Accompanied by a pounding headache, Harry came back to the living and slowly opened his eyes to groan at the light.
"Marvolo?" He recognized Tom's voice and focused on the three figures he could see standing by the back of the bed.
"Tom?" the brunet questioned and his eyes completely opened when he remembered last night. "Are you all right?!" The older teen lightly smiled.
"I'm fine and more concerned about you." The youngster moved his body and discovered no pain, only an uncomfortable feeling surrounding his hole.
"Just sore," he answered the other's question.
"You aren't experiencing any pain?" Harry turned his attention right from the Dark Lord to an unknown man, glancing sideways identified Abraxas as the third person.
"No," he responded carefully.
"This is Sir Starlight, Physician," Tom introduced the man, who started asking one question after another. The brunet admitted he was having a headache and got handed a potion after his vitals were checked.
"Everything's good," Starlight concluded as he closed his medical box before eyeing the brunet. "I suggest that next time you keep him restrained." Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise.
'Restrained? Why the hell did Abraxas let me go?' he glanced at his cousin and a flash of greyish eyes containing pity entered his mind. "You knew!" the youngster called out stunned before glaring at the blond.
"I told you to cool off our Lord with cold water!" Malfoy defended himself with a good excuse in his own mind. Tom simply gave him a warning look. Clearly they've had this conversation before.
"You could have warned me he was going to act like a wild animal!" the youngster called out his voice drenched in anger.
"That was clear, wasn't it? What else did you think an aphrodisiac was going to do?" the blond raised his eyebrows before the trademark Malfoy smirk appeared on his lips. "You thought our Lord was going to make sweet love to you? Why do you think the squib fused the aphrodisiac with a weakening potion?"
"How should I know?!" Harry raised his voice as his anger grew. "Why are you being so obnoxious?!" Abraxas looked hurt by his choice of words.
"I'm not-"
"I'm afraid I need to ask you to leave as the patient needs his rest!" the doctor stated interrupting their bickering. Tom glared at his right hand man and the blond left with a huff. "Please make certain he gets some rest," Sir Starlight said before bidding them goodbye and following Abraxas example.
"What happened to the waitress?" the youngster asked as Tom pulled a chair towards the bed and sat down on it.
"She's been taken into custody," the Dark Lord answered dismissive and the brunet narrowed his eyes at him.
"She's going to be wishing she's death, isn't she?" The politician's eyebrows rose at the accusing tone and he stared at the youngster for a minute.
"She's getting what she deserves," he answered in the end and Harry didn't like the satisfied sensation he was feeling. "Do you want to eat something?" Tom suggested and even if he wasn't hungry the brunet knew he could use the strength. He nodded and the older teen smiled before leaning forward. His hand rose and the youngster could already feel the touch of the fingers before the lips would connect with his temple. The fingers touched the skin of his shoulder and a fearful feeling ran through his body. As reflex he slapped the hand away and shifted away from the approaching body heat. His heart was beating rapidly as he stared in shock at the other.
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean..." Tom shook his head stopping his apology and retreated.
"I'll get breakfast." With a heavy heart the brunet watched the Dark Lord exit the room.
'I shouldn't have reacted like that,' blue charmed eyes dropped to the sheets on his lap. 'It's just...' A flash of the assault of last night surfaced and he shivered. He never wanted to experience that again. 'That wasn't Tom!' he told himself knowing at the same time that it was a part of the politician, the Voldemort part.
-THTH-
"How's the squib?" Tom questioned as he strode through the corridors of the Longleat house with Abraxas trying to keep up beside him.
"Miss Black's working her magic in the cellar." The Dark Lord nodded and turned the corner. His feet carried him downstairs as a louder getting scream made the corner of his lips turn upwards. The half smirk turned in a full one as he entered the cellar that contained the screaming woman. His eyes zoomed in on the woman sitting in the middle of the room, being hold down by heavy looking chains glowing with magic.
"Mr Riddle," the torturer appeared from behind the crying squib and brown eyes widened a little. With her small figure, short black hair and piercing green eyes she immediately reminded him of Harry. Only the satisfying smirk with the evil glint in her eyes didn't add up.
"Miss Black I presume?" The woman nodded.
"Please, join us," she held out her wand to the prisoner in an inviting manner.
