Chapter 11

The Dark Lord made his way back toward his rooms after the long day. He had managed to finally finish the initiation of the newest Death Eaters before the start of the new year. He had not been able to attend Harry's lessons that afternoon, as he had too much work in preparation for the new year of Hogwarts that began in only a few days. He had, instead, engaged the services of Adrian Carrow. The man was tough, but fair. He was sure that he would treat Hercules with the respect that he deserved, while still training him effectively.

Tom was looking forward to a relaxing evening. He kept telling himself that he did not want to see his husband. That it was not the kiss that he had received earlier that had kept him from completing his paperwork more quickly. That's what he would tell himself. Although, even he was doubting that that was the truth of the matter.

Tom pushed open the door to his room. Hercules was on the bed, fully clothed and fast asleep. Tom rolled his eyes. The young man was far more trouble than he was worth. Ignoring his husband, Tom made his way across the room. He headed to the bathroom; pulling off his clothes as he went.

He showered, letting the stress of the day drain from him. Hot showers at the end of the day were always a way to relax for the Dark Lord. It was one of the few indulgences that he allowed himself. Tom rubbed the shampoo through his hair and watched as the swirl of foam trickled down the drain. He closed his eyes as he rubbed the conditioner right down to the roots. He could allow himself the occasional indulgence.

Tom stepped from the shower and towelled his hair without thinking. He let out a small scowl as he realised that drying charms would now have a rather negative effect on his hair. However it was late and all Tom wanted to do was sleep. His day had been rather hectic and even a Dark Lord could become exhausted on occasion.

Stepping from the bathroom Tom dressed in a set of pyjamas. He sighed as he looked down at the small lump that lay on top of the covers. Hercules still had his shoes on. He rolled his eyes; such a burden. Tom stepped toward his annoying husband.

Kneeling down next to the boy he took the young man's leg in his hand. He pulled off one shoe and then the other. Tom let out another sigh as he looked at his husband again. As well as his shoes, the young man still had on his duelling robes and gloves; what a nightmare. Tom stopped himself from rolling his eyes.

Tom pulled the gloves off Hercules' small hands before setting the small dragon hide set on the bedside table. With an audible sigh the Dark Lord pulled Harry up into a sitting position. He gently pulled the robes from the young man's shoulders.

He wasn't doing this because he felt anything for the boy, of course not. The only reason for this was that it would be uncomfortable with someone sleeping next to him that was fully clothed. Yes, that was the only reason. The young man let out a small snuffle sound as Tom lay his down. Tom pulled the covers over the boy, before laying down next to him. He was asleep almost immediately.


Harry shuffled slightly, reluctant to leave the warmth that surrounded him. Last night's 'special treat' from the Dark Lord had been a training session with the overly zealous Adrian Carrow. The man had really put him through his paces. Harry had been absolutely exhausted; too tired to even change. After nearly two weeks of intensive workouts Harry felt like he might keel over.

Harry pushed away the thoughts of the pain in his body and instead snuggled into the warm feeling that engulfed him. It was as though there was a heated blanket around him. It seemed to fill him with a sense of comfort and peacefulness. Harry gave a small smile as he buried his face deeper into the soothing feeling.

However Harry was soon pulled out from his sleep filled daze as the warmth seemed to shift around him. Whatever was under his head pushed him upward before dragging him back down again. The movement occurred again. Harry froze. He had the sudden realisation of what it was that he was lying on. His eyes snapped open.

The Dark Lord looked down at the lump that currently resided on his chest. He had woken to what felt like a small rodent burying its way into his skin. It had taken him a moment to realise what it was that had caused him to wake up. His husband was fully draped over his chest; the young man's head was resting on his chest, one leg over both of his own and a hand curved around his waist.

However the Dark Lord had not moved the young man. Instead he had been satisfied to merely observe; an experiment, he told himself. Thats all that it was. He wished to watch the young man squirm as he realised the position that he was on as he woke. There was no other reason, none at all.

As Harry's eyes flashed open he attempted to push himself away from the man who he was clinging to. He could barely think and didn't register the fact that his body was so entangled with the others, that as he rolled over, he pulled the man with him. However, that thought did register as he hit the floor with a thud, only for a much heavier body to land on top of his.

Harry froze. His body was almost entirely covered by that of the Dark Lord's. Their faces were nearly touching. They were so close that Harry could feel his husband's breath on his face. He looked, wide eyed, at the older man.

