He wasn't sure how many days passed since he'd last seen James. Conner was the only person he saw. Conner, who fed him twice a day now, and lengthened the chain to allow Tom to move about. He also washed Tom. Although wash was a bit nice. He pointed a hose at Tom and blasted him with cold water for a few minutes.
He'd got clean clothes. Thin sweatpants, and a cotton t-shirt. It made him wonder what had inspired such benevolence...
A rattle of the cage jerked his head up. His breath hitched.
James stood just outside the cage, watching him. Expressionless, but his eyes. They mocked Tom.
"Mr. Evans."
Tom licked his lips,
"Back from your vacation?"
The corners of James's mouth twitched, like he was fighting a smile. Tom tried to act like James Evans smiling on the regular wasn't something he'd pay good money to see.
James motioned with his head to Conner, who rushed to unlock the cage,
"Take a break, Conner."
James dismissed his henchman then waited until Conner disappeared before he walked into the cage.
Not walked.
More like stalked, because Tom felt very much like his prey in that moment. James's gaze stayed on his face, examining him as he crouched down so they could be face to face.
"You know I like that,"
Tom murmured, lifting his chin slightly,
"James Evans on his knees for me."
He couldn't help himself, poking the hornet's nest, but Jesus, James's very presence baited him,
"I dream about it."
"What else do you dream about?"
James's teeth appeared briefly,
"Or do I already know?"
Humiliation, so foreign, shivered in Tom' belly. Still, he shrugged with all of the nonchalance he didn't feel,
"We should allow some mystery between us, don't you think?"
"I think, the way you beg in your dreams…"
James put his mouth to Tom's ear and whispered sensually,
"is absolutely spectacular."
Tom shivered, and it might have had everything to do with James's husky voice and warm breath on his skin. His captor aroused him, and Tom didn't care to hide that fact.
Not anymore.
"I don't beg for you…"
James pulled back, lips curled into a condescending smile,
"No?"
He shoved one hand into his pocket then pulled out a small, black device,
"Please. Please."
The sound of Tom's cries filled the cage. James had taped his nightmares. Heated anger had him seeing red. Still, he swallowed it, affecting a bored expression as James watched his face and listened to him beg,
"Please…No…Please…Don't… Professor…NOOOOO!"
James grinned like a cat that had just swallowed a canary,
"Like I said…Spectacular."
"I don't beg for you,"
Tom told him again. He thrust his head forward, forehead barely touching James's. When his captor's eyes flashed that homicidal fire, Tom dropped his tone, making sure to hold James's gaze as he said,
"I will never beg for you"
James's gaze was all fire, setting Tom's skin to sweating,
"Such denial."
He clicked his tongue. Tom spoke,
"It's the truth… But you're welcome to try, Evans."
James tensed.
"Try and make me beg."
Tom sank his teeth into his bottom lip, arousal a living thing in his lower belly, getting hotter by the second,
"I welcome it."
He dropped his attentions to James's cruel mouth,
"But you will have to do a lot to make me beg for you."
He wanted to push this man beyond any boundary he'd set. Ruffle him. Disable his control.
So, Tom touched his lips to James's chin.
James's sharp inhale was music to Tom' ears. Gasoline to his fire. A waving red flag in front of the bull.
"But you won't, will you?"
He flicked his tongue out, licked James's chin. Tom's own breath stuttered for a moment there as the other man's taste swept along his taste buds. Salty skin,
"You prefer to hide in the shadows and watch, with your hand on that pretty cock, whispering my name as you break. Because you do, don't you?"
He grinned,
"My name breaks you. Every. Time."
A strong hand wrapped around his neck so fast, Tom saw stars. He choked, forcing out a chuckle as he met James's dark gaze. Anger, yes. The blood thirst, too.
But lust was also crowded in there, wild and uncontrollable.
James Evans still wanted him.
"Did you watch?"
Speaking was difficult with the vice grip at his throat, but he forced it out,
"You do remember the night when I put my hands on you for the very first time…. The night I kissed you…"
James's head cocked, and a muscle throbbed in his jaw, but he didn't speak. He simply watched Tom while squeezing his throat.
"You want to kiss me again…"
Tom coughed. He was so hard. Cock tenting the sweats, dampening the front with pre-cum as he throbbed and dripped. This was beyond any foreplay he'd engaged in. The danger, intoxicating,
"And I want you to."
He twisted his mouth into a smile,
"Get on your knees for me. Let me take that pretty mouth of yours."
He whispered,
"Kiss me and I'll beg for you."
A smile crept up James's features. Genuine. Brightening his eyes for a second,
"Are you propositioning me, Mr. Voldemort?"
"Tom. Mr. Voldemort is a lot to say, especially when you'll already have my tongue down your throat"
Tom winked,
"And I'll tell you a secret. I taste even better than the last time I took your mouth."
James snorted. He didn't move away, but his grip loosened.
Tom didn't have the use of his hand otherwise he'd grab onto him, prevent him from taking away his hold. He used his words instead,
"I'm hard for you."
With James's grip not as tight as before, he could speak easier, but his voice got raspier as he spoke the truth. He dropped his gaze to the other man's groin, covered in dark denim that clung to his legs.
"And you're hard for me."
James's hand dropped away and he stood,
"Using your body to buy your way out. I expected more from you, Mr. Voldemort."
Except that had been nowhere on Tom' radar. He'd wanted James's hands on him. Wanted to watch his captor lose control the way he stole all of Tom' control,
"And I expected to claim your mouth"
He shot back,
"But we can't all have our way, James."
James fisted Tom' hair and yanked him upright, or as far as he could go with the chains restricting his movements,
"That's Evans to you, Voldemort"
Tom smiled up at him,
"I adore your mouth…"
James stared down at him, nostrils flared. His eyes, though. He battled himself behind those dark bottomless eyes.
"Sir…"
Conner's voice had James's shoulders tensing slightly, before he released Tom and walked away without looking back. Heads together, the two men conversed in hushed whispers, too hushed for Tom to understand. Then Conner unlocked the gate and James exited.
Tom watched him go, groin throbbing, biting his tongue to keep from calling him back. Then he realized James hadn't denied being hard for him and that made him grin.