I don't own Harry Potter in any way. If I did, all of the Harry Potter movies would be rated 18+. (perverted laughter)

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Also, I'm sorry for the wait... my laptop broke down a few days ago and I just got it back - plus, as you all know, I'm a high school student, so I have a bunch of finals to tend to.

(a/n; okay, so, now the dots and hyphens are back? I'm confused. Someone please explain!)

Warnings - Explicit Yaoi (slash), dark!Harry, foul language, random evilness, occ... etc. You know the drill by now.

Chapter 12.

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Harry refused to open his eyes, even though he could feel ground under his feet and cold air against his skin. He buried his face further into the dark fabric of Tom's robes and inhaled deeply. The scent made him almost dizzy. Just a few seconds ago, they had still been at Hogwarts, in the astronomy tower. Harry imagined the panic that the teachers were experiencing now that their golden boy had run away. The thought made him almost giggle into the dark robes.

"Harry," Tom drawled as Harry sighed with contentment. "We're here. If you don't let go of me, you won't be able to see your new home."

Harry snapped his eyes open and let go of Tom to let his eyes wander around. Oh yeah, Harry thought, we're not in England anymore. There were trees around them. Dark trees. The ground was dark, the sky was dark. It was like a world of night. Harry stared up into the sky and marveled at the sight of the stars. They were shining... so much brighter than he was used to... Was it because of his improved sight? He was a vampire now, after all. He let his tongue slide over his teeth again and smirked a little as he found his pointy fangs.

"It's..." Harry breathed and turned to Tom, who was partly hidden in the shadows of the trees. His crimson eyes glowered intensively in the night and made Harry blush slightly. "Beautiful."

Tom blinked and took a step to Harry who swallowed and turned his gaze to the ground. The way the man looked at him now... It made Harry feel hot even though they weren't even touching. It was embarrassing, but he couldn't help it. He could already feel his body grow warm and his pulse speed up.

Tom stood before him and waited until Harry finally faced him. Then he placed his gloved hands on the sides of Harry's face and held it in place as he bent down and captured Harry's lips in a fierce, but calm kiss. Harry's shimmering green eyes stared into Tom's red ones as their lips touched. Harry started to respond to the massaging and his eyes slipped closed. It was impossible for him to keep them open when Tom kissed him like that. Fire spread throughout his body. Tingles danced over his skin and the arousal that burned in him grew even stronger, now that his Lord was finally kissing him!

Suddenly, Tom nibbled on Harry's bottom lip, which made Harry gasp with surprise, pain and arousal. Tom slipped his tongue inside and roamed around, grasping Harry's face and neck more firmly and he devoured the boy. Harry clutched Tom's robed to keep himself upright; his knees were getting weaker with each passing second. When Tom finally slowed down and let go of him, Harry was panting pretty hard and he could feel how his flushed cheeks burned against the cold air.

"Excuse me..." A voice suddenly cut in and made Harry flinch and involuntarily take a step towards Tom, as an act of defense, which made him feel a bit embarrassed. He wasn't a girl, for crying out loud. Tom glared towards a man who was standing next to a tree not even three meters away.

"I thought I told you to go back to the castle," Tom said coldly, obviously annoyed with the man who now smirked.

"Indeed you did, Tom, but I just wanted to make sure that you two didn't get lost on the way."

Harry immediately recognized the man and turned away with a small, embarrassed blush and a small frown. It was the man who had bitten him a few minutes ago. The man who turned him. Harry clearly remembered the pleasure it had given him, and he was fairly sure he had even moaned. The bruise on Harry's neck still ached a little. The man took a few steps closer and grinned as he studied Harry's nervous face.

"He really is a piece of eye-candy, ain't he?" He chuckled and raised an eyebrow as Tom took a step in front of Harry with a cold, emotionless look on his face.

"He's mine, Nathanael."

Harry stared at Tom's back and blinked with surprise. Of course he had known that Tom considered Harry as his, but now that Tom had actually said it out loud, it was a whole new feeling. Harry remembered once, a few weeks ago, when Snape had tried to make Harry tell him what was going on and Harry had pushed the teacher away and then escaped.

"That scum is not allowed to touch you, Harry."

"I... won't let it happen again!"

It was the same feeling as then. It confused Harry. Was it really such a good feeling, to be 'owned' by someone? He noticed the fierce, silent war that the two men fought. Tom looked as emotionless as always, but the intensity in his eyes told Harry that he was ready to kill at any given chance. The man, Nathanael, backed away a little with his slim hands in front of his chest while sniggering to himself.

"No reason to get angry, Tom. We're not enemies, and I won't steal your little boy-toy." Harry blushed with anger and embarrassment. What a rude guy this Nathanael was. Harry was fairly sure he'd heard the name before. "Come on, we have to get him to the castle... unless you were thinking about fucking him out here, we should get him into the warmth. He's starting to shudder."

Harry blinked and realized that the man was right; he was feeling rather cold. He looked down and realized that he was still wearing the white hospital gown. The thin short material that he wore barely covered him. His legs and arms were exposed and there was nothing else underneath his gown to help keep him warm. Tom threw Harry a chaste look and nodded.

"You're right."

Nathanael started walking and Tom followed, still with his back to Harry. Harry frowned a little before he started to walk. Tom was probably still angry with Nathanael. The aura he had now was colder than the one Harry was used to. Harry tried to speed up, so that he could walk next to Tom, but as he started to walk faster, Tom sent him a silent glance, and that was all it took for Harry to understand that he was meant to walk behind. At least for now. Right?

"T-tom..." Harry said, and cursed his cold body. He was starting to shudder real bad. "Are w-we... there ye-yet?"

"Soon", Tom answered, but didn't slow down, or even look back to see how Harry was doing. Harry frowned and averted his gaze from Tom's back to the ground. He was barefoot. Stupid Tom. His feet were hurting, and he was freezing his balls off, and the bastard wouldn't even look at him? What was his problem? Was Nathanael still the reason for Tom's coldness?

After a few minutes of walking, a large castle, much like Hogwarts, became visible over the treetops. It was blacker than Hogwarts though. And it had more towers. And, Harry realized as they came closer, it was bigger. Much bigger.

"Amazing," Harry breathed and stared at the huge castle, momentarily forgetting about the cold temperature. Tom finally stopped and gave Harry an emotionless glance, before turning away again. Harry stared after him. What was going on?

They stopped at the gate and waited for a few seconds. Suddenly, a young boy with red, pointy hair and large grey eyes popped his head out through the bars.

"Name?" He said with a slightly bored voice.

"Nathanael Vlad Dragulia", Nathanael said and Harry immediately realized who he was. He had read about him not even two months ago! The son of Dracula. Harry glanced at said man and blushed as he remembered that the same man had bitten him. The one who transformed him; The son of Dracula... It was almost dazzling. Harry snapped his eyes back to the ground as he felt the hard gaze of Tom's in his neck. Was he jealous, or just angry with Harry for staring so shamelessly at the other man?

"Tom Riddle", Tom said and then turned to Harry, as did the other two. The boy eyed him with curiosity. Harry blinked and realized that he was expected to introduce himself.

"Uh... Harry Potter," he said nervously. The boy's grey eyes were a bit scary. It felt as if they could see right through him.

"New recruit," Nathanael said and grinned at the boy who sighed and nodded.

"I get it. Okay... Welcome." He pulled his head back in and turned around. "Open up!"

A few seconds later, the gate started to open soundlessly and Nathanael, still smirking, walked in. Tom and Harry followed him. Tom was still not facing Harry. Harry kept his gaze on the ground. He was confused. And rather hurt. Had he done something wrong?

Involuntarily, Harry started to think of Dumbledore's last words.

"He's just using you! It's a trick! I know it!"

Harry shook his head and frowned, still keeping his gaze low. There was no way that could be true. No way.

"Welcome back, sires," a butler with a black tux and white hair said as they finally walked into the hallway. "And who might this be?" The butler stared at Harry with pursed lips. Harry glared at the butler and before he could stop himself, out of annoyance and fatigue, he put his hands on his hips and smirked. Then he pointed to Tom with his thumb.

"I'm his boy-toy. Nice to meet you."

The butler stared at him for a few seconds, and Harry could feel a blush crawl over his cheeks from embarrassment. What a stupid thing to say! Since when did he have such self-confidence? He glanced nervously at Tom and flinched. Tom was finally meeting his gaze, but the older man looked more or less furious, behind the cool facade. The red eyes glowered at Harry who quickly turned his gaze away and lowered his head. Still, even though he hated the feeling of having Tom angry at him, he couldn't help feeling a bit angry himself. Why was Tom acting so weird?

Well, the bastard deserved it. And the look on the butler's face was really amusing. Nathanael was laughing, too, Harry realized.

"Confident little brat, ain't he?" Nathanael smirked at Harry who couldn't help but to smirk back, then he turned back to the butler. "He's a new recuit, Edward." The butler coughed and bowed to Harry who didn't bow back. He was still a bit pissed about the butler's attitude from a few seconds ago.

"Ah, finally! Tom, pleasure to see you again." a man with long, red hair in a braid walked into the hallway, followed by three other men who looked much more strict and formal than the first one. "And this must be young Harry, am I right?" The man leaned forward and stared into Harry's face. Harry blinked and had the urge to back away from the man, but the man seemed to realize Harry's uncertainty, so he quickly backed away, having an amused smile on his face.

"Pretty little thing you've got here, Tom. I envy you."

Harry glanced blushingly at Tom again, but quickly looked away, since Tom still looked angry. Harry couldn't help feeling like a defiant child, being punished by a parent.

"Shall we begin?"

"Begin what?" Harry asked and turned to Tom, who, as expected, didn't look back. Harry turned back to the red-haired man who gestured for Harry to come with him.

"You mean you didn't tell him about the tests, Tom?" The red-head said and turned to Tom with a surprised frown. Tom closed his eyes and shook his head no.

"I apologize, Trenton. It must've slipped my mind," he replied calmly. Harry stared at him, furious and confused.

"What are you talking about?" Harry exclaimed angrily. "What tests?"

Trenton turned to Harry with narrowed eyes and chuckled.

"You see, young Mr. Potter, just because you are a vampire, it doesn't mean that you will automatically get accepted into this house. You have to prove your worth by doing three tests. You are, of course, allowed to stay here during the tests, but if you fail even one of them, you will not be able to stay here."

Harry stared at the man, feeling like he had just taken a cold shower. Why hadn't Tom told him about this? Why was he behaving so coldly? Harry didn't understand anything. He felt sick and cold, and he was starting to shudder. Goosbumps spread over his body. He was still dressed in nothing but the hospital gown, and that was seriously starting to bother him. Trenton seemed to sense Harry's discomfort.

"Not to worry, boy. The tests won't start until tomorrow night. You are tired, obviously. I will show you to your room."

"Actually," Tom interrupted and took a small step forward. "The boy will spend the night in my room."

Trenton stared at Tom, with a new kind of coldness in his earlier so kind eyes. Then he smiled again.

"May I ask why?"

"I am the boy's master. I am the one who found him, and it was my blood that he drank. Therefore, he belongs to me."

Harry stared at Tom. He felt empty inside. Cold. It wasn't the fact that Tom wouldn't even call Harry by his name anymore that hurt the most. Dumbledore had been right. That was what hurt. If this was the real purpose for Tom to take him away... Then Dumbledore had been right all along, hadn't he? And Harry had been foolish enough to fall for it. What was he to Tom? A slave? A page? Merely a servant? Had this been his plan all along?

Harry turned his damp eyes to the floor, ignoring the aching in his chest. There was nothing he could do about it now, anyway. Harry was already a vampire, and he had clearly told the human world to piss off. He had left everything behind. He wouldn't be welcomed back. If Tom was serious... If this was the real Tom... There was nothing he could do, was there?

"His master, huh?" Trenton smirked. "Indeed you are, however... Sir Nathanael was the one who bit him."

"That's right," Nathanael said, smirking behind Trenton. He gave Harry a glowing gaze, one that Harry did not respond to. The shock had already made Harry unable to move properly. He didn't even have the energy to raise his head. Tom took yet another step forward.

"That may be so, but you know very well that I am incapable of turning a magic-user into a vampire. It was necessary to let Nathanael bite him. I am the owner of this new recruit. Do not worry, Trenton. I'll teach him well."

Harry shut his eyes. He felt tired. He wanted to sleep and wake up from this nightmare. Somewhere in the foggy background, he could here the hoarse chuckle of Trenton.

"Very well then. But first, allow me to show the boy around."

"I will accompany you," Tom replied.

"Fine. Mr. Potter," Trenton gave Harry's shoulder a pat, making Harry flinch a little. He met Trenton's gray gaze and blinked slowly. "Come with me. I will show you where the tests will be held tomorrow."

Harry nodded absentmindedly and followed Trenton as he started to walk. Tom, Nathanael and the two other men followed. Someone put a big cloak around Harry's shoulders, but it wasn't Tom. Harry didn't have the energy to turn around to thank whoever it was. The cloak smelled like Nathanael, though.

After a few minutes of silent walking, Trenton stopped and opened a large door on his left, and then went in. Harry followed, and almost forgot about being devastated as he saw the giant room.

"Amazing..." Harry whispered and let his gaze dance over the naked stone floor. The room didn't have any furniture, it was totally empty. "Why is it so big?"

Trenton chuckled.

"You will see, tomorrow, my boy." He turned to Tom. "Make sure to prepare him as well as possible. The first test is the teleportation test; the easiest one."

Tom nodded and bowed to Trenton.

"If you'll excuse us. The boy is tired. He needs to rest." With an emotionless face, Tom turned to Harry. Then he raised one hand, and waved for Harry to go to him. "Come."

Harry hesitated for a second, then took a few steps towards Tom. Anger and sadness and confusion pulsated inside of Harry, and he refused to look at Tom's face. Without a word, Tom grabbed the cloak around Harry's shoulders and threw it on he floor, glared at Nathanael and then exited the room. Harry followed.

As they walked, Harry couldn't help but to glance at Tom's back, only to quickly turn his eyes away again. Tom... Harry felt completely miserable. And angry. The man's behavior made no sense to Harry! As soon as they had arrived in the forest, Tom acted as if he couldn't get enough of Harry, but ever since Nathanael showed up, Tom changed into something... colder.

"We're here," Tom said and stopped in front of a large wooden door with a small sign in the front saying 'Tom Riddle - Vampira magika'. He opened the door and stepped aside, so that Harry could go in before him. Still refusing to look at the man's face, Harry went inside but snapped his eyes open as soon as he saw the expensive rug. It was crimson and gold and green. Harry let his eyes wander over the room with it's extraordinary furniture. There were shelves filled with books, small tables with small, expensive looking items on them, chairs, pillows, plants and also, a huge bed filled with pillows, blankets and surrounded by curtains.

Harry almost forgot about being pissed at Tom. But as the door closed behind him, Harry snapped back into reality and lowered his gaze again.

"Do you like it?" Tom asked almost softly, confusing Harry even more. When Harry didn't answer, Tom grabbed his chin from behind and forced Harry to show him his face. "Is something wrong?"

That was it. Harry kept a straight face but let his eyes turn to ice.

"'Wrong', you ask? Yes, there is something wrong!" Harry glared fiercely at Tom who looked slightly taken aback, even though his face was still almost as stoic as ever. Harry freed himself from Tom's grip and took a few steps away from the Dark Lord who now had a slightly darker look on his face. "Was this your plan all along?"

"Harry-"

"Shut up!" Harry hissed. He was way too pissed and hurt to listen to what Tom had to say. "What the hell am I to you? A slave? Did you have fun behind my back as you fooled me into believing all that bullshit?" Harry panted with fury, and realized that somewhere on the way, the sadness he had felt had been replaced by rage.

"Ha-" Tom tried again, but Harry wouldn't listen. The rage and desperation had already taken over.

"I left everything behind for your fucking sake! And then what happens? I find out that Dumbledore was right all along. And I believed you, you bastard." Furious tears rolled down Harry's cheek and he wiped them away with a frustrated sob. The next second, he gasped. Tom stood right in front of him, even though he had been several meters away just a second ago. Harry stared at Tom who stared back with a passionate, almost grim face. With oddly gentle hands, Tom caressed Harry's face and lowered himself, so that he could cover Harry mouth with his own.

Harry, who had been more or less paralyzed for the last couple of seconds, finally realized what was going on, and gasped against Tom's lips. He started to punch Tom's shoulders, chest and arms. He clawed at Tom's face and he refused to respond to the kiss. Not like this! Not like that... He was just trying to make Harry compliant... Wanted to dominate...

"Le-mphf... Lemme go!" Harry managed to choke out as more tears leaked down his face.

"No," Tom replied, calm as ever, even though he had small scratches all over his face from Harry's sharpened nails. He pressed Harry against the bedpost that went all the way up to the roof and Harry could feel Tom's hands roam over his clothed body. He started to, unwillingly, give in to the touches. The way Tom kissed him now... So passionately, demanding... It made Harry go weak in the knees. And, without noticing it, Harry started to kiss back. He was completely helpless as Tom took his arms and placed them around his broad shoulders, more or less forcing Harry to cling to him.

When Tom finally let go of Harry, and separated their faces by just a few inches so that their hot breaths mingled, Harry was already dazed and flustered. His glasses had fallen off of his blushing face. Tom's red eyes drank in Harry's face and a tongue went out of his mouth and licked Harry's lower lip, dragging a small whimper out of the younger boy.

"Are you aware of how you look, right now?" Tom asked and buried his face into Harry's warm neck and inhaled. "Do you realize how much it makes me want to claim you?"

Harry choked on his breath and blushed even more as Tom gave a hard thrust against Harry's groin to prove his point. The man was hard, and Harry could feel it through the layers of fabric. He swallowed and forced himself to meet Tom's eyes.

"Don't give me that shit... Why were you... acting so..."

"Because of this," Tom said and placed a hand on Harry's red cheek. "As soon as I touch you, you become flustered and weak. You become like this. You blush as soon as I look at you. It's quite troublesome."

"S-shut up... That doesn't explain anything." Harry turned away from Tom who smirked at him, still blushing like mad.

"Yes, it does. You are solely mine."

"Huh?" Harry stared dumbly at Tom who stared back with an almost angry expression.

"You are mine. I don't want anyone but me to see you like this, even if it's just a little. This face," Tom licked Harry's lip again, "and this body," thrust against his aroused groin. "Are just for me."

Harry stared at Tom, too shocked to register how hot he was starting to feel.

"Is that why you...?"

"I should've told you before we arrived. There are many vampires of this house who would love to have you as a partner. All the more reason not to let them see you like this, Harry. You are quite seductive, even though you're probably not aware of it yourself," the man sniggered and placed his hands on Harry's hips.

"S-shut up..."

Despite Harry's attempt to seem cool and uncaring, the relief was probably evident on his face, since he had been scowling before. Now, his face got scrunched up with need, as Tom placed a hand on Harry's buttocks and squeezed. Tom snickered and lowered himself again to capture Harry's lips, making the boy practically writhe in his arms. Now that Harry knew the reason behind Tom's strange behavior, he didn't have to hold back, did he? It was all because Tom wanted to have him for himself.

And now, to prove just how dominant he could be, Tom took a firmer grip of Harry's hips and pulled them against his own groin, creating sweet friction that set Harry's nerves on fire.

"Tom..." Harry moaned, almost making it sound like a plea, but he barely knew exactly what he was asking for. Tom obviously knew, as he pushed Harry down on the bed and climbed after him. Tom hovered over him, his red eyes looking darker than usual in the dimly lit room. Harry stared into Tom's face and swallowed nervously as the man lowered himself to whisper in Harry's ear.

"Spread your legs for me, Harry."

