Tom's grip on him loosened, body shaking. His shadowed jawline scratched at Harry, the sensation bringing shivers. Never had he been bombarded with so many emotions and sensations from just a kiss.

Just a meeting of lips.

With Fenrir…

He froze.

Fenrir.

Reality yanked his lust-fogged brain back to the surface, and he threw himself off Tom. Landing on his knees on the floor.

"James?"

Fenrir.

He deserved better than this. He deserved someone capable of avenging him. He deserved the love in death that he'd never quite got in life…

Fenrir deserved so much more.

He kept his eyes closed, clutching the ring around his finger. The mattress shifted, and a hand settled on his shoulder,

"James, what…"

"Don't!"

Breath sawed through his lungs, his chest rising and falling as the ravaged words left him,

"Just don't."

Fenrir had trusted him. He'd sworn to protect him. That failure would follow him to his grave. He'd promised to make them all pay.

Here was Lord Voldemort, turning Harry into a liar twice over.

Any other man. He could want any other man.

Not this one.

"Fen…"

With his back against the bed, he stared down at the ring as he pulled it off his finger and read the words engraved inside,

"Fen… I'm sorry."

Lips still wet from the drugging intoxication of Tom's kiss, belly tight, body still throbbing in anticipation of release, he sat, whispering to ghosts,

"I'm so sorry…"

Above him, Tom muttered a panicked curse,

"Damn"

Harry slid the ring back over his finger and got to his feet, refusing to look into Tom's eyes as he grabbed his free hand and shackled it to the other one. He ached, didn't think his knees would hold him up. He needed to sit down. Needed to clear his head. Think about what he'd just done, but his body was buzzing. Blood rushing in his ears.

He lingered. On his tongue, in his nostrils, Tom lingered. The tips of Harry's fingers, the sensation of touching. Stroking. It all stayed with Harry. A permanence he couldn't deny.

He tried. He tried. For Fenrir, he tried.

"You're walking away?"

Despite the incredulity in Tom's voice, Harry made out the slight tremor, and the lust he hadn't yet shaken.

It wasn't as if Harry had shaken his. He might never get rid of it.

"James… James, look at me."

The cuffs clanged when Tom tugged on them,

"Look at me please."

Harry did look at him, at the need for more written all over his face, and in the lines of his body. His fingers twitched and he fisted his hands to keep from smoothing a finger across Tom's lips,

"That is all I had to do to get you to beg for me"

Tom's eyes hardened and his mouth tightened a fraction,

"Undo the handcuffs. Or finish what you started."

Harry scoffed, and turned toward the door when Tom spoke,

"You're afraid, aren't you?"

"NO!"

Rage exploded like a pin-pricked balloon. He spun around but didn't make a move toward the bed otherwise he might listen to his body and climb right back on,

"I AM NOT AFRAID!... You took him, and I can't touch you without thinking of that day, without thinking of him."

His voice broke, and Harry shook his head. He had to get out of there. The further he got from Tom right then, the better it would be for his sanity,

"It can't be you… It can be anyone else in the world but it just can't be you."

Tom stared up at him, swallowing, drawing Harry's attention to his throat. The skin was red, rubbed raw by the chains and Harry's hand, but he wouldn't scar. Not the way he'd scarred Harry,

"Of course."

Tom nodded once. He glanced away and when he brought his gaze back to Harry, his eyes glistened,

"The last time I wished for anything, I was probably ten years old. But right now, I wish I hadn't taken Greyback."

His throat worked,

"And I wish I knew how it felt to be loved by someone the way you love him."

"NO!"

Harry held up a hand,

"NO!"

He didn't have the fortitude to hear this…Especially not after what they'd just done. He went to the door.

"Don't go,"

Tom called out,

"Please. Please, don't go."

"I can't stay."

Harry grabbed the doorknob,

"If I stay…"

Tom didn't speak again, because he heard what Harry didn't say. If he stayed, they'd finish what he'd started. Then his betrayal would be complete.

So, he left. Even though his body kept humming, waiting for what he promised to deliver. Even though he wanted to turn around and go back into that room and climb back onto that bed.

He left.