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parseltounge
partial parseltounge
Tom woke slowly to the pleasant sensation of having a warm body snuggled into his side. He glanced down and smiled to see Remy's head on his chest and an arm encircling his waist. 'Not a dream' he thought to himself as he gently ran his fingers through wavy locks.
Remy slowly woke to the feeling of fingers running through his hair. Something that hadn't happened since he was twelve years old and his Tante had treated him for the flu. "Tom?" he questioned as he opened his eyes and saw Tom smiling down at him.
Tom shook off his thoughts and quietly asked, "How'd you sleep?"
"Good." Remy smiles. "you been awake long?"
"No, only a few minutes." They lapsed into silence each just enjoying the feel of the other holding them, before the outside world made its presence know, with a rumble from Remy's stomach.
Tom chuckled, "I think thats our signal to get out of bed and find some lunch." Tom gave Remy a lingering kiss, before getting out of bed and summoning their clothes from earlier.
As they made their way into the kitchen Remy asked, "Are we going to your home, now that we've rescued those people?"
"Not exactly." Tom replied while he made cold meat sandwiches. "We can't leave here until tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Its complicated." Tom sighed as he handed Remy a plate, "The Weasley we rescued now owes us each a life debt. As such, this means we can demand anything of him that is within his power to give and he would have to comply or die. The goblins also need to punish him to appease the goddess, but are hesitant in doing that as there would be repercussions for punishing a 'hero' of the wizarding world. I will be helping them come up with a way to satisfy the goddess without angering the wizarding population."
"What if I don't want anything from him?" Remy asked, not liking the thought of having that kind of power over another person.
Tom smiled in understanding, "Then I'd suggest having him give you 2million galleons."
"Whats a galleon? And why that many?" Remy asked in confusion.
"A galleon is the largest denomination of wizarding currency. He's a very rich man, to ask for less would be an insult." Tom stated. "2million galleons would be the equivalent of 200million US dollars."
Remy looked at Tom in shock, 'I'd never have to worry about money again.' he thought. 'wait a second if I get a life debt doesn't that mean..'
"Tom, don't I owe you a life debt also?" Remy asked in a shaky voice.
Tom froze, he hadn't thought about that, but it would make sense. "If you do I'll take care of it. I hereby declare any and all life debts owed to me by Remy Etienne Lebeau AKA Gambit shall be null and void." A small swirl of magic lit up the room going from Tom to Remy before it disappeared.
Tom smiled, "There, thats better. You no longer owe me a life debt."
"Why'd you do that? You could have asked for anything."
Tom walked around the table and enfolded Remy into an embrace. "Friends don't do that to each other, more so for lovers. You owe me nothing, even if we don't work out, you would still owe me nothing."
Remy nodded against Tom's shoulder. His whole life people had constantly expected him to repay them in some way for their kindnesses. The thieves guild for adopting him, Sinister for saving his life, and the X-men for giving him a chance. And now, Tom had a chance to make him do anything and he threw it away, saying friends don't do that to each other.
Tom just held Remy close as he waited for him to regain control of his emotions again. When he felt a slight push he relaxed his hold allowing Remy to move away. Remy looked into the bright green eyes of his lover and said, "Thank you, you don't know how much that meant to me."
Tom caught his chin and replied, "Your welcome." then he placed a chaste kiss on those luscious lips. "Now finish your lunch. While I go get something from the other room."
Tom left the kitchen and entered the bedroom, after shutting the door he opened one of his bags from earlier and pulled out a handful of silver sickles, a gold galleon, a huge ruby and several small emeralds. He smiled as he put them all in his pocket before he packed his bag away again. Returning to the kitchen, he saw that Remy had indeed finished eating. "I going to speak with a few goblins, would you like to come along or stay here?" He asked.
"I'll go with you, safer that way." Remy answered jokingly.
"Hmm, don't know about safer. More interesting certainly, safer not necessarily." Tom half joked as he lead the way outside in search of the goblins he most wanted to speak with.
They made their way deeper into the camp where shouts could be heard from cheering goblins around a fenced enclosure. Inside the fenced area Griphook and Leadfoot were stripped to the waist and sparring in a no holds barred brawl. Tom asked the nearest goblin, "Whats this about then?"
The goblin didn't take his eyes off the action as he replied, "Griphook is proving to the youngsters that he hasn't gone soft."
"I see, and why would they think he had?"
"He refused to let us punish the wizards and witches after they disrespected us earlier. Said we should just avoid them until they leave." A loud cheer went up as Griphook finally defeated his opponent. They shook hands, before Sharptooth left the ring, Griphook stood there waiting for anymore challengers. When no one came forward, Griphook also left the circle and went to sit in a chair near the refreshments that had been setup earlier for the fighters.
Tom made his way over to him. "Its been awhile since I've seen you fight like that."
"And I hope that I won't have to do that again for along time, if at all. I'm getting too old for this, Parsel."
"Nonsense, you may be in your early 300s but you fight like a goblin half your age."
Griphook laughed, "You always did know what to say to cheer this old goblin up. So why aren't you two still closeted inside your tent? Don't tell me you wore him out already." he said, looking past Parsel to Gambit.
Gambit heard the goblin and turned beet red while Tom answered, "No, I didn't, and I don't intend to. Can't have a relationship, if you spend all day in the bedroom. You know that."
"Alright, I'll stop teasing. But seriously, why are you out here?"
"I was looking for you and Steelgrip."
"Ah, hes over there," he said as he pointed to tent setup near a portable forge. "Now, before you disappear to speak with him, what did you need me for."