And Harry obeyed, being half-aware of what he was doing, and weak from lust. He spread his legs as wide as he could, and Tom placed himself between them. He gave a few thrusts, making Harry tremble even though there were still several layers of clothing separating them. He could feel his racing heart pound within his chest and his face burned. Tom let his hands wander over Harry's lightly dressed body and gave another thrust against Harry, who immediately moaned and bucked back, involuntarily.

"Stop that..." Harry whispered, half-hiding his face in the pillow. He had been looking forward to this so much, but now that it was finally about to happen, he felt shy and embarrassed. He was young, for heaven's sake! He had never had sex before. What if Tom didn't like his body, or what if his lack of skills would somehow make him seem less attractive to Tom?

It finally hit Harry, that the reason for him to suddenly be so insecure was probably because he had all these human emotions again. During the past weeks, Harry had been so focused on carrying the plan out, he hadn't really given it a thought. He hadn't thought of how this would feel. He had been blinded by longing, but he hadn't thought about the fact that he was actually a virgin, inexperienced, young. And he was a boy. A male, who was about to have real, full-blown sex, with another male.

"Stop what?" Tom mused and continued massaging and touching Harry's naked thighs. Tom's fingers played with the hem of the hospital gown and pulled it up, inch by inch, slowly and torturously. Harry gasped and covered his eyes with his hand. It was embarrassing, the way he acted. Like a girl. Like a whore. He didn't want that. He didn't like the thought at all.

"S-surprising me... It's embarrassing... AH!"

Tom had grabbed Harry's already hard member though the thin layer of fabric and gave a determined stroke, making Harry jerk and whimper helplessly under him. Tom sniggered.

"But these faces you make Harry... You're such a tease. Such a good boy." Harry glared fiercely at the older man, but the frown quickly turned into an expression of pleasure, as Tom continued to stroke him.

Harry stopped him by grabbing Tom's shoulder and widening the distance between them. He gave the man a stern look.

"I'm not a woman."

Tom blinked and quirked an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised, then smirked again and gave another squeeze to Harry's member.

"I'm fully aware of that." He bent down to lick Harry's neck. Harry closed his eyes, desperately trying to remain focused.

"Th-then... don't treat me like one."

Tom stopped his ministrations and gave Harry a heated glance. Then he grinned.

"Do you want to be dominant?"

Before Harry had the chance to reply, Tom flipped them over, so that Harry was on top, sitting awkwardly on Tom's stomach. Tom grinned, showing off his pointy teeth that somehow seemed extremely arousing to Harry.

"Then dominate me. Ride me. Fuck me. Make love to me. You make all the moves. You decide."

Harry stared at him, furiously blushing and turned his face away.

"I-I didn't mean it like that..."

Tom sat up and gave Harry a kiss on the chin. On the jaw. On the neck.

"Then how did you mean it?" When Harry didn't reply, Tom started to massage his buttocks and rock his hips against Harry's. "Don't worry... Just put it in yourself. The rest will... work out fine." There was a certain smugness in Tom's voice, as if he knew exactly what would happen. Harry swallowed nervously. He reached behind Tom and fiddled with the man's ponytail. Suddenly feeling giddy, he pulled it out, and felt the silky strands flow out, through his fingers, over Tom's back.

Tom smirked, put his nose against Harry's chest and started to pull the hospital gown up, revealing Harry's erection and flushed skin. Tom reached in under the fabric and tweaked Harry's nipple, causing a gasp to rip from the boy's throat. Wordlessly, Harry lift his arms, as a silent command for Tom to remove the annoying gown altogether. Tom obliged and as the clothing was removed and thrown away, he wrapped his arms around Harry's stomach and kissed his chest, licked it... nibbled on Harry's hardening nipples.

"Tom..."

Harry started to roll his hips over Tom's in an almost desperate attempt to create friction. Tom was still wearing his robes, so Harry gave an annoyed grunt and tried to pull the fabric down Tom's shoulders.

"Take it off," Harry whispered, panting and feeling more aroused than ever before. This was new. A whole new feeling. Masturbating while thinking of Tom was one thing. Masturbating while having marbles up his ass was another thing. Having Tom close to him, about to have real sex, kissing him, touching him, being naked in the actual presence of him... Now that was something completely else.

Tom sniggered and started to take his robes off. And Harry drank in his appearance as it was revealed to him - the porcelain skin, the muscles, the slenderness... He was growing eager, and batted away Tom's fingers after a while to simply undress the man himself. He pulled the robes away, growing frustrated as the robes got stuck and twisted in his eager fingers.

When finally Tom was in his naked glory, and Harry threw the damned robes away, he got shy again. They were completely naked, together, close to each other. Harry had seen Tom's member before, and he remembered that it was big. But he couldn't contain the small gasp as he saw Tom's length, straining against the man's stomach. Red and arching. And big. It was... incredible. Even though Tom was clearly turned on, he managed to keep such a straight face? Amazing. Harry loved it.

Harry was sitting on Tom's thighs, but started to inch closer to the man's groin, still blushing furiously. When their members finally touched, it was almost enough to make Harry come, and he gave a few more thrusts against Tom's member, loving the way it made his whole body tremble from the pleasure. He didn't even need friction, just the feeling of heated skin against skin was enough for him. Barely aware of what he was doing, Harry grabbed Tom and his own members and rubbed them together. It felt almost too good. It made him want to scream.

"Put it inside."

Tom's calm, whispered words made Harry come back to reality and he realized what he was doing. He froze and stared at Tom. Then he nodded jerkily and got up from Tom's groin. He positioned himself over Tom and took a hold of the man's member. He was just about to sit down, when Tom stopped him.

"You have to prepare yourself first. Or else it's going to hurt."

Harry stared nervously at him and threw a longing glance to Tom's member. Then the words' meaning finally struck him.

"I have to do it myself?" He asked, bewildered. His cheeks started to heat up again. Tom gave a smirk.

"Use your fingers."

Tom wanted to watch, Harry understood that much. But he still felt embarrassed enough to die. He actually had to stick his fingers up his ass while having Tom watching? It was insane, embarrassing, but still... incredibly arousing to think about.

So, after a few seconds of hesitation, Harry nodded and put his fingers into his mouth to get them wet. Then he reached behind, and put his free hand on Tom's flat stomach to support himself. As his wet fingers touched his sensitive hole, he shuddered and the excited bundle inside of him seemed to twitch with arousal. This was good. This felt good, Harry thought dazedly as the first finger slipped though and he gasped with pain-mixed pleasure. It had been a while, he realized as the finger went deeper. The second finger joined the first one, and Harry grit his teeth. The pain started to increase.

"Do it slower," Tom said, putting a warm hand over the one Harry had placed on his chest. Harry nodded, and stopped for a few seconds. Then he let both of his fingers slip in deeper, massaging, and sliding inside of him. He enjoyed the feeling for a little while, letting the fingers slip in and out. It started to feel good again, so he started to spread his fingers a little to ease the skin around his opening. It hurt, but not too much. So Harry continued and noticed with relief that the pain quickly went away. After a few more seconds, he gave Tom a heated glance and swallowed.

"I'm ready."

Tom didn't say anything, but smirked and nodded. Harry kept his gaze on Tom's chest as he finally lowered himself onto Tom's hot cock. The head went in, and Harry hissed. He stopped momentarily before lowering himself further, feeling the large member slip deep inside. It hurt. Badly. It was bigger than his fingers. But somehow, the pain was strangely pleasurable. Was it because it was Tom?

"Ah..." It was finally inside. Tom's thighs met Harry's buttocks and for a few seconds, Harry didn't move. The pain was intense, and he wanted to get used to it before even thinking about his next move. Tom's hands came to rest on Harry's flushed thighs and Harry opened his previously closed eyes to look at the man. Tom still looked calm, but there was passion in his eyes. Passion and desire. The pain was going away rapidly. Harry gave a small, testing thrust. It still hurt a bit, but now there was pleasure as well. So Harry moved again. And again. And again.

"Tom... Ah..." Harry didn't know what he said, and he didn't care because the pain was barely there anymore and the feeling of being so utterly full was enough to send him into a bliss-like state. So Harry put his hands on Tom's chest and heaved himself up, only to sit down again, hard. It was good. It felt good! Harry leaned forward, against Tom's chest and moved his hips even more eagerly. The way it moved inside of him was amazing, and Harry would've said so, if he was still capable of forming words. His mouth hung open as pants, moans and gasps tore from his throat. One of his hands found his slippery member and started to pump it almost furiously.

"So... Good!"

It wasn't enough though. It wasn't deep enough, or hard enough. Harry grinded, rubbed and thrust as hard as he could, but it wasn't enough. He gave a frustrated moan. Then a gasp, as Tom had flipped them around again. Tom sniggered and grabbed Harry's butt.

"Enough dominance?"

Harry nodded dazedly and Tom bent down to whisper;

"Do you want me to fuck you harder?"

"...Yes!" Harry moaned and almost sobbed with pleasure as Tom drove deep inside, forcing Harry deeper into the matress. Harry tried to spread his legs wider, to let Tom come closer. Tom grabbed his thighs and lift them a bit before plunging inside again, only to pull out just a quickly. Each time he repeated this motion, it left Harry completely breathless. He was still pumping himself, fast and hard and desperate.

"Do you love it? Do you like having me inside?" Tom whispered hotly against his ear and Harry, still being incapable of forming words, nodded. His hips started to meet up with Tom's hard thrusts, driving the hard member even deeper inside, to the point of almost causing pain, but it didn't hurt and it felt like everything was set on sweet fire!

"Harder!" Harry moaned and wrapped his legs around Tom's hips. "Harder... Please!" He wrapped his arms around Tom's chest and gripped the long hair as Tom drove inside of him again. Harry locked his feet around his to hold him there for a little while, grinding and rubbing against the man. Forcing the cock deeper. "Fuck, yes..."

Tom flipped them around again, and Harry was ready this time. He leaned back a little, putting his hands on Tom's thighs, and lift his knees so that he could easier let the member slip inside. Moaning and grunting, Harry stared at the cock going in and out of him, until he finally gave an especially hard thrust and kept the member inside. Harry threw his head back and focused on the grinding and the rubbing and the pleasure. It was insane, erotic, desperate, and most of all... It was so good. He wrapped his fingers around his member again and rubbed it, feeling himself closing in on his orgasm. His opening started to quiver around Tom's cock.

Suddenly, Tom sat up, grabbed Harry hips to pull him down hard and then he put his open mouth against Harry's sweaty neck. And bit.

"AH!" Harry finally came hard, splattering over him and Tom, letting his hips undulate jerkingly on their own accord to ride out the climax. Tom's fangs sunk deep into his neck and Harry loved it. It felt like he was dreaming. The pain and the pleasure nearly drowned him and for a few seconds, his vision went blank. He heard how Tom swallowed his blood, and then the man let go of Harry, who was still high on the insane pleasure.

After a minute, they had both calmed down a bit. Tom's face still lay plastered against Harry's sore neck, and Harry rested his cheek against the side of Tom's head. Suddenly, Harry heard Tom snigger.

"I could never let anyone but me see you like this, Harry."

Harry couldn't help but to chuckle.

"Don't worry. No one but you could ever do this to me."

Tom leaned back to face Harry. They stared at each other for a few seconds, then they closed the distance and kissed, long and passionately. Satisfied, for now.

"We should sleep. Your first test is tomorrow."

Harry sighed and frowned.

"You should've told me about the tests. I have no idea what to do."

Tom slipped out of him, causing a small hiss from the younger male. He murmured a cleansing spell, without using his wand, Harry noticed. Then he pulled Harry down with him on the mattress, pulling the blanket over them both.

"Don't worry about it. You'll get instructions. You're my partner after all. I'm sure you'll do well."

Harry yawned and settled against Tom's chest. All he could do was to trust Tom, right? And Tom was there, right beside him. Somehow, Tom seemed even more beautiful now, with sweat rolling down his forehead, glowering cheeks... Harry's eyes slipped shut.

For now, he just wanted to sleep.

tbc.

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Tadaa. What do you think? I hope you liked the lemon, cuz I worked really hard on that one. Took me like two hours to write it and rewrite it.

Please review.