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Author's Note: There is some mention of sex in this chapter and violence, but I didn't feel it explicit, so here it is, but don't say I didn't warn you.
"But why must you go, Pharaoh?" Harry had begun calling Ari Pharaoh only recently, after Evan had read him a book on Egyptians Kings.
Harry had said, "That looks like Papa, Daddy."
The question shocked him both because he had never heard Harry call Ari anything other than 'his snake' and well… Ari a Pharaoh?
But after thinking about it a moment, he supposed he couldn't deny it, Ari was kind of like a Pharaoh: He was powerful in the same ways a King was, more even.
"That man in the picture is a Pharaoh, Harry." And come to think of it—it did look an awful lot like Ari.
Ari walked in behind the two. He wore nothing but a black smoking jacket and was clearly looking for Evan; he wanted more sex. "That is me… or was me. Yes. I was Pharaoh once."
"That picture says it's from the eighteenth dynasty! Not to mention it is a drawing, of a hieroglyph, how could it be you?"
"Yeessss…." Ari said ambiguously.
"You were a Pharaoh, Papa?"
"Why is he calling you Papa?"
"Yes, little one." He reached down to pick Harry up and Evan almost died of shock when he hugged Ari.
"You're still a Pharaoh? Are you not, Papa?"
"Of course I am," he told Harry arrogant as ever.
Since that night he had called Ari, Pharaoh and Pharaoh stood for many things: Lord, King and most important, Papa.
"Pharaoh has to work, little one. You will have your Daddy to stay with."
"I'll miss you."
In the morning he was gone.
Two months later:
"Mmmmhhhmm…. That was very good my Pet."
"Yes, Master. May I fetch your son for you?"
At least he knew not to object to Harry sleeping in the bed with them, but for him to go as far as to assume that anyone would be retrieving Harry aside from him? The violence in the air was deafening, when he slapped the beautiful man across his face.
"Never ask that again," Evan said in a cool, quiet voice that hissed with menace.
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry Master," the younger man whimpered.
He walked into the anteroom to fetch Harry; it was just gone midnight. He picked the boy up carefully, so as not to wake him. Harry was growing, strong and getting heavy—Evan might have to start using a feather-light charm. He hated that his little boy was getting bigger and wished he could always stay a little boy.
He was almost home-free, had Harry in his grasp without disrupting his sleep, until someone else did.
"FAMILY, I'M HOME. COME GREET PAPA!" The asinine fool shouted. What was he thinking coming home at such a time of the night and shouting like that? Though on second thought, it would have been far worse for Ari to slip quietly into bed with him, only to discover one of his many pets.
After so much sex with the Dark Lord, Evan could not go back to how things had been in the beginning with Harry—he needed a lover for his sexual needs only.
Harry opened his eyes; Evan realized he had to get his current pet out of his bed. "Shit!"
"Daddy…" Harry whined.
"Go back to sleep, Baby." He walked into the room and set Harry on the bed, but Harry sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes rather than settling back down. "Curse that man!"
"What man, Master?"
Shit—he'd already forgotten about him again.
"Patrick," he began seriously. "You have to leave, now." He shoved a robe towards Patrick and pulled him to the window.
"You want me to leave out the window?"
"It is not the way I prefer, no, but if you do not he'll kill you."
"Who? Are you married?"
"No. It's complicated."
"Oh, alright."
"Good. You can crawl to the edge of the roof and shimmy down the drainpipe. It should hold you." The entire manor was reinforced with various spells, one of which did not allow the place to deteriorate.
"Alright, well floo me." He gave Evan a kiss good-bye just as the Dark Lord walked into the room to see.
"Evan?"
"Ari?"
"What is the meaning of this?"
"Patrick, go!"
"No, I don't think he'll be going anywhere. Avada Kedevera!" He shouted with more might than Evan had seen him use in a while, at the younger man. Patrick fell the ground dead (Evan was sure). Evan instinctually ran to Harry and pulled him into his arms arming himself with his wand in the process.
"Leave! Leave now you jealous murderer!" He brandished his wand.
"Jealous?" He did not deny the murderer accusation. "I believe I warned you of what would happen if you were to keep lovers in plain sight of me."
"You did no such thing! You warned not to keep them while you weren't home and I have abided that rule. You haven't been here the past two months with no word I might add!"
"Oh! Oooh C'mon Evan! Is that was this is about? Are you acting out because you've missed me?"
"Most certainly not!"
"I think you are. That's the only possible reason you'd take another lover; there can't be one better than me."
"You Arrogant Prick!"
"The baby! Watch your language Evan."
"That's interesting coming from you. He who doesn't mind letting the baby watch while you cum inside my ass!"
"Stop this right now, Evan. I why know you're upset, but…actually…no I don't know why. I should be the one upset—I come home after two long months of missing my family to find another man sneaking out your window."
"You and I were never in a relationship, I am your whore and that is all. We are not a family, we were never a family."
"Harry considers me his Papa, his Pharaoh. Speaking of, come give Pharaoh a hug."
Evan held the boy secure to him. "Why are you here, Ari?"
"I am home now to see my family for a bit," he explained. "Before Papa's got to go back to work," he told Harry specifically.
Evan felt a tug on his long, hair. "May I Daddy?" Evan couldn't say no to the big green eyes looking up at him, so he released the boy to go to his Pharaoh (he would not refer to Ari as Papa).
Harry ran to him and jumped into the beautiful man's arms as Ari lifted him to his chest. "I missed you Pharaoh. Daddy isn't as happy when you're not here."
"Is that so?" Ari said smugly looking straight at Evan.
"He's just a child—he doesn't know what he's talking about."
"Yes, but he is our child, which means he is clever and intuitive," Ari said as any proud parent would bouncing his little boy who was smiling at him.
Evan cleared his throat. "Back to your monumental jealousy…"
"If you don't want your lovers killed then I suggest you get better at hiding them."
"Is that how it is to be?"
"Yes."
Evan knew that with the Dark Lord's powers back to full strength, he had little he could do against his decisions—especially this one. The Dark Lord had always desired Evan and it drove him crazy that Evan would not give himself over willingly.
"And now, without further adieu, I would like to erase that man from your body. Harry, go lie down in your bed, Pharaoh will come get you in a couple hours."
"No! I will not let you fuck me!"
"Go. Now, little one."
It wasn't often Harry obeyed a command from Ari without conferring to his father first, but the tone in Ari's voice wasn't one Harry would dare disobey. He scurried off with a worried look to his father, but made sure to shut the door behind him as he left.
Ari approached the bed humorless. He was no longer amused with Evan's antics and he intended for Evan to pay for them.
"You misunderstand the game, my Evan. I own you—you gave yourself to me," he began underlining his point by making the tattoo on Evan's arm shimmer in a wave of black silver.
Evan could not disagree with that; he nodded.
"And I am not pleased to find that you have disobeyed me," he added.
It did cross Evan's mind to repeat the exact words the Dark Lord had spoke that day in relation to their conversation about lovers, but since he had already repeated such events not five minutes ago, he doubted saying them again would do much good. Ari made the rules as he went along and he punished you for them whether you were aware of them or not.
In truth, one could predict what Ari would like and would not like. Evan knew the Dark Lord would not like him taking other lovers, but it didn't stop him. He was set on proving to Ari (and himself) that they were not in a relationship.
Instead he went with, "As if you have not taken other lovers while you've been away."
"Yes, but only because I couldn't have you. It was you I wanted and you I desired. I must have killed at least ten men who looked similar to you, but failed to produce the same result, thus they paid for their crime."
"What crime would that be?"
"Impostering you."
"Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? That's not even a word!"
"Alright, fine. It was my temper. You should travel with me, so I may have access to you as I like."
"Need I remind you we talked about this and decided it wouldn't be best for Harry?" In actuality, Evan had performed his most elaborate scheme upon schemes to get the Dark Lord to arrive at this conclusion. He did not want to bring Harry to the places the Dark Lord kept company, but he doubted the Dark Lord would care much.
"Yes. Remind me why I care?"
"Because I care." Evan was treading close to the danger zone, the zone where feelings lay. He rarely treaded these waters, or used these measures, but desperate times and all.
"Dammit! Fine, but I am still punishing you for all of it: Not being there, allowing me to catch you with another man… and anything else I can think of. Then I will erase that man from your body by pounding my cock, so deep into you—you will feel it for days long after I am gone."
Ari worked Evan over that night. He used a fine leather, horsetail whip to peel the skin from his back and thighs and made Evan apologize and repeat over an over his misguided actions. The Dark Lord in a jealous fit was not to be messed with. Evan followed his every order and allowed the Dark Lord to do with him as he pleased.
"Get to work on that," he said viciously as he unzipped his cock from his trousers. "And when you're finished you can bend straight over the bed and beg me to fuck you. If you are lucky, perhaps I will—if you are unlucky, I'm pulling out my whip again to work on your front."
Evan wasn't worried. The Dark Lord could barely resist him when they were in contact everyday. He'd been away for two months trying to appease his sexual desire for Evan with mediocre look-a-likes. It wouldn't take long to convince Ari to fuck him.
When the Dark Lord was finished with him hours later, Evan donned his black, silk robe with trembling hands. Ari passed him a glass of water.
"I don't like doing that to you, my love. Please obey me in the future."
Despite his weakened state, Evan snapped the glass of water from his hand and guzzled it down. "Do not call me my love you Bastard and fetch me my son."
Ari was always calm and regretful in the aftermath of his jealous rages and was happy to bring Evan whatever he wanted. Ari brought the sleeping boy back to Evan and Evan ignored immense pain to cuddle his heart. Ari wrapped his body around the back of the boy since Evan's back was a mess and there they slept the last couple of hours left till dawn.