"Just wanted to see how the younger goblins were handling the Weasley situation. Not well, doesn't quite do it justice." Tom stated.
"No, no it doesn't. But it did help to work off some of their anger, even if it was against me."
"Hmm," Tom thought to himself before asking, "If they thought you were going soft, I wonder what they think about me. Perhaps a tournament is in order to see if I still deserve my place as the high champion. What do you think?"
"You make a good point, the young upstarts never saw you in battle before. They only heard about it from their fathers or other elders, more than likely they were expecting you to be a goblin. That you aren't could have been part of the reason for the challenges. Yes a tournament would help settle matters."
"Shall we have it before or after the meeting? I'm thinking before. So no one can refute my participation in the decision making."
"I agree, I will contact Chief Ragnok and tell him of the change in plans. Be ready at dawn, I will spread the word once I receive approval." Griphook told Tom before he left to do just that.
Tom shook his head as he watched him go. "Well, that was interesting." Remy said from behind Tom.
Tom turned his head to look at him, "Told ya it would be."
"So, we're seeing Steelgrip now?"
"Yep, hes a marvel when it comes to metalworking." Tom grinned as they approached the tent.
"Parsel, that you." Said a gruff voice from inside the tent.
"Yes, it is Steelgrip. And I just happen to have a challenge for you."
"A challenge you say. Well lets hear it, haven't had a decent challenge in ages." A broad shouldered, muscular goblin stepped out of the tent. He was taller than the other goblins so far and his Gringotts crest had another superimposed over it, bearing a depiction of a hammer striking a blade over an anvil, signifying his status as a blacksmith.
Tom set the gems and money he had pocketed earlier on a nearby table. He then grabbed some parchment and started to draw when he was done, he handed the drawing to the waiting goblin. Steelgrip looked the drawing over, he then looked at the materials, before nodding his head. "You'll be adding spells to this afterwards?"
"Of course." Tom answered, "Will you do it?"
Steelgrip chuckled, "You know me, I love a challenge. I'll bring it by after its done, should be around nine. Shall I just charge this to your regular account." Tom nodded. "Very well, I shall see you later."
"I shall be waiting." Tom turned to Remy and lead him out of the area.
"What are you having him make?" Remy asked, as his curiosity got the better of him.
"You'll see." As they finished a circuit of the camp, stopping outside their tent Tom looked at his watch. "I can show you something else that he's made for me if you'd like to see it."
"Sure, I'd like to see what he calls a challenge."
"Alright," Tom conjured up some chairs and chess table before saying, "I'll be right back." then ducked into the tent only to return two minutes later carrying a box.
"Here you go, open it."
Remy took the box and opened the lid, he felt his jaw drop as he looked inside. Picking up a solid gold 10" high figurine with emeralds as eyes, and wore a long gold robe that felt and looked like cloth, studded with various other gems making intricate patterns, it also wore a crown, and held a scepter. "That would be the king." Tom stated as he watched Remy admire the piece.
Remy looked from the figure to the chess table Tom had made earlier. "You mean these are your chess pieces." He asked as he looked at another figure this one done in silver.
"That they are, I had Steelgrip make them for me after I was named High Champion. I must say he outdid my expectations." Tom began setting up the pieces as Remy passed them over after he had admired each one. "Which side do you want? Gold or silver?"
"We're going to play with these?" Remy asked uncertain.
"Course beauty without function would be wasteful. Besides thats not all they can do."
"What else can they do?" He asked as he set himself behind the silver figures and moved a pawn.
"Wizards chess pieces have the ability to give advice, move on their own, and attack opposing pieces." Tom stated as he moved his own pawn forward. "I took the basic spells used and modified them."
"Modified them to do what?" Remy asked curiously as he continued playing being very gentle with the pieces.
Tom smirked, "They can do all those things, just not against other pieces. I can have them gather information and report back to me, or become innocent assassins should I ever be captured. Thats part of the reason they were packed with my battle gear. No one would ever suspect the chess pieces, especially since they only respond to my commands."
Remy paused in moving his knight, "You mean these can kill on command."
Tom nodded, "Should there be a need for it, yes. Thankfully, I've never used that command against a real target. Well unless you count rats, had to test it somehow." he explained.
"And what happens if they are somehow stolen?"
"I had Chief Ragnok help me with that. The crest on the bottom of each piece denotes my ownership, it also links them to me so I can find them wherever in the world they might end up. No wards or spells can stop me from knowing the location and once I have it, I am free to take them back. Simple really." Tom smiled. "Checkmate."
Remy looked down at the board and saw that while he had been focusing on Tom's attacking knights and bishops, several pawns had closed ranks and now had him thoroughly beaten. "And I thought I was winning too." He said with an answering smile.
Tom packed up the pieces back into their boxes as the sun started to set. After returning the box back to his bag, he levitated a tray outside, bearing glasses, red wine and a savory fish dinner. He set the tray on the table between them after changing it into a real table. "Not quite a dinner by candlelight, but you really can't beat a sunset in the dessert." Tom said as he poured the wine.
Remy accepted the glass from Tom, "Oui, only way to beat the sunset is with a sunrise, and even then its a toss up." he replied as he relaxed into his chair enjoying the quasi-date they were having. Once the food was gone Tom banished the tray and dishes back to the tent leaving them with only their wine. They linked hands as they watched the stars start to come out.
Remy removed his sunglasses now that they were no longer needed, and smiled at Tom. "Never really watched the stars before, they sure are beautiful."
Remy's breath caught at the sight of Tom's emerald orbs practically glowing with restrained power. He licked his lips as Tom leaned in. "Yeah, beautiful," Tom breathed looking into Remy's ruby eyes, before capturing his lush lips in a gentle kiss. Heated sparks shot through their bodies as their lips moved against each other.
