The Dark Lord was seething, how dare that man defile his angel and then have the gall to throw him away and for a whore no less. Marvalo stopped pacing to sit back at his desk and pen a note to Lucious about setting up the soon-to-be-dead-Snape and his whore in the dungeons to await punishment and subsequent death.
He would have to make arrangements to have Harry stay at his manor permanently for he would not allow Harry to be alone after such an ordeal for fear he may hurt himself and if it bought him closer to his angel then he would be killing two birds with one stone.
Missy, his house-elf, popped in to alert him that his treasure had awoken after his much-needed rest. Ignoring his paperwork, that he would no doubt assign to one of his Death-Eaters later, Marvalo walked out of his office and headed towards his rooms, where he knew harry to be.
Opening the French double doors that led to his rooms, he stepped inside and saw Harry sitting cross-legged and clearly not aware of his surroundings on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the wall. The Dark Lord loved seeing his Harry on his bed but his heart ached in equal measure for his Gryffindor and the pain he knew he was in. His Harrys' mind was in turmoil and he hated that he had allowed his soon-to-be-dead-potions-master to bring his Harry to such a state.
Walking over slowly and quietly as to not started the other, Marvalo stopped in front of where Harry was sitting on the bed and crouched down so that he was eye to eye with his Harry before slowly reaching out and cupping the green-eyed wonders face within his hands, snapping his angels' focus back to reality to see that he was sitting incredibly close to his Lord and his Lords hands were on his face. He blushed at the intimacy of the act and the tenderness of his Lords gaze that he knew would only ever be directed at him.
The moment was broken by screams ringing throughout the manor that Harry could identify as Severus'. For a moment he was confused as to why Severus would be being tortured but then the previous days events came back, he had been distracted away from his tremulous thought by his Lord but know they were back full force and this time he couldn't hold back his tears no matter how much he detested showing weakness in front of Marvalo.
Marvalo pulled his angel forward into his chest and tucked his head into crook of his shoulder. He picked his treasure up and moved himself to lean on the headboard of his bed, situating Harry into his slap while he cried into his shoulder as he held him and whispered assurances that everything would be okay into his hair.
When Harrys' cries turned to sniffles and the occasional sob, Marvalo put his finger under Harrys' chin and gently coaxed his head up to meet his eyes. Harrys' eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks were tear streaked and Marvalo was in wonder at how even in this state Harry was still beautiful.
"C-c-can I-I help Bella t-torture S-s-snape?" Harry asked, the hiccupping and stuttering from his crying making his speak disjointed and rather hard to understand but Marvalo heard exactly what Harry said.
"Are you sure you want to go near him my angel?" Marvalo asked in concern and smirked slightly when he noticed the pretty pink blush spreading on his Harrys' face and neck. Harry, seeing the mans smirk, ducked his head back into Marvalos' neck, only now noticing he was basically straddling his Lord, on his Lords' bed, in his Lords' room, in his Lords' manor, the thought made him squeak and caused his blush to grow hotter.
Marvalo wound his arms around Harrys' waist, lifted him so they were lying side by side and spelled the blankets over them whilst simultaneously removing their clothing, replacing them with conjured sleeping pants in their place, while Marvalo held Harry tightly but not uncomfortably to his chest.
"W-what?" Harry asked dumbly, not understanding why his Lord was holding him and shocked by the suddenness of the movement.
"Sleep, my Harry," Harry blushed at the endearment and went to protest but was silenced by Marvalos' lips on his, for a second he laid stock still, not moving before he broke out of his stupor and kissed back with fervour, forgetting the pain of Severus' betrayal as Marvalo mapped out his mouth with his tongue.
When they pulled back they were both panting and out of breath. Marvalo smirked at seeing his Harrys' bruised lips and his eyes went half-lidded in lust for his angel. Upon seeing his smirk Harry pulled him back in for another breathtaking kiss.
Marvalo licked Harrys' lips seeking entrance which Harry readily gave and as Harry slipped his hands into Marvalos' hair their tongues fought for dominance before Marvalo gave up and instead started kissing and sucking along Harrys' jaw and neck, moving up towards his ear and sucking at the spot he found to be incredibly sensitive, revelling in the drawn-out moans and whimpers from his Harry.
Marvalos' hands went to rest on Harrys' hips, teasingly dipping his fingers under the fabric of Harrys' shirt and bringing even more needy sounds from Harrys' mouth at the skin-on-skin contact. Sitting up and pulling Harry back up onto his lap, Harry straddled him and ground their erections together making them both moan, before doing it again. It only took a few more minutes of this before they were both bought to the edge and sated. Harry fell limply beside Marvalo before curling into his side. Marvalo turned towards Harry and pulled him close before they both fell into the arms of Morpheus.
