Title: Bittersweet
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Rating: R
Summary: During the war, Voldemort and Dumbledore face each other; that's when an unexpected vortex sucks in them both, leaving interesting results!
Status: BETAED by thrnbrooke
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Chapter Seven: The Downfall of the Fearful Lord
"I hate-" But Tom never finished what he was about to say as Dumbledore pushed him against one of the stable's columns and pressed his lips against his shutting him up completely.
To be honest, Tom was torn between pushing the older man away and kissing him back. Of course his mind suddenly picked up the fact that he was still a fearful Dark Lord and the man pressing his lips against his is his mortal nemesis so therefore he shouldn't be expected to kiss the man back.
But the pressure of Dumbledore pressed against him and the way his hand wrapped around the young man's waist made him reconsider and slowly he parted his lips. It was getting quite interesting how Dumbledore slowly ran his tongue inside Tom's mouth when the sound of a bucket hitting the ground snapped them both from their delirious kissing session, pushing each other away.
"Did I interrupt something?" Derrick asked doubtful just having witnessed the scene between both men kissing.
"No," Dumbledore said quietly while adjusting his glasses.
"I was wondering if you could help me move the horses back to the new stable. Of course, if Tom here doesn't mind."
Tom hastily shook his head not able to speak the words. He silently watches how the old man walked off with Derrick into the horses' shelter during the storm. Tom felt his knees weaken and ignoring the throbbing pain from his finger he grasped the column hard, holding his weight, preventing him from slipping down to the ground.
'Dumbledore kissed me, and I respond to that kiss'; it was all Tom could think about. He knew his eyes and mind were swirling with never before felt emotions, clouding his reasons for his hate towards the older man.
'It was a kiss, a bloody kiss to shut me up. It was nothing emotional but why did I respond? Why did he kiss me-?'
"Tom are you all right boy?" Cynthia asked dropping her gardening tools, "You seem paler than usual."
Tom narrowed his eyes at the old woman with bright blue eyes and her blonde hair pushed into a bun. She smiled sweetly at him, like a concerned mother would and he felt himself relaxing his grip on the column.
"Oh my, what happened to your finger?" she asked terrified, hastily she pushed the younger man out of the stable and into the house for nursing.
"But-"
"Oh no you have a nasty swollen injury there." Tom sighed in defeat and let the lady drag him inside and tend his finger.
For the rest of the day Tom spent his time gazing blankly out of the window of his room, thinking about the event that had occurred hours ago. He would curse himself mentally by his sudden lack of self pride by dwelling on his own feelings, feeling he shut down years ago.
Yes, Tom Riddle years before he turned into the Great Dark Lord he shut every kind of emotion out, forbid himself to sink as low as a human being. He taught himself fear was a principal tool for the Path into the Dark Arts. Fear leads to anger, pure anger that little by little turn into blinding hate, numbing all your existing emotions until the final task came in: suffering. Anyone who was able to reach this awful level was somebody capable of killing, surviving and stand up for the worst paths into the Dark arts; Tom made it to the tops.
He knew he did since they day he slaughtered his own father to death as terrible hate and agony blinded him, feeling himself overwhelmed but still empty. He needed more blood, more suffering more spilled torture and the great idea was formed: Getting rid of every Mudblood.
This was the reason Tom hated the idea of being with Dumbledore. He hated it over and over again. Dumbledore was a man full of willpower and capable of changing people, making them feel what they really despised the most. He always thought of Dumbledore as a man who always found his way in even the darkest deeps circle and wandered with a dim light, slowly opening somebody's mind, with just a stare and his twinkling amusement in his blue eyes but he never thought Dumbledore would use himself to achieve this.
He knew all of this had affected him completely. He was dwelling, doubting his own powers by the mere cause of Dumbledore getting under his skin, brushing lips and swirling dozens of unknown emotions inside his mind.
The door opened, but he didn't dare to look at the blue twinkling eyes as he looked down at the white blankets covering the old bed. He knew he could meet his doom in them; completely crumble what was left of the Great Lord. So Tom stared off into the sun settling down under the pale orange clouds, ignoring the sound of running water in the bathroom.
Minutes later, Dumbledore came out of the bathroom noticing Tom exactly in the same position he was when in as he entered the room. "Tom, are you feeling all right?"
Tom shuddered at the warm concerned voice of the wizard. Slowly the older wizard sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Leave me alone," he mumbled but Dumbledore whirled him to face him.
Tom stared off into the blue eyes of the wizard feeling those eyes prickling into his soul. "You're afraid."
Tom looked away but the wizard held his chin firmly. "You're afraid to face what you are now. Afraid to feel, to open your heart and lose all your self pride from what was once Lord Voldemort."
Tom narrowed his eyes as he looked into the bright blue eyes of his nemesis. Being young isn't helping matters. He was still in his twenties, hormones kicking and any kind of touch and friction would send jolts of pure pleasure into certain parts; things, he refused to experience but he knew he couldn't avoid all these feelings now. They were here and it would take time to shut them out again. There was one way to clear up all this doubtfulness...
Tom finally gave in...
The other man was close to him, and seeing Tom's eyes flicking into defeat was causing quite a jolting pleasure all around his body. Tentatively, he pushed the raven haired man down softly leaning onto his chest, creating a warm impact for both of them and lustily brushed his lips against those pouty lips.
Tom parted his lips feeling the warm wet tongue of the wizard slowly tasting the inside of his mouth. A moan escaped his throat as both their tongues met in a dancing circling passionate effect, exciting both wizards. He didn't know what lured him to do it but his hands wrapped around the older man's neck deepening the kiss.
Dumbledore broke the kiss while trailing wet soft kisses down his throat and neck. Tom found himself titling his head, exposing and giving access to the wizard. He felt Dumbledore's hands roaming everywhere his chest, his nipples, his abs and broad hips.
He moaned under each touch and teasing he received from the wizard, a bundling friction growing between them. He bucked his hips feeling the throbbing desperate sensation to feel something against his groin. Dumbledore moaned at his sudden move and let the towel around his waist fall down to the bed.
Tom thrust his fingers in the soft brown hair of Dumbledore as the other man unzipped his trousers and took off his boxers. They were finally lying naked as the night fell around them like dropping blanket onto a smooth starry bed. Dumbledore looked up at him, his bright blue eyes shining lustily.
"Do you want this? Are you willing to give up yourself?" Tom nodded knowing what the older man meant; he never touched a woman, he never pleased himself sexually so therefore he was giving up his virginity to his own nemesis.
At the moment Tom didn't mind; he lifted his legs and wrapped them around Dumbledore's waist giving the older man a clear entrance. He felt trickles of sweat sliding down his forehead as slowly, painfully Dumbledore prepared him.
Dumbledore was a tender man when it comes to such things, instead of many other who would only please themselves and not care about the one being fucked, Dumbledore entered slowly, stopping at each sharp breath Tom took and the whining gritted teeth expression he did at every movement.
It was when after minutes of settling and sharp ragged breaths that Dumbledore finally moved slowly in and out until Tom was ready for something severe. Tom moaned, digging his nails into the pale skin of his shoulder whispering hoarsely, "Faster."
Dumbledore did move under every little movement and command Tom gave. They were gasping, breathing heavily, mustering all their strength in every slightly move. His throat vibrated with grumpy pushing sounds until both man, with sharp intake of breath, climaxed collapsing into the bed, sweating, their eyelids almost closing.
Dumbledore softly ran his hand over Tom's chest after rolling off him. "What do you think?"
"I finally found what I was looking for," he mumbled realizing that for once in his fifty years of becoming Lord Voldemort, he felt complete, filled. Dumbledore fingered his lips smiling slightly.
"I'm happy." With a soft kiss on the forearm marked with the ugly mark from the man who filled him, Tom drifted off to sleep...
Weeks flew by and Dumbledore and Tom developed a strong relationship. Is not like Tom would suddenly wake up giggling like a school girl, smiling stupidly at the mere thought of feeling; No, they would sit at night, enjoying each other's company, letting the silence fill their mind until finally catching some sleep.
Derrick and Cynthia noticed the changes between the two as Tom stopped bickering with the old man and instead spent some time with the older wizard outside, talking to him quietly as he would steal kisses from the pouty lips and they were glad about it.
But the thought of coming back to England troubled Tom. He knew that getting back to England might change this new experience and force him back to his old pitiful self of being Lord Voldemort and his ordering his servants around and to his shocking displeasure it scared him.
Dumbledore would hold him tight, smooth his back and whisper soft words into his ears. He didn't want the young wan to worry on what might happen but for what is happening between them but even the greatest wizard had his own fears.
It was on a serenely, starless night that a stumbling hissing sound woke them up.
"Watch it Avery!"
Tom was suddenly seized with fear as he heard one of his servants hissing out the name but of course he didn't let his emotions show. Dumbledore was fast, he took hold of the raven's shoulder as they sat up.
"Listen," Dumbledore said softly, "You will go out there and act as normal as possible. Keep them believing you're still the same."
"But-"
"Your future lies in your own hands, only you can choose what you really want."
Tom knew this was the end of the strong relationship he had made with the strong wizard. He had never shown anything more than his nasty feelings but he knew it was the end. Hastily, he pulled the older wizard into a searing passionate kiss.
Dumbledore gave in, rubbing the raven's shoulder softly, giving everything he had into that kiss. He did not want to care when the older wizard broke the kiss and handed him his wand but he leaned into the bare pale chest, holding on for dear life.
"You have to, Tom."
He held back the tears he surely knew were threatening to escape. He was not weak; he will not show he was weak. His dark blue eyes drowned into the twinkling bright blue eyes as Dumbledore slowly kissed his forehead.
"Will you be okay?" Tom asked standing up from the bed.
Dumbledore nodded. "I will be fine my child, it is only a matter of time before they find me."
Tom leaned over and stole a kiss from the older wizard and picked up the cloak and his robes pulling them on. Turning, he opened the door and closed it behind him not looking at the sad blue eyes. For a moment Tom leaned against the door for support as his knees weakened and his mind ached for the sudden lost of the warmness.
A wet snout touched his fingers startling him slightly. "Rudy..." The dog whimpered lowering his tail. "I'm going to miss you."
Tom slowly regained his composure, blocking any emotion that might shine in his blue eyes. Wand in his hand and tightening the cloak around him, Tom Riddle stepped into the glimmering moonlight as the new younger looking Lord Voldemort.
TBC...
Notes: XD yay! Hope you liked it and yes, Tom changed and he realized lots of thing just wait and find out. I told you it was going to be OOC.