"What do you mean theres no tents left? Don't you know who I am?" Ron's voice rang throughout the camp. Tom and Remy broke apart as the shouting continued.
"Why don't you guys double up and give us two tents so we can sleep already. Its really not that complicated." Hermione reasoned.
"Yeah, well maybe if you three had asked earlier, like Bill did we wouldn't be having this problem. He's already sharing with me, and everyone else has either left or gone to sleep." said an irritated wizard.
"How come others left but we can't?" Ginny asked
"Because they were needed elsewhere. Thats why. Now leave me alone so I can get some sleep as well." He said as he entered his own tent.
"But what about us? You can't just leave us like this. I'll..." Ron shouted
"Shut Up Already!" came a shout from several tents.
"Hey theres Malfoy, we can take his tent." Ron stated as he pointed out a pale figure walking towards the area.
Draco looked up as he heard that, and turned back the way he had come. Ron and the girls seeing him getting away gave chase.
Tom cursed to himself, as he saw the scene play out ending with the start of a chase headed towards their direction. 'Stupid. conceited, irritating, annoying bastards.' Seeing no one else around he decided to put a stop to this before it ended in bloodshed. "Duty calls," he sighed to Remy. "If you'll excuse me." he said standing up.
Remy pouted for a moment before he realized what he was doing and stopped it. "Should I leave?" he asked.
"No, this shouldn't take long then we can go back to enjoying the night together." he said as he cupped Remy's cheek and stole one last kiss before he walked to the edge of the tent's wards.
Draco was running as fast as he could away from the red heads and bookworm, the only problem was he had no where to run to, everyone else was asleep and the goblins wouldn't like to be disturbed for something like this. They'd probably just tell him to fight them off, proving his claim on the tent.
He was almost out of breath when he saw a large tent just up ahead with two people outside it, one sitting the other standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and tapping his foot, like he was waiting for something. Draco ran to the tent and almost jumped back as he recognized who was standing infront of him. "My liege," he gasped out dropping to his knees infront of the imposing figure of Parsel.
Parsel reached out and pulled Draco inside the wards before he released him and turned back to watching the pursuers. "Go sit, and catch your breath, we will speak later." Tom spoke over his shoulder and made a pitcher of ice water and a spare glass appear on the table infront of a new chair.
"Yes, my liege, I thank you, my liege." he managed to say, bowed low and wearily made his way over to the chair and water. He sank into the chair and rapidly drained his first glass of water and had just refilled his glass when he saw red on black eyes watching him.
"You shouldn't drink so fast right after running, especially cold things." Gambit said, remembering that lesson from his street days. "It'll just come right back up, if you try to move too soon."
Draco quickly got over the shock of seeing Gambit's eyes as he heard the thick accent he spoke with. 'The Dark Lord never sounded like this' he thought.
"Thanks, I'll remember that. By the way my name's Draco Black. I believe I saw you earlier when we gave our statements." He said
"I was there, Gambit be my name. Now shh, I want to hear what Parsels going to say to the others." Gambit stated as he saw the red heads finally reach where Parsel was standing.
"Where did Malfoy go?" Ron wheezed looking around.
"There he is," Shouted Ginny before she started towards him, activating the wards, causing them to throw her back several feet. Hermione went to help her to stand back up.
Ron turned purple with rage as he heard Parsel growl out, "I didn't give you permission to enter my domain, you little harlot."
"My sister is not a harlot, now apologize before I beat you to a pulp." Ron shouted
"She propositioned a taken man earlier today, I am almost sure she did so to others as well in her search for lodging. That makes her a not very successful harlot, but a harlot none-the-less. Now, why were you chasing Mr. Black, so mindlessly you ran into my wards?" He asked glaring down at them.
"We wanted to borrow his tent, since they ran out before giving us one." Hermione hurriedly replied before Ron could open his big mouth again.
"Really, thats not what I heard." Tom half turned away from them, "How 'bout you Gambit?"
"Non, not what I heard either." Remy replied with a grin.
Tom turned back to the group, "I heard that you were going to take his tent from him since you didn't make arrangements like you were told earlier. I also heard that you told the tent owners to double up so you could have their tents and not have to share."
"Thats not true, we would never do that. We had Bill find us tents for the night, but apparently there was some confusion and others were called away, so now theres not enough space left. We let Bill share with a friend of his and now we were hoping that Draco would be willing to let bygones be bygones and loan his tent to us." Hermione said lying through her teeth, with her I'm-a-good-girl-and-would-never-break-the-rules face.
"Riiggghhhtt, cause I'm soo going to believe that after this morning." Tom replied sarcastically.
"Why do you care what we want with him anyway, its just a Malfoy?" Ron sneered
"His name is Black, the fact that you interrupted my evening with your shouting and running is more than enough reason for me to care. Now I suggest you find somewhere to bunk for the night, preferably far from here." Tom said as he turned and started walking back to his seat.
"Hey come back here, I wasn't done talking to you." Ron shouted, as he tried to move closer and got shocked for his trouble, "Ouch, fucking wards."
"Did that hurt?" Tom questioned from where he was sitting comfortably next to Remy again.
"Yeah it hurt you bastard," was the answer he got.
He smirked as he took a sip of wine, "Then I suggest you don't do that again." he called back, causing Remy to laugh next to him.
"You'll pay for this, you hear, I'll tell the papers about what you've done to me." Ron yelled.
"Is there a problem here?" Came a gruff voice from behind the trio.