"I'll get that breakfast for Marvolo," Abraxas excused himself and waited for the Dark Lord's nod of approval before departing. Brown eyes moved from the closing door to the smirking woman before following her wand to the squib. An exciting feeling spread through his body as he stepped closer to his whimpering victim.
-THTH-
A knock announced the arrival of breakfast, but instead of Tom – like Harry expected – Abraxas entered the Prince of Wales' room accompanied by an house-elf.
"Don't look so disappointed," the blond rolled his greyish eyes, "our Lord is occupied."
"With what?!" the youngster fiercely shot back. He didn't want to sound selfish, but he expected Tom to stay by his side with what happened. Malfoy chuckled at his behaviour.
"You're sounding a lot like a Malfoy."
"Oh great," the brunet gave the other an apologizing expression. Both started laughing and Abraxas nudged the elf towards the bed. The house-elf quickly listened and carefully placed the plateau with food on the youngster's lap. "Thank you," Harry said automatically and the house-elf stared at him in shock.
"You really like messing up our elves, don't you?" the blond shook his head and signalled the house-elf to leave.
"I'm just nice," the brunet shot back and the other smirked back before leaving the youngster alone again. Staring at the bread on his lap, Harry sighed. 'When will Tom return?' His head shot up. 'Abraxas didn't say what was so important he couldn't bring me breakfast himself!' Feeling rejected he dropped his head again and started nibbling on a slice of bread draped with cheese. He ate as much as he could muster before pushing the plateau away. 'I should stay in bed, but...' the brunet knew he should take the time to let his body recuperate, but his curiosity was too big. 'What can be so important?' he wondered and slipped out of bed. 'I'm definitely going to get scold.' Smiling lightly he tested his limbs and figured he could move around if he took his time.
Slowly he walked through the hallway - hiding against the wall when Walburga crossed his corridor – to stop in front of the front door. "Where is he?" Harry wondered as a voice pulled his attention. As quickly as his body allowed he moved to the side of the stairs, hiding in the shadows.
"I'll inform our Lord," Abraxas announced as he descended the steps. The youngster didn't have to wait long before he could see the one the blond was speaking too.
'Orion.'
"Good, I'll find Walburga." Malfoy nodded before the Black turned around and ascended the staircase again. Abraxas moved away from the stairs and Harry quickly used a spell to make his feet as light as a feather before following him. The blond led him to the cellar and the youngster frowned. You didn't need to be a scientist to understand something bad was going on down there.
'It must be the squib,' the brunet reasoned and followed his cousin.
"My Lord," Abraxas entered one of the cellars, "the transport preparations have been completed." Harry sneaked a peek inside – rearranging himself a little to look passed Malfoy – to have his breath taken away. Tom was smiling - really smiling - as evilly and most satisfying as the youngster had ever seen him as he casted another spell on the convulsing squib before him.
"My Lord, I'd be happy to prepare her." Blue charmed eyes moved to the other woman present and a wave of jealousy passed through him as he could see the resemblance between his real appearance and her.
"Do that, Miss Black. Abraxas-," the Dark Lord's words died in his mouth when his brown eyes caught sight of Harry. "Marvolo, what are you doing here?!" The brunet was surprised at the angry tone and quickly straightened himself in a stiff position. "You should be resting!" Tom strode over to him – Malfoy wisely quickly stepped aside – and grabbed his shoulder in such a harsh manner that the youngster thought he was going to be roughly shaken up.
"My Lord!" Miss Black intervened and the Dark Lord glared at her. An unspoken conversation passed between them and Tom quickly released his hold.
"Abraxas, escort Marvolo back to his room so he can start packing," the brown eyes moved over the blond to stop on the shocked brunet, "as he seems fit enough to be running around!" Every word was like a dagger through Harry's heart and a glance at the woman standing behind the politicians enraged him.
"Don't bother, I'll find my own way back!" Briskly he turned around and stamped away. He could hear Abraxas following behind him. 'Why was he so mad?! He's the one torturing people!' His stamping lessened as it took too much out of him and he slowed down to a normal walk.
"That was stupid!" the blond found it his duty to point that out and got a blue eyed glare directed at him. The rest of the way they were surrounded by silence and when they reached the Prince of Wales' room Malfoy informed him once more that Tom told him to pack before casually walking away. With a huff Harry threw the door close behind him and stepped towards the bed where he let himself fall down on the rumpled sheets.