"I-I-…" Harry had no idea what he was trying to say; no idea what it was that the words were that were trying to force their way from his throat. The Dark Lord only raised an eyebrow at him. Even in his pyjamas and crumpled onto of Harry the man still managed to exude dignity from every pore.

The man pushed himself away from his young husband. His hands easily found the floor as he pushed himself upward. He was soon towering above the much smaller Harry. He looked down at the young man who was still tangled on the floor.

"Good Morning Harry." Harry could see the humour in the man's eyes. However he was unsure if it was in response the situation or Harry's own actions. Harry assumed the latter, he quickly looked away from Tom as he tried to sit up. After everything that had happened yesterday, god, the kiss, he didn't want to be embarrassed any further.

"Morning My L-Tom" Harry mumbled, slipping up in his embarrassment. "Umm, sorry for, well…" Harry trailed off. Again, words escaped him.

"Here Harry" Harry cast a glance back at the man, only to see an outstretched hand. Harry blinked, making sure he was not imagining things, before he nervously stretched out his own hand. It was soon grasped by a much larger one, that pulled him, rather abruptly into a standing position. He found himself pulled as closely to the Dark Lord as he had been moments ago.

"Now, Harry" the man was smirking. Harry may not be able to see his face, but he knew that it was there. It was audible in his voice. "I believe that you made a rather…enticing promise yesterday." Harry gulped. "In front of a rather large audience, might I add." Harry wanted to curl up in a hole and die. This was so embarrassing. Why had he said what he had said? Why was he such an idiot?

"However, last night" the Dark Lord continued. "I found you already passed out from exhaustion."

Tom watched as the young man squirmed before him. He wasn't sure why it was that he was teasing the boy, only that he was enjoying the reactions immensely. Additionally Harry seemed to be radiating nothing but embarrassment. Whenever himself and his young husband had been this close before Harry had inevitably been scared out of his mind. However the embarrassment, in this case, was obviously winning over his fear. So Tom continued.

"So, I believe that it's only proper that you give me what I am owed." Tom smirked.

At that Harry's shoulders tensed slightly and his face went a rather radiant crimson. His green eyes widened as they finally made their way up to Tom's face. However, it seemed that they became frozen his lips. They were unable to move up any further. Tom paused for a second, before he ran his tongue along his lips, wetting them slightly. He watched as the boys attention followed the pink that poked its way from Tom's mouth, before once retreating again.

"My Lord, I…I 'm not-"

"Tom" Tom interrupted. Harry shook himself slightly as he started over; his eyes never leaving Tom's mouth.

"T-Tom, I'm…well, I'm not sure what you mean," The boy's voice was rather weaker than it had been yesterday, a slight quiver to the words. Tom found himself loving the sound; so delicate, so breakable and all his. Tom had to suppress the possessive urge to pin the boy to the wall and take everything that was rightfully his. However that would be counter productive. He needed the young man to love him. Such an act of violence at such a moment would only send them both tumbling back down the hill that they had worked so hard to climb.

"I'm sure you can work that out Harry" Tom whispered. "You're a Ravenclaw, after all." Tom watched the reactions of the young man before him. He wasn't pressuring his husband into anything, had merely asked for the return on a rather vague promise. Harry could very easily deny any knowledge of what it was that the Dark Lord was speaking of. He could continue on with his day, merely calming that there was no promise in his words. Tom wouldn't stop him. Anything from this point forward was Harry's choice.

Harry's heart was hammering faster than he could ever remember. He couldn't turn back now. He had made a promise to the Dark Lord, he had claimed that he would do something and sourly he should keep his word. Harry may never have admitted it to anyone, but the hat in first year had claimed that he would have done rather well in Gryffindor. He had a, what had the hat called it, a strong moral compass and a desire to right everything that was wrong with the world. He also had a bit of a complex when it came to saving people. He may never have had the opportunity to exercise this desire, but it was always there. Whenever anyone was in trouble he longed to help, to not let them feel as he had felt on so many occasions; alone.

Yet Harry had repressed that desire. He would not let himself be further alienated by those around him, by trying to save them. He knew that it would merely end in mockery and rather harsh punishments. Harry had chosen the safe way out, but that didn't mean that the desires were not still there.

So when Harry made a promise, he attempted to stick by them, when he could. Not that he was given much opportunity to make such promises. He didn't really have any friends. His family disposed him and he rarely talked to his housemates. So now that the opportunity to stand by his word was before him, Harry could barely suppress the urge to take it. Even if his heart was hammering and his knees were threatening to give way under him.

Harry's eyes were still fixed on Tom's lips. They never strayed. Harry dare not look up any further. He did not want to look into the brown eyes that were only ever a second away from red. Harry took a shaky breath as he pushed himself up onto his tip toes. Still focused on the lips before him, Harry slowly, delicately, pressed his own lips to them. It was a second, if that, before he pulled away again.

However he was stopped in his attempt to flee. Arms firmly wrapped around his waist and pulled him even closer toward his husband.

"I wouldn't call that a proper kiss Harry" Tom whispered huskily into his young husbands ear. Harry could feel the hot breath on his ear lobe, it sent a light shudder dancing across his back. It was not entirely unpleasant. That thought merely made Harry's heart beat faster. Harry took several deep breaths, trying to sooth frayed nerves. He wasn't scared, he supposed his feelings were closer to those of nervousness and anxiousness, but not terror. Nothing even close to terror. That made a change. Changes made him nervous.

Harry leaned forward once more. He forced his lips to press firmly and more insistently than before. The kiss lasted longer. Yet, this time as he made a move to pull back, he was stopped before his lips could even separate from those in front of him.

Tom pulled him closer, until his body was tightly pressed against his husband's. One hand found its way into Harry's hair, while the other tightened its grip around his waist.

It felt good. Harry didn't know why, but he was enjoying the feeling of the man's lips against his own; the closeness that he got from it. He didn't mind as he was pulled so close that he felt that he might suffocate. His mind seemed to be somewhere else. As though it belonged to another that craved the attention that he was receiving. At some point Harry's eyes fluttered shut. Harry had no idea when.

Teeth gently pulled at Harry's lip and Harry could find it in himself to do little more than open his mouth in response. Soon a tongue had found its way to caress along his, gently, demandingly. It was evident who was in control here. Even if the motions were gentle, giving Harry the chance to pull away, Harry felt as though he was drowning in the sensations. As his tongue was pulled into the Dark Lord's mouth, Harry couldn't help the small gasp that escaped from his covered mouth. It came out as more of a huff of air through his nose. Harry's eyes fluttered.

Harry was so focused on the feeling of the tongue in his mouth and his own surprise that the feeling was a good one, that he failed to notice the movement of his body, until his knees hit something. His eyes snapped open as he felt himself pushed backward onto a soft surface. A bed, his mind answered his question.

"Shhh" the Dark Lord soothed as he saw the slight flash of anxiety that flashed through the green eyes. Tom ran a hand along Harry's side gently, his fingers tickling the skin under Harry's thin shirt as he laid kisses along his young husband's jaw line.

Harry felt his eyes flutter back shut. The attention that he was receiving felt right. It felt so nice, so pleasurable. His breaths began to speed up as the Dark Lord made his way down his small body. The man was pulling aside material and peppering kisses on the skin that he revealed beneath. Harry was panting as the man reached his waist band.

However as Tom's hands moved towards the buttons on Harry's trousers, he flinched once again. His eyes snapped open once more and he looked in fear, down at the mop of brown hair. However Tom seemed to have anticipated this, he quickly pulled Harry's attention back; by pressing his lips firmly against his young husband's.

One hand tugged lightly at Harry's hair; his tongue plunging back into Harry's mouth. His young husband let him. Tom's other hand continued to slowly undo the buttons on Harry's trousers. A hand soon found its way into his underwear and a hand firmly wrapped itself around Harry.

Harry gasped into the mouth that was on his. His hands pulled firmly at his husband's robes, as he attempted to find an anchor. This was the first experience in anything that remotely resembled consensual sex and Harry was unsure how to handle it. Had had barley experienced anything other than a quick wank in the shower. To have someone else touching him was an utterly new experience for Harry. His fingers clenched tighter.

Tom's lips moved away; Harry found himself unconsciously following the man's lips, his fingers attempting a firmer grip in the material that he had between them.

A light chuckle came from the man above him. Harry's fingers uncurled at the sound. He hadn't even realised what he had been doing. He felt the tingle of embarrassment and nervousness trickle through him slowly, like raindrops into a barrel. However it was soon dispelled, a hole smashed through the rotting wood, as a hot breath whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry Harry." A tongue ran all the way around the shell of Harry's ear, before biting down gently; pulling at the skin. "I'm not going anywhere." Harry shuddered as the hot mouth found its way to his neck. Teeth gently sunk into the teeth as Tom's mouth sucked the skin purple.

Kisses continued back down his body, leaving similar bruises, as Tom's hands pulled down his young husband's trousers. A hand found its way back to Harry's dick as Tom pulled down Harry's underwear. Tom bit down on Harry's hip, another bruise, as he pumped Harry with his other hand.

Harry gasped. His hands found their way into Tom's hair; twisting their way into the brown locks as the hand tightened around him.

"Deep breath Harry" he heard the whisper but didn't register the meaning behind it, until he felt the warm wetness of a mouth. The breath he had taken was once again forced from his lungs. His hands tightened in his husbands hair.

A small moan escaped him as the mouth descended. He could feel the head move beneath his fingers as it bobbed down.

"Ah, ah…" Harry threw his head back; his eyes squeezing tighter. Tom firmly grasped his young husband's thighs, pushing them further apart as he took the younger man's cock more deeply into his mouth. Another moan escaped Harry's mouth as one hand moved away from the thigh and moved up to play with the small, nearly hairless orbs that so dearly needed his attention.

Harry's breath was coming more quickly, his pants and moans sounding more desperate. The Dark Lord knew what was coming, or more accurately, who.

However before the moment could arrive a loud crash sounded from the doorway of the room; a stumble of feet and a sound of a body thumping to the ground. The Dark Lord growled as he pulled his head up. Harry's hands dropped from his now rather messy hair.

What the fuck was someone doing in his room?! A room in which only he and his husband had permission to enter. The Dark Lord could feel his young husband tense below him and he knew that the moment had been ruined. Harry was not one for exhibitionism.

Tom felt anger spark within him as he pulled further away from the rather enjoyable time with his young husband. The actions of the green eyed man had been raw and rather exquisite. Tom lamented the loss of them. The anger was building in him more and more as he pulled himself up.

Tom stood from his position over his husband. He pulled the duvet up, to cover Harry's form, before he turned, his eyes flashing red, to look at whoever it was that was standing in the doorway.

A red faced Charles Jugson was standing, mouth agape in the doorway. He seemed frozen in the spot. His own stupidity preventing him from moving away from the imminent danger.

"Jugson" Tom growled out darkly as he looked toward the stupid young death eater. Killer intent glittered in his eyes, as they flashed red. The man was eighteen; a new addition to the ranks. As many of the new recruits did, he was staying in the manor, training and learning the ropes of a new Death Eater.

However, that did not excuse the arrival of the young man in his room. In fact, it was rather perplexing as to how the man had even found his way into the wing in the first place. The wing was off limits to anyone other than the inner circle. The new recruits were supposed to be confined to one wing of the manor, their containment there falling to several members of the inner circle. After his punishment of Jugson, he would be having words with those responsible.

"What" the Dark Lord barked out "are you doing?" he growled.

The man before him could only gape. His eyes flickered between the now rather pale Harry and his own feet; avoiding the eye of the Dark Lord at any cost.

"Answer me" Tom took a large step forward. His wand slipped into his fingers and pushed against Jugson's windpipe.

"Why. Are. You. In. My. Quarters."

Jugson's eyes flickered up at the angry face of his master, before he made the rather sensible decision of falling to his knees before the man.

"I-I…I got lost my Lord"

That merely frustrated the Dark Lord more. The boy couldn't even come up with a valid excuse. His teeth clenched together and his grip tightened on his wand.

"Crucio" he whispered; his voice full of anger. The spell was bright red, as it flashed through the bedroom. It hit Jugson squarely in the chest.

For the next minute, the room was filled with the screams of a new Death Eater. Tom felt that it was far too soon that he removed the spell. However he knew that thirty more seconds and the young man would need a rather lengthy stay in the hospital wing.

"Get out" Tom growled. The man went to stand.

"On your knees"

Tom watched him leave, before loudly slamming the door behind him. He turned back toward his husband. Harry was staring at him from the bed. Tom clenched his teeth, moment ruined it seemed.

"Why don't you go and have a shower Harry, we'll go down for breakfast." Tom turned away from his husband, planning to retreat to his office and work off his frustration. However his path was interrupted.

"Tom" Harry had stood from the bed and was standing awkwardly at the foot of it. His shirt was only half buttoned up and the fly of his trousers was undone. He looked fully sexed up. Harry took a step forward until he was standing before Tom.

"I'll see you at breakfast." Harry took hold of his husband's hand and stood up on his tiptoes. He stretched upward and gently pressed a kiss onto the pale skin of his husband's cheek. He then scuttled off toward the bathroom.

Tom stared after him.