Hadrian woke to the feeling of cool fingers touching his back, the softest of touches tracing along the welts and bruising left after the forceful bout of role play last night. Hadrian had been the perfect submissive, silent and accepting of Voldemort's dangerous excitement after watching the Malfoy ponce's punishment. Hadrian had stripped and knelt before his master. The blow job had been more of the older man brutally fucking Hadrian's mouth than the long drawn out exploration of pleasure and sensation. The caning that followed had exhilarated Hadrian as he slyly watched the older man get achingly hard with each blow.
The fingers stoked his flesh and the young man groaned, he was hot and hard already, hoping that this morning promised more pleasure and orgasms. Sex was addictive, he was always eager for any touch, kiss or caress from his lover. Soft kisses were trailed down Hadrian's back before the cool finger's parted Hadrian's buttocks and a tongue licked away the leaked residue of their rough fucking the night before. The tongue poked and plunged into Hadrian's anus, then lips sucked and kissed.
Voldemort chuckled and then asked "Ready for me already? Are you hard enough to burst? Such moans are wanton enough to make me come untouched." The Dark Lord then turned his lover over to face the man, whom he grown to adore. Red eyes bored into brilliant green. Both their minds open. Desire, want and carnal thoughts tumbled together and both men were kissing with desperation and passion. The kiss broke and Marvolo traced his long elegant fingers over the bruising on his lover's neck. He had been very rough last night, strangling the boy as he fucked him. Hadrian moaned and stretched his neck to expose himself, begging for more. Receptive to any and all his master's whims.
Voldemort sat back and took in the sight of the young man, laid on the bed waiting, his knees splayed out, his arousal purple and straining. The Dark Lord lightly touched the erection and then cupped his lover's balls. "Do not come when I fuck you!" he commanded as he placed Hadrian's legs on his shoulders and plunged in.
Hadrian was begging and screaming. His prostate was being pounded again and again. It was taking all his control to hold back his orgasm until the Dark Lord slumped forward, his come flooding into Hadrian. Marvolo lay beside his lover, who like himself was breathing heavily. The older man reached over, his fingers plunging into the well used hole, brushing against the nub of nerves to make Hadrian groan and thrash. Still his lover did not come. Hadrian lay biting his lower lip.
Marvolo moved and began to lick and suck his lover's cock. Hadrian was now delirious and his hands were gripped the sheets, his knuckles white. Marvolo deep throated the cock and Hadrian screamed and came.
Hadrian woke as he was levitated into a warm bath. He gasped in shock as he was bathed by his master, who kissed away his protests. The leisurely bath ended too soon and Hadrian watched as the Dark Lord dressed in his conservatively cut robes after he had instructed Hadrian to remain naked and unhealed. Voldemort wanted to drink in the sight of his lover and his marks. Perfection.
The three guards in the main room watched as Hadrian followed the Dark Lord to the dining table naked and knelt at his master's feet. Voldemort fed his apprentice from his own plate. None of the soldiers looked directly at the two men, but they would report all they saw adding to the gossip in the barrack room.
Hadrian was still knelt unclothed as Voldemort worked on the documents for review, correspondence and the mountain of Ministry paper's that urgently needed approval. Voldemort's secretary and personal assistant had already marked the relevant segments for his perusal. Both men waltzed in and out and ignored the supplicant at the Dark Lord's feet. Voldemort stood to stretch and went to the window and gazed over the school grounds before walking over to Hadrian. The older man stroked his hands through the loose shoulder length hair, still messy and curing slightly after their morning bath.
"What should I do with you? You are my undoing, Hadrian. You are my one weakness." was murmured in low parseltongue.
"You should kill me now. A great leader should have no distractions or weaknesses. You have told me that often enough. You have too many enemies to afford any luxuries." answered Hadrian.
"Alas young apprentice, most would tell me you are the greatest threat to me. You are strong, powerful and according to Rodolphus, you are the only other mage capable of coming close to me in terms of skill. Yet you would sacrifice your life for me. You, who would jump in front of any curse to save me. Cut your own throat if I commanded it."
"Any of the guard would, master."
"And you, who showed me the ritual sacrifice of magic used in Ancient Egypt to strengthen the Pharaoh. You suggested that I take your magic, your beautiful magic, to make me stronger, invincible and leave you a squib."
"My Lord that ritual would not work. I am not your champion, just an apprentice. I have not undergone trials for you. I have not proven my worth for such a noble gift."
The Dark Lord shook his head, two years ago if any had suggested such an abomination he would have conducted the ritual straight away, but his cousin meant more to him than anything or anyone had during his lifetime. His apprentice's magic was a thing of true beauty. If anything the Dark Lord wanted to imprison the boy so he alone could gaze and enjoy him., but the boy, as precious as any artefact owned by the founder's of Hogwarts, was no item to be hidden and coveted. "Hadrian. You are no longer my apprentice. You are a worthy consort. You who will always put my needs above your own."
The Dark Lord then moved to review his personal correspondence. "I have received a letter from the International Confederation of Wizards. Dumbledore has stepped down, Diego Santa Cruz the new chairman has invited Great Britain to rejoin. A delegation will visit next month. I will need you to ground me and to keep me civil. You know me well enough that I despise making pleasant chit chat with obsequious officials. I rather cruciate the lot of them. It is most important that we impress and move forward into the international arena of politics and power. Great Britain is a backwater. We have so much more learn, experience and enjoy. The world will be our oyster."