'What the hell was he doing?' his mind drifted back to the event in the cellar and frowned. 'That woman must have been the family member of Walburga, who works for the Ministry.' He twirled around and stared at the trunks behind the bed. 'He couldn't have been doing something illegal with a member of the Ministry present,' he reasoned while ignoring the flaring jealousy at the unspoken conversation. It hadn't gone unnoticed that Miss Black had actually succeeded in making the Dark Lord hold back. 'I don't like it,' he confessed to himself and quickly shook his head. 'Stop it, Harry. She doesn't mean a thing to him!' A sigh escaped him and he pushed himself upwards.
"I did interrupt his work," he mumbled, "while I should have been resting." His little walk clearly had taken it out on his body as it was hurting a little and his muscles were aching. "I should pack," he sighed and pulled out his wand. Not moving from his seat on the bed he stuffed all of his stuff in his trunk before starting to fill Tom's trunk. His wand was moving a book when the politician entered the room. Brown eyes met blue with a stern expression and the book ended up with a loud smack in the Dark Lord's trunk. "I'm sorry," the youngster mumbled apologizing and the look lost some of its fierceness.
"I was a little harsh," Tom admitted as he walked over to the bed. He sat down beside the brunet and entwined their fingers. The tangled hands rose and the Dark Lord kissed the back of the other's hand. Harry's eyes moved upwards from the hands to observe the other's expression. The politician had calmed down, but he still held that evil twinkle in his eyes.
"You liked it," the youngster said to the other's surprise. "You liked torturing that woman." The brunet pulled his hand free and looked down as he entwined his own fingers on his lap. He could feel those brown eyes examining him as Tom chose the right words to say.
"Yes," the Dark Lord had chosen to be honest and disappointment settled in Harry's chest. "I'm fascinated by the trade of torture and interrogation." A hand slipped in brown hair and manoeuvred the head to have the pair of eyes meet again. "I was with a qualified torturer of the Ministry. I wasn't doing anything illegal," brown eyes bore into blue.
"I know," the youngster had told himself the same.
"I'm not turning into Voldemort," Tom clearly stated and the brunet started to feel embarrassed.
"I'm overreacting, aren't I?" he glanced away and a pair of lips kissed his forehead.
"We're both at fault. I should have known you weren't going to nicely stay in bed." The embarrassment grew. "Your little stunt didn't tire you out, didn't it?" Harry glanced at the other with an apologizing look.
"A little," he confessed and Tom shook his head while releasing a sigh.
"Really, I should have known," he let go of the youngster's head and got up. "You crawl back in bed and I'll finish packing." The brunet did as he was told and moved to the headboard where he raised a pillow against the wood before flopping against it. From his seat he watched the other move around the room until all of their properties were stored inside the trunks. Tom indicated that he wanted to sit down beside the youngster but a knock on the door stopped him. A little annoyed the Dark Lord turned around and opened the door to reveal Orion.
"The prisoner is about to be transported," Black informed the politician, who nodded before turning his head to the teen on the bed.
"We'll be leaving right after," Tom told Harry and he pulled out his wand. The youngster slipped off the bed as the older teen shrunk their trunks.
"We could have the house-elves deliver it home for you?" Orion suggested and the politician gave him a polite smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"I prefer to handle my own luggage." Walburga's husband quickly nodded in understanding and went ahead. The Dark Lord handed the brunet his trunk, put his own in his pocket before wrapping an arm around Harry's waist. "If we need to slow down, tell me," he stated firmly and the youngster nodded. Tom pulled him out of the room and manoeuvred him after Orion. They stopped in the Great Hall where the brunet's eyes immediately zoomed in on Miss Black and the squib. The prisoner didn't show any physical signs of her abuse but her eyes were completely empty. Harry got the shivers from looking at her and glanced at the Dark Lord.
'What kind of legal things did they do to her?' he wondered and his eyes widened as he straightened himself to take in the small smile the politician was giving someone else. Swiftly his head turned around to see Miss Black giving a smile back and the green beast resurfaced. He grabbed hold of Tom's robe and heavily leaned against him.
"Is your body bothering you?" the older teen asked worried as his grip on the brunet's waist tightened. The youngster nodded. Technically he wasn't lying, his muscles were still complaining. "Let's get a move on!" the Dark Lord ordered and Miss Black nodded before walking towