy about the reaction Draco had just displayed and push a little harder so the opening concealed the top portion of his finger. Draco squirmed and tried to force the finger more thoroughly inside himself. Tom obliged and slowly and gently pressed his way in, until Draco was completely penetrated by Tom's extremity.

At Draco's consent Tom slowly began to move his finger in and out. He began to pick up speed and when he felt Draco was ready, inserted a second finger to push for several minutes.

"Are you ready Draco?" Tom asked, removing his fingers and positioning himself between Draco's legs. Tom watched Draco carefully. His eyes were watery and shimmered brightly with complete trust for his master. His lip trembled, as did the rest of his body and his hands were bunched in the sheets but he was determined and ready and nodded his head. "Tell me if it hurts…" Tom whispered as he inserted the tip of his thirsting penis inside the boy. Draco sobbed but did not tell Tom to discontinue and the new-aged teen pushed inch by heavy inch inside the blonde.

After this had been accomplished without protest they began a steady rhythm, slow at first with Draco controlling it, his hips rising to make the thrust but soon they found that Tom was taking over. Driving down into Draco faster and faster; yet Draco didn't find himself in pain, except for the sweet-hot pain that rushed through him with each little nibble, bite or thrust. He didn't think of his father nor of any part of the last several experiences.

There was only the black haired master above him, driving him closer and closer with each of his moans. Each look of ecstasy and passion that contorted his face just right to look like…he wasn't sure who's at the moment but it drove him wild, and sent shivers racing through him.

He was incredibly surprised when Tom reached down and took Draco's weeping member in his hand and began to pump it in time with each of his thrusts. Draco couldn't take it and nearly instantly exploded on his Lord's hand. It didn't take long after for Tom to release himself inside Draco and fell gently on top of him and wrapped himself tightly around the other boy.

"Draco…?" Tom whispered and gasped when Tom felt a drop of water fell onto his shoulder. Draco was crying. Tom wasn't sure how to react. He was usually the one making someone cry. "What can I do?" Tom whispered around the shell of Draco's pale ear. Draco choked and sobbed and wriggled closer to the Dark Lord. Tom nodded and stroked Draco's hair. "It's okay My Dark One…"

Draco awoke to see sun shining through the stained glass window. His body ached but it also felt contented; he started to move when he felt a heaviness resting on his shoulder. He looked down to see Tom's head relaxing on his right shoulder, a hand spread across his chest. Draco smiled, finally his wounds of the past were scared over and he could continue with his life, happier then he had been. Draco returned to sleep with a relaxed smile on his delicate features.

End Part 1