"Yeah theres a problem, his wards keep shocking us when we try to enter." Ron complained to the goblin behind him.
"Wasn't asking you human." The goblin sneered at Ron.
"Steelgrip that you? Done already my friend?" Tom asked as he allowed the goblin entrance. "And theres no problem, those three are just looking for a place to spend the night. Do you perhaps have an idea where they could possibly stay?" He asked, giving the goblin a feral grin.
Seeing the grin, Steelgrip gave one in return before replying, "Of course Parsel. Why they didn't bring this to us sooner I have no idea." Tom handed his glass of wine to the goblin who drained it before turning it into a portkey. Walking over to the three outside the wards he said, "Now, here you go, this will take you to a place where you can spend the night in the comfort you deserve."
Ron and Ginny immediately grabbed the glass, Hermione took a few seconds longer, not really liking how Parsel and the goblin were grinning at them. Once she had touched the glass, the goblin said, "Enjoy." causing the portkey to activate.
Tom and Steelgrip, looked at one another and burst out in laughter, till tears came out of their eyes. "Oh man, Steelgrip, that was too easy. The comfort they deserve, truly magnificent."
"I never said the comfort they think they deserve now did I." the goblin cackled.
Tom conjured up another chair Steelgrip, and waited for him to sit, before he asked, "Where'd you send them?"
"They are in the Gringotts Egyptian branch's holding cell for thieves. I had the glass made unbreakable and etched with instructions for the goblins on duty to return them tomorrow after the meeting was finished."
As Gambit and Draco heard the explanation they let out their own set of chuckles. "Well it seems that your problem is resolved, Mr. Black, you may return to your tent now." Tom said as he turned to look at the blond. "And next time, should something like this happen, go to the goblins. You are a Gringotts employee, they will help you."
"But I'm not a full employee yet."
"Doesn't matter, the ones chasing you were not even trainees. Your word is taken into account more than theirs since lying to your superiors is a punishable crime which is why Mr. Weasley gave his statement as he did earlier. Neither lying nor placing blame on any one person." Tom turned to Steelgrip. "Am I right in saying that the goblins would have helped Mr. Black, here with those fools had he turned to them first?"
"Of course you are Parsel." Steelgrip answered turning to Draco, "When you signed your contract, it wasn't just saying you would do those certain tasks to become a full employee. It was also a binding contract making sure you would uphold our laws and ideals. As such it requires us to make sure you are provided for if you are in need. Hence your rescue."
"What do you mean? I thought everyone came to rescue Weasley." Draco asked in confusion.
Tom laughed, "We didn't even know he was in there until after I had been called in. No, I came to rescue a Gringotts employee from a tomb. Not a trainee, and definitely not a Weasley. All this," Tom gestured towards the encampment, "Was called in to help you, as your contract dictates. Now its late, I suggest you get some sleep Mr. Black." Tom said in a clear dismissal.
Draco stopped himself from asking anymore questions when he heard the dismissal, and remembered just who's presence he was in. He stood from his chair, and bowed low saying, "I thank you again for your allowing me sanctuary my liege." Bowing to Gambit and Steelgrip also just to be on the safe side, he continued, "I thank you as well, my lords." Then he stood and left the wards at a quick pace back to his tent.
"Well, thats a new one. A wizard addressing a goblin as my lord. Makes you feel good doesn't it Steelgrip." Tom asked the stunned goblin.
"Hmm, yes. I will be sure to add that to his reports, we send to Griphook." Steelgrip agreed before he recovered himself. "Now that thats done, I can give you what I came here for." Steelgrip took out a small box. "I trust this meets with your expectations."
Tom took the box from Steelgrip and opened it to reveal a multitude of silk inside. Unwrapping the silk revealed the marvel inside. "Its truly magnificent, once again you have exceeded my expectations, my friend. I really must send you more challenges to create for me Steelgrip."
The goblin nodded at the compliments and said, "See that you do, Parsel. But now I must bid you goodnight, so I can rest before the tournament tomorrow. I look forward to taking you on again." He laughed as he left the wards.
Tom just shook his head at the laughing goblin before he turned to Remy. "Remy, come see, and tell me what you think." he said.
Remy moved closer to the object that Tom held in his hand. It took his breath away as he saw the detailing on the pendant. It was 2inches tall and an inch wide, scale model of an ace of hearts playing card, only the heart was done with a ruby and had a depiction of a cobra, with emeralds as eyes, encircling the heart with its fangs barred protecting it. The corners that would hold small As and hearts, now had gold parselscript that read Tom and Remy in one corner and Parsel and Gambit in the other corner. The entire card and chain was made of pure silver. Turning the card over Remy saw Tom's symbol of ownership done in gold and some smaller runes that he didn't recognize. "Its beautiful, Tom." Remy breathed.
"I'm glad you like it," Tom said as he stood up and finished adding spells to the piece. He walked around Remy and clasped the necklace in place, "Because its yours now."
Remy felt a warmth spread from where the necklace now rested against his skin, and spread to encompass his entire body before returning to the pendant. "What did it just do?"
"It just recognized you as its owner." Tom explained.
"But it has your symbol on it."
"Yes it does. But thats only so I can find you should you ever need me and I'm not there. It won't allow anyone else to take it from you and will give them a nasty shock should they attempt to try. It won't rust, tarnish, or break so theres no need for you to remove it. It also can provide you with your weapon of choice. Just touch the card and think of how many you need and they will appear in your hand full size, though they will all resemble your pendant. It will never run out, so you will always be protected. The last thing is that it can heal you of many minor wounds or a few heavy wounds, before it will need to recharge its magic. Of course if your being wounded, then I will soon be there and you shouldn't need to worry about it having to recharge." Tom explained to a stunned Cajun.
