Warnings: Age disparity (46/18), dub-con-ish
Disclaimer: I don't own, so please don't sue.
Author's Notes: Written for daisychain_drab round #3 on LJ, once again ignoring the optional prompt because Lucius refused to be celebratory, and Tom Riddle does not approve of bonfires. Tom Riddle's appearance follows canon as much as possible (I assume he lost his nose and hair after his 'death', so he still has both of those), so don't expect attractive!Tom. This is technically a drabble series, hence all of the breaks.
"Your arm, Lucius," Tom Riddle hissed, the middle and final syllables of his name drawing out a beat longer than necessary. Unable to stop himself, Lucius shivered as he stepped forward and broke away from the ranks of cloaked wizards that surrounded their dark Lord.
Riddle's pale and waxy features stood out, as though illuminated from some unseen light, in the darkness of the forest clearing, and as he lowered himself to his knees at the older man's feet, Lucius was able to make out the red tinge to his eyes.
"My Lord," Lucius murmured as he presented his arm.
Searing pain ripped through Lucius as the tip of Riddle's wand pressed against his flesh. Gritting his teeth against it, Lucius sucked in a breath and watched the swirl of magic as it coursed over his forearm to form the mark he'd craved.
Words slipped from the lips of the man standing over him, a soft string of hissing sounds that travelled directly to Lucius's cock, already stirring from the waves of pain that coursed through him beneath his master's spell.
His arm dropped limply to his side when it was finished, and Lucius could only tremble on his knees.
"Leave us," Riddle instructed the others, and once again, the hiss of his voice held the word on his lips just a moment longer than usual.
There was the crackof Apparition all around until the two of them were left alone, and Lucius lifted his head to find those red-tinged eyes watching him with curiosity.
"My Lord?" Lucius whispered, unnerved by how breathless he sounded, even to himself. Riddle's lips peeled back into a grin that sent a thrill through him, and Lucius's gaze flickered downwards for only a moment. Noticing, Riddle laughed above him, a high-pitched, cold sound.
If he had held any fantasy that servicing his master would be an experience with any semblance of pleasure, they were put to rest swiftly. Riddle's pale fingers gripped his hair without any care for the burn in Lucius's scalp as several fine strands of hair were torn up from the root. The rough thrusts of Riddle's hips caused the head of his cock to slam against the back of Lucius's throat just before it would close off his airway for a moment, and, unable to prevent them, tears welled beneath his closed lids as his breathing was repeatedly interrupted.
When it was finished, Lucius crumpled forward onto his forearms with the taste of Riddle's semen bitter on his tongue. He vaguely realised he was spoken to, in the instant before the crackof Apparition signalled the older wizards departure, but the words were unable to break through the ghostly sound of hissed words in an unintelligible tongue that still rang in Lucius's ears.
It was several minutes before Lucius found it in himself to move, only enough to tuck one hand, now filthy with dirt from the ground beneath him, into his robes to close around his half-hard cock.