I know a lot of you have been looking for the reason that this is a V/H fic. I know, it's been a long time in coming but THE chapter is finally arrived! Poor Draco. He's away and has no idea. Delicious. You know, I just can't help myself sometimes. Arr! Fanfiction be my Anti-Drug! There's your bit-o-pirate for the day.
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Tom was very pleased indeed. In front of him stood a vision of beauty. Val smiled, leaning against the window in Tom's office. He was wearing one of Tom's larger button up shirts beneath his robes and a pair of loose fitting slacks. He was t epitome of relaxed fashion. No doubt he had adopted it from his brother.
"And what did Blaise think about your interest in his discreet advances on your brother?"The Dark Lord asked, stirring a small potion on his desk with a smile.
Valraven had been spending much more time with him in his office and even in his bedroom when Draco was forced to be away as he sometimes was. The teen had crawled in bed with him the other night because Draco was away and his parents were away on business. He shrugged solemnly. He had been broody so much that Tom felt he just had to cheer up his future beloved. He had finally decided to get permission from Val's parents to court the boy. Yes. He could not have his future spouse upset over something like that. If there was anything that could cheer up Valraven Malfoy it was a bit of well meant teasing. Tom abandoned his potion to press him up against the window with his pelvis, leaning down beside Val's ear. With a wicked, playful grin he breathed on the shell of his ear before whispering intimately to him.
"Now, love, there is no reason to be so solemn when there are much more pleasurable things to focus your mind on."
Tom's low, rich voice was a purr in his ear and suddenly, Val's whole body seemed to thrum like a tuning fork. Shit! Not now! Why did Draco have to project now?! He had never considered his godfather in a sexual way but his senses seemed to feel different. His breath caught in his throat and without looking, he knew his eyes were glowing. Severus had cautioned him to stay away from anyone that he would not sleep with right now, especially with what was happening but he had thought his godfather was at least safe. Tom seemed to realize something was up because he stepped away from him quickly, letting Val slide to the floor. The teen sat in a daze, trying to breathe past the huge feeling of need choking him. He had never felt so sensitive to touch in his life. Not even when he and Draco had made love for the first time. Tom's eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to calm his breathing as well.
"Tom…please…" He whispered even though he didn't know what he was asking.
No one was home. He had no idea where Severus kept his suppressing potions and he couldn't run to the shelter of his brother's arms because Draco wasn't home. What was he supposed to do? He could not last. He needed a touch. His skin burned and every nerve ending in his body was alight with sensitivity. It was nearly painful just to have his shirt on. When the fabric brushed against his chest, it
sent pleasant tingles down his spine. Val reached out for the man he knew could help him desperately. Tom was hesitant but Val could read a hunger deep in his eyes. He wanted to do this. He wanted to help him and enjoy it.
"Are you sure…?" Tom asked in a husky voice that had thickened with desire.
Val couldn't find his own voice so he just nodded and let the man he adored scoop him up into his arms and press him against the wall once more. There was something thrilling about a man, especially Tom, holding him against the hard wall while his pelvis pushed into his stomach, making the teen gasp. Val reached behind his head and unbound his long hair. Somehow he knew that seeing his hair loose and flowing would excite his partner even more. He could feel Tom through his cloths and could not decide whether to be afraid or entranced. A knee was pushed between his quivering legs and raised up so he was straddling the Dark Lord's thigh. Despite the fact that it was not his brother making him feel this way, Valraven had to admit that he had never been more aroused in his life. Tom made short work of getting rid of their robes and unbuttoning both of their shirts. His elegant fingers touched every inch of the whimpering boy's chest before dipping down to take his mouth. Val rode his godfather's thigh while an arm wound around his waist, keeping him moving, thrusting forward and brushing against his own arousal with every movement. They hadn't even really begun to take off their clothes and Val was already seeing spots dance behind his eyelids. There was a steady stream of whimpers and parsletongue pleas issuing from his mouth. He didn't seem to be able to form a coherent sentence. Every touch was the most amazing feeling though. It felt as if sparks were dancing through his whole body or a fire had taken root in his abdomen. When Tom reached down to touch him, Val sank his nails so deep into his skin that he drew blood. The pleasure building in him could not be contained and suddenly, he was screaming Tom's name. He got a brief glimpse of the man's slitted, dark, glazed eyes before throwing his head back and crying out. The bond between them exploded into existence at once, feeding off of their shared orgasm. Val lay trembling and panting, a small moan escaping his throat with every pant. Tom waved his hand and cleaned them both off wandlessly. Shit, he thought as he held the shaking boy in his arms, how was he supposed to explain this to Severus and Lucius? 'Hey I grinded your son into the wall' hardly was a way to start a conversation. Although, despite his friends' forthcoming unhappiness, if he could do it again, he would sell his Horcrux to get the chance. Val's arms were around his neck and the teen's face buried in his neck. He could feel the heat issuing from the teen's body and chuckled. Valraven Malfoy was blushing! How…cute. He could definitely get used to sharing his life with this boy. Most definitely.