Remy sat there and listened to all the things the gift that Tom had just given him could do. 'He had it made for me, and then made it so I will always have protection, and be able to heal myself until he can come to get me.' Remy cleared his throat and asked, "Why are you giving me this?"
"I protect what is mine. And you are that, my friend, my lover, mine. Even should you stop being my lover, you would still be my friend and still be mine to protect." Tom stated with conviction.
Remy stood and gave Tom a deep kiss that he eagerly returned. "Mine." Tom hissed when the kiss ended.
"Mm, yours." Remy breathed as Tom trailed a line of fire down his neck. Tom held him closer and sucked on his joint between the neck and shoulder leaving another mark of ownership. Remy gasped out at the sensation of being marked. "Tom, we should go inside before, I let you take me right here."
Tom vanished the chairs and table, and banished the box to his bag with a negligent wave of his hand before he captured Remy's lips again and sought entrance with his tongue and apparated them into the bedroom. He laid Remy down on the bed before removing their clothes with magic. He gazed down at his lovers body and breathed out, "Mine."
Remy shivered at the smoldering gaze Tom was giving him and the intensity of his tone as he said 'mine', "Yours,"
Tom set out to claim every inch of that gorgeous body with his kisses eliciting moans and gasps from Remy as he reached sensitive spots. He made mental notes to come back to those places once he was finished mapping the rest of his body. "Gods...yes...Tom ...Mmm..please Tom." Remy panted as he withered and wreathed on the bed as Tom worshiped his body with his hands and mouth. Tom took Remy's leaking cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue as he moved his head up and down the shaft.
"Gods...Yes...Tom...." Remy came with a shout as Tom deep throated him and hummed sending vibrations throughout his cock. "TOM"
Tom swallowed everything Remy gave him and gave the spent member a few more licks to make sure he didn't miss anything. Once finished he began trailing kisses back up Remy's chest to his neck and breathed into his ear, "Turn over,"
Remy stiffened at the request as he still felt Toms hardness against his side. "Trust me, Remy." Remy nodded and turned onto his stomach. He tensed when he first felt Tom's mouth on his shoulder blades but started to relax as he noticed that Tom was being very careful to keep his leaking erection from touching his back. Tom trailed fiery kisses over his back, down his spine and placed a few on his cheeks before continuing down his thighs, under his kneecaps and he nibbled on his calf. After he had finished with the first leg he made his way back up the other. All the attention Tom was paying to his body was making Remy hard again and he groaned as he realized that fact.
Tom used Remy's momentary distraction to breath over his entrance eliciting a gasp from his sensitive lover, "Tom?"
"Trust me," Tom breathed as he flickered out his tongue and gave it a lick. He circled his tongue around the entrance, he slowly entered the tight place causing Remy to moan at the sensation. He carefully maneuvered his tongue in and out slowly before speeding up as Remy's moans became louder and he started moving with him.
'oh, gods, thats his tongue' Remy thought as felt Tom lick his entrance, "Mmm...gods..." Remy hardened even more as Tom moved his tongue inside him. He pushed back wanted to feel more of that talented muscle inside of him. "Tom.. Oh ...Gods....Tom," Tom moved faster as he felt Remy's leg rubbing against his neglected cock. He reached around to Remy's front and moved his hand down Remy's cock in time with his thrusting tongue. The combination of sensations sent Remy into overload and he came hard, screaming out, "OH GODS, YES TOM" Hearing Remy scream in ecstasy and feeling Remy's muscles contract against his tongue as he came, sent him over the edge as well.
Tom cast cleaning charms over them as he made his way to lie beside his exhausted lover. He brought him into his arms and spooned him from behind, and kissed his neck. "Mine."
"Yours, Tom, All yours." Remy breathed as he tried to stay awake a little longer.
"Sleep, Remy." Tom whispered into his ear as he watched the ruby eyes flutter closed. He tightened his hold for a second before having the blankets cover them and following him into sleep.
Tom woke an hour before dawn and very carefully removed himself from the bed and his sleeping lover. He got dressed in form fitting doeskin leather pants, matching doeskin boots, and had a long brown cloak draped over one his shoulders. It had the Gringotts crest over the left breast, along with the symbol of a high champion, on the back his personal crest, of a coiled cobra with hood flared, fangs barred waiting to strike. "Embrace your darkness, and live forevermore in the Grey." was written below in emerald green parselscript.
Remy woke slowly as he heard Tom moving around the room dressing, "Tom? You going somewhere?"
"Yes, Remy, I'm heading over to the fighters area so I can defend my title of high champion to the goblins. You can go back to sleep if you want, it'll take a few hours." Tom stated.
"And miss seeing you defeat someone other than me, I don't think so." Remy replied as he quickly got out of bed and started looking around for clothes to wear.
Tom chuckled as he watched Remy, move around the tent trying to hurry. He walked behind his lover and handed him a similar outfit to his own except instead of a cloak he was given a doeskin tunic. Once they were both dressed they made their way to the fighter's area, where all the goblins were gathered around several richly dressed, elder goblins. The human workers had also arrived at the area to see what all the commotion was about.
"So, my young workers. You want to test the might of our High Champion." Ragnok stated to the eager fighters lining inside the fenced off arena. "You think we have chosen wrongly in our choosing of a wizard. So be it, and may he have mercy on your lives."
Ragnok spotted Parsel headed his way and grinned, "Parsel, are you ready for this?"
"Always, Chief Ragnok." Tom answered as he knelt before the chief.