Ari taught Harry how to deal with his father's wounds since he knew Evan would not want him to do it. He had some salve he'd acquired on his travels. It wasn't Severus's quality, but close. It would have to do. He needed Evan well enough they could talk.
In the months Ari had been gone, Evan had allowed Harry to sit on his lap through meals again and Ari was not pleased with this development. Obviously his punishment had done nothing to instill obedience in either member of his family; that would have to be addressed as well.
This time he ordered Harry, "Harry, get off your father's lap this instant, or I will personally spank you and I assure you it will not be pleasant."
Harry still looked to his father for conformation, even after an order like that and Evan nodded. He moved to the chair.
"The correct response is 'yes Papa' or 'yes Pharaoh'. Say it."
"Yes, Pharaoh."
"Good, boy. You see Evan that is what I would like from now on."
"What are you up to now, Ari?"
"You will train him like you train your… pets," he ground out the last word in attempt to control his jealousy.
Evan's outrage was only slightly subdued by his still aching limbs. "He is my son, not a pet. I will not do this."
"You will, or I will and I will not be nearly as kind as you will be. So you may choose, but in the end I will have my way."
"To what end?" Were the only words Evan could get through his angry lips.
"Insurance. There is a war upon us. I cannot not take the chance Harry will fall to their side. He will be a powerful wizard; we need him. He needs to be trained."
"He will not fall to their side!"
"You cannot make such a promise, but we can take extra precautions to make sure he remains loyal to us."
"There are other ways of training him."
"No. Not like you, or I can train a submissive, they are literally putty in our hands. I need him completely obedient. I also require you to perform other kinds of training with him: I need him proficient in both light and dark arts, I want him trained as a Dark Prince for war."
It spoke a great deal as to where Ari felt Evan's true loyalty lied and to how he felt for Evan.
"If I do this, you will leave us alone." Evan knew Harry was already obedient to him and he wouldn't have to punish Harry often to get him to the level of abjection the Dark Lord was requesting. He would be the better, kinder choice in comparison to the Dark Lord.
Of course there was always the choice to give him up, to find a nice set of parents for him, but the end result would be the same. No one could protect him from then Dark Lord better than Evan. In some else's home, even Dumbledore's, Harry would be a sitting duck.
Ari laughed. "This not a democracy, or a negotiation. I am ordering you as your Lord; my will shall be done. For the record, you and Harry are mine—I will never leave you alone."
Damn it! This was not supposed to happen. When he signed up to participate in world domination, he didn't think that the maniac would become obsessed with him. Evan had little power against Ari, he had less power when he resisted.
"Please, Ari. Don't make me do this."
"I love hearing you beg, Darlin'."
"I'll beg whenever you like for as long as you like. Please don't involve Harry in your schemes."
"I have to, love."
The casual way he dictated Harry's life infuriated Evan. "If you do this, I will never forgive you, this I promise."
"You will in time, Darlin'. We have forever."
"You have forever. I will die one day then I will be released from you."
"Wrong again," Ari said suspiciously.
"What do you mean 'wrong again'?"
"I have made you immortal, like me. You cannot die… well, not for long anyway. You will forever be young and beautiful and most importantly mine. I plan to make you my consort eventually."
"Immortal? How did you… no, never mind, I don't even want to know. But I would like to know how you continually seem to forget that I do not feel for you what you feel for me. I do not want to be your consort, Ari. Please give me my freedom. I do this terrible thing for you and you leave us be."
"Hmmmm… no. Not in a million years, which we have by the way. Furthermore, I can see the two of you cannot follow my influence while I am away," he looked pointedly at the boy now sitting in his own chair. "I will be exerting my dominion of this household in more aggressive ways, beginning with: If I ever see Harry sitting on your lap at a meal time again, I will punish Harry severely and I will make you watch, Evan. Am I understood?"
"Yes, my Lord," Evan said to taunt the man whose destruction he would somehow figure how to make come about.
Ari stayed for only two weeks that time, making use of Evan's body more than usual—Evan's pain of no consequence to the Dark Lord, Evan should know not to tempt his anger.
Ari had detailed for Evan what he wanted from Harry and how he was to achieve it. Some of it was in line with what Evan wanted from Harry and other things were… well Evan hoped Harry would forgive him someday. It was the only choice Evan could make where Harry had any hope, bleak, as it seemed. He would never be released from the Dark Lord's clutches, but perhaps Harry would.
Harry was of course not to know that this was Ari's idea and Evan was to make it seem that this was simply how he parented, that their relationship was normal, even—not that much of it was to begin with. Evan had never had it diagnosed, but he was sure Harry suffered from posttraumatic stress due to the torture the Muggles had made him suffer.
Speaking of which—he would make good use of those Muggles.
"Just one question for you my Lord. Harry was present the entire time you suggested this cockamamie scheme. Do you plan to obliviate the knowledge from him?"
"Of course not. That would ruin him. He's just a little boy—he won't understand the conversation we've just had."
Evan knew better and was glad for it. But he would let the Dark Lord live by his own ignorance.