Ragnok looked behind Parsel to where Gambit stood outside the crowd of eager goblins. "would that be your partner over there Parsel."
"Yes, Chief Ragnok, his name is Gambit. He will be watching the tournament as he wants to see me defeat someone other than him." Tom said with a slight grin.
"Interesting, he will sit with me, as we watch the proceedings." Ragnok declared.
"As you wish." Tom stated before he went over to Gambit and lead him to the chairs reserved for the Chief and other elders.
"Chief Ragnok, honored elders. I present to you my mate, Gambit." Tom stated formally.
"Very good, Parsel you may leave." Ragnok said in dismissal as he motioned the others to sit.
Tom removed his cloak and handed it to Remy, gave him a last searing kiss gaining whistles from the goblins and humans alike. Breaking the kiss, he winked at Remy and went to his starting area to await the first challenger. Remy sank into his seat, as he watched Tom enter the arena.
"Alright you lot settle down, All challengers to the arena. Remember no magic and only the weapons already inside the arena will be used. All yields will be honored, let there be no deaths in this tournament. Begin." Ragnok's voice boomed over the crowd.
Tom stood in the center of the field, within easy reach of weapons but still far enough away not to trip over them, as he waited for the attack. He would be taking on single challengers mostly the youngsters to start with. Then as they wore themselves out the more experienced warriors like Steelgrip and Griphook would enter the arena in groups anywhere from 2-25 goblins at once. He tried not to stop his smile as his excitement grew at the thought of battle again.
A young gangly goblin made his way into the arena, he couldn't be out of his 20s yet, barely into warrior training. Tom didn't even bother with a weapon he simply waited for the goblin to rush him and stepped to the side with his leg sticking out effectively tripping him causing him to hit his head with the pommel of his sword knocking him out. Tom went back to his starting place after checking for a pulse and giving the ok sign to crowd who carried him out.
The next three matches only lasted a little longer with Tom evading the wild movements of the youngsters until they tripped themselves up and he knocked them out or disarming them himself and putting his blade to their throats.
The next group decided to work together, only they obviously didn't know how yet. They were spaced out a little too far to help each other but close enough that they would get in each others way should Tom rush one of them. To say that Tom was toying with them would be an understatement. He would rush a group and when they got tangled up he disarmed them and threw the swords they carried behind him, making them stick upright in the sand blocking the others that wanted to take a chance at his unprotected backside. He tagged all the ones on the ground symbolizing kills before he turned his attention to the other three. Two had knocked themselves out running into the blades. He jumped over the swords in the sand landed behind them and banged their heads together.
Remy watched on from his place next to the Chief. He could hear him grumbling about the foolishness of youth as they made stupid mistake after stupid mistake. The younger goblins had all been defeated and it hadn't even been an hour yet, and Tom smile only grew as the he waited for the last challengers, a group of 25 elder goblins, with Steelgrip and Griphook in the lead.
"Now we will see a fight." said Ragnok, as he elbowed Gambit in the ribs. "But you haven't seen Parsel in a battle rage before. This will only be a taste." he continued as the goblins gave a war cry and Tom only crouched down in a fighting stance holding a sword in each hand, his smiling face frightening the watching wizards and few of the younger goblins that had previously been in the arena.
"Lets dance," Tom stated to the rushing goblins as he parried their thrusts, evading blows from behind. Dodge, parry, thrust, lunge, punch, smash, kick,duck, roll, swipe, disarm, accept yield, repeat. The dance went on for hours as Tom focused his energy on each opponent individually and regulated the others to distractions to be avoided until target was destroyed. A lucky shot would occasionally make it through his defense but he just shrugged it off and fought faster and harder, his smile never wavering and his emerald eyes blazing with amusement and power.
"Now thats what I'm talking about, Show 'em what it means to be High Champion, Parsel." Ragnok shouted out over the cheering crowd.
Remy saw Tom taking the blows and shrugging them off, even when a few were deep enough to bleed and would need stitches later. 'Hes the only one pulling his blows' he realized as a particularly vicious swipe barely missed decapitating Tom.
Tom quickly disarmed and dispatched the next two goblins after that close call. Finally only Steelgrip was left. "You ready for me, Parsel."
"Bring it on, old friend. You gonna make me another chess set after I win again?" Tom taunted.
Their blades rang loudly as they clashed together in a flurry of blows from Steelgrip. "Aye, you win I'll make them for you. What would you like them made out of this time?"
"Same materials, I've a few more designs that should pique your interest that I'll be sending you in a few days." Tom called out as he went on the attack.
"Agreed." After that neither spoke anymore saving their breath for the fight as the blows got heavier and the deadly dance of steel on steel sped up until all you saw was a blur of motion. Tom switched hands in the middle of the fight and became even deadlier. He managed to disarm the goblin and had his sword tagging his chest not five minutes later.
"Damn it, Parsel. That left hand trick still got me." Steelgrip growled out.
Tom laughed and helped the goblin up, "Had to give them a good show, had I started off with my right hand the tournament would have been over before it could even start." Steelgrip laughed with him as they made their way out of the arena.
Chief Ragnok stood up and cheerfully stated to the waiting crowd, "Once again, we have been blessed to witness a true warrior fight. Parsel, has once again proven his place amongst us as our High Champion. I for one am proud to call him brother." A loud cheer went up from the goblins as they accepted Parsel as one of their own.
"Your praise means much to me, my chief. I will be sure to uphold your high standards as my station dictates." Parsel stated formally, bowing low.
Ragnok motioned him to stand and turned him to face the crowd again, "Let the name Parsel and this battle be spoken about for many a night to come. Now that the fun is over we must all get back to work. Dismissed." he commanded. The watching wizards and healed goblins left quickly after that. Tom healed his cuts and scrapes and dumped an ice cold bucket of water over his head to wash away his blood and calm his battle rage before he accepted his cloak back from Remy.
Remy watched as Tom dumped the water over his head and shivered as he realized how cold it must have been. He then swallowed hard as the already tight leather clothes became even tighter when wet. He handed Tom his cloak back and watched as he clasped it over one shoulder leaving most of his chest exposed.
Tom then tied his long wet hair back with a leather thong before he glanced around making sure most of the others were gone before he grabbed Remy pulling him flush against his body and kissing him soundly. Remy let out a moan at the ferocity behind the kiss as Tom claimed his mouth with his tongue and sucked on his lower lip. "Parsel, we have a meeting now." Ragnok spoke sticking his head out of the meeting tent.
Tom broke off the kiss and let out a loud growl, his eyes giving a warning as he sought out the source of the interruption. Seeing Chief Ragnok waiting he bit out, "Be right there." The chief nodded and reentered the tent. "Lets get this over with." Tom sighed as he lead Remy inside the tent.
"Alright, I've looked over the bastard's list of assets. He has a home equipped with a professional quidditch pitch, where he trains the team he owns called 'Ron's Rockets', of which he plays keeper and kicks everyone who tries to give him pointers off the team. He also has approximately 8.5million galleons left to his name." Tom explained to the listening goblins.
Gambit has agreed to accept 2million galleons as his life debt. I will use my life debt to issue part of his punishment, by taking his team and kicking him off it, renaming it and having my old friend Victor Krum brought in as Co-owner, just to piss him off. I'll also take a million galleons to make all the changes I just said. That leaves him with 5.5mil. Now I suggest that you take 3mill as cost for yourself and then as a final punishment we will have him build a monument to the goddess Wadjet with his remaining money. The only one he can be mad at is me and I don't intend to see him or his family again anytime soon after this. And should he try something, well, I'm not High Champion for nothing. What says the council?"
The goblins looked from one to the other nodding their heads in agreement. Chief Ragnok spoke up, "The council accepts your proposal. It is sound, and should he not make an appropriate monument the goddess will punish him herself. Now where are the miscreants, that have been causing so much dissension through our ranks."
Tom smirked as Remy fought back a smile as he remembered what had happened last night. "They will be here soon. I'm sorry to say that they had to be relocated do to a lack of lodging last night."
"And where, pray tell, have they been relocated to?" One of the elders asked.
"Gringotts Egyptian Branch's holding cell for thieves." Tom stated with a straight face. "For details, I suggest you ask, Mr. Black, Steelgrip, and the wizard whos tent William Weasley shared last night."
"So we shall, but first let us get this over with. I know your itching to leave, heres your keys by the way. Your jeep is parked just outside the encampment." Ragnok said as he tossed a key ring at Tom.
Tom caught the key ring out of the air and placed them on his belt loop. He took a hold of Remy's hand and followed the council to where the punishment would be administered. "Don't they ever shut up?" Tom heard Remy mutter under his breath, as a loud shout was heard from the direction they were heading towards.
"Where's that bastard Parsel, hiding? He's going to be arrested as soon as the aurors get here." Ron shouted.
"Looking for me?" Tom said as he approached the group. "And just what, may I ask will you be having me arrested for?"
"Slander, assault, and unlawful detainment." Ron smirked trying to look intimidating, as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Really, is that all. I must be losing my touch." Tom responded coolly making the nearby goblins chuckle. "Well, where are they then? We don't have all day and the more witnesses we have as your punishment is handed out the better."
"What punishment, you're supposed to be punishing Malfoy." Hermione questioned.
"Now why would we do that, hes done nothing wrong and the goddess has already passed judgment over him and found him innocent of any crimes. And for the last time his name is Black, Malfoy is dead and gone. Try to remember that this time." Tom replied trying to reign in his temper. He produced a piece of parchment and wrote out what Remy was to say when his turn was announced.
"Chief Ragnok if you could begin passing judgment." Tom said in a strained voice.
Ragnok took one look at his tense stance and began, "The punishment as carried out by the Gringotts goblins, of Mr. Ronald Weasley is as follows, he shall make a monument devoted to the goddess Wadjet to appease her wrath."
"Thats it build a monument I can have one of those built any day I wanted." Ron boasted.
Gambit spoke up from his place beside Parsel. "I, Gambit, hereby do call in my life debt owed by one Ronald Bilius Weasley, to be paid with 2million galleons. So mote it be."
Ron's face showed shock as a swirl of magic went from Gambit to him and he quickly took out his Gringotts checkbook and wrote out a note for 2million galleons and handed it over to Gambit. Gambit took the note and handed it back to Griphook who had also received a note from Parsel telling him what to do with the check when Remy handed it to him.
"If thats all then we'll..." Hermione began but was cut off as Parsel shook his head.
"I, Parsel, hereby do call in my life debt owe by one Ronald Bilius Weasley, to paid with the quidditch team 'Ron's Rockets', and 4million galleons. So mote it be." Parsel said with barely concealed humor.
"But," Ron started to say as he, once again made out a check and searched his pockets for the deed to his team that he kept on him as a matter of pride. Finding it he signed over ownership and handed both items over to Parsel.
Parsel signed the deed claiming ownership, and continued, "Ronald Weasley, you are hereby removed from the team." He then handed the documents over to Griphook with a note to contact Krum about the team. "Now, you may leave. Unless you still wanted to await the aurors to arrest me?"
Just as Parsel finished speaking two aurors portkeyed in. Looking around the older of the two said, "We're here to arrest one Parsel on the word of Ronald Weasley, war hero, for slander, assault, and unlawful detainment."
"Ah, there they are late as always." Parsel whispered to Remy, as Ron tried to regain his dignity and drew the aurors attention to him.
"There he is, the one in the cloak, by the goblins." Ron said pointing in Parsel's direction. Parsel just gave a little wave and continued talking to Griphook about the arrangements he needed made for the team and where he could be reached.
The aurors started to make their way towards him only to be met by a multitude of spear points. They swallowed and backed up a step, hoping the goblins would lower their weapons. "Um, Parsel, You are under arrest, come quietly or we will have no choice but to use force." The younger of the two called out.
Parsel raised an eyebrow and stood up straight causing his crest on his cloak to catch the wizards attention. "Alright, I'll go with you so long as you arrest those three, for corruption of justice, attempted theft, battery, slander, trespassing." Tom stated as he made his way forward, the goblins parting before him. "Do we have a deal?"
"I'll make it easy for you, they drop the charges and I drop mine." Tom stated slowly, unnerving them with his hard green eyes.
Tom saw movement from behind the aurors, but dismissed it as the trio trying to think of a plan to get out of their predicament. That is until he heard a grunt from behind him and turned to see Remy start to fall. Tom caught him before he hit the ground and saw large red slashes on his arms and across his chest. The pendent started closing the wounds at once, Tom let out a loud growl in anger that someone dared to harm his lover.
"Who threw that curse?" Tom angrily growled out. He stood and pushed past the dumbfounded aurors to face the trio. "Who dared to cast Sectumsempra?" Tom stated again in a lethal whisper, his canines elongated, a drop of poison leaking from the tip of one fell to the sand with a hiss.
He saw Ginny hastily putting her wand back into her holster and pounced, gripping her by the throat and lifting her a foot off the ground. "Dark Magic, from a celebrated hero's sister. This will make a lovely story for the papers. I should kill you now, for daring to harm what is mine, and infront of the aurors no less. Just what were you thinking? That you would get away with it in front of all these witnesses. Or was I your real target and you were going to obliviate everyone else after I was killed. Well was that it?"
Ginny looked into Tom's furious face, the elongated canines still dripping a hideous green venom and what terrified her the most were his green eyes blazing in anger. "If he had shielded he would have been fine. Its not my fault he didn't block."
"He didn't shield, because he can't you Bitch. He's not a wizard." Tom growled out as he increased the pressure on her throat.
"Then whats the big deal its just a muggle, he shouldn't even be here." Came the voice of Ron and Hermione from behind him as they tried to break his grip on Ginny.
"Just a muggle, JUST A MUGGLE. This from the Hero's of the wizarding world. You almost kill a man for no reason, and your defense is its JUST A MUGGLE." Tom shouted as he threw the three away from him. "aurors take them away, NOW. Before I lose the rest of my temper and kill them. Send her to Azkaban for attempted murder, and the others for the charges I stated earlier."
"Who are we to list as the plaintiff?"
"High Champion Parsel of the Gringotts goblins. On behalf of my mate, Gambit, brother to Queen Ororo of Kenya." Tom stated to the stunned aurors.
Remy had recovered from his wounds with the help of the pendent, and made his way over to Parsel as he heard him tell the official looking wizards who he was, "You didn't have to give them my title, Parsel." He groaned half heartedly.
"Not your full title anyway." Tom said as he made his way over to where Remy stood and checked him over. "You shouldn't be walking so soon. Sit." He said as he conjured a chair.
"Yes, dear." Remy joked as he sat in the chair stifling a brief groan of pain.
Tom still heard it and summoned a pain reliever and healing potion from his tent. He handed them to Remy as soon as he caught them. "Drink these, then you can have some whiskey to wash them down." He said conjuring up two glasses and taking a bottle from Sharptooth who had rushed away to get some when he saw Gambit be injured.
Turning back to the others Tom growled, "Well what are you waiting for? Get a move on. We will be sending a solicitors pensive holding our memories of our dealings with these three, as will the others present here. So the trial can run smoothly. We won't be at attending the trial but a proxy will be. Don't let us be disappointed."
The aurors hurried to comply and had the trio bound with magic suppressing cuffs and their wands confiscated before portkeying them away. "We shall see that everything is done as you said, Parsel." Chief Ragnok stated, looking apologetic that this had happened.
"They will serve full sentences, no leniency. Mr. Black, I grant you Head of House status to the House of Black, Don't disappoint me. You will be serving as proxy for the trial. Uphold the our ideals and I shall increase your vault access. Griphook, the papers and ring if you would."
"Right away, Parsel." Griphook fumbled in his pocket for a moment before he took out the appropriate document and ring along with a self inking quill. "Here you are."
Tom took the paper and filled in the correct information that was needed and handed it and the quill over to Draco. "Just sign and the ring is yours."
Draco took the quill and with a shaking hand signed the form, handing back to Griphook he accepted the ring from Parsel. "Make us proud, Lord Black." Tom said.
"I will strive to, my liege." Draco replied as he bowed low as Tom and Remy accepted their packs from Leadfoot and the other goblins and started walking to his new jeep.
"Midsummer, we'll have a hunt on my isle. Ragnok you know which one." Parsel called back as he got into the driver side of his jeep, with Remy safely ensconced beside him.
"Indeed, I do Parsel, we'll see you there. Even if I have to close the bank for the day." Chief Ragnok replied causing Tom to laugh as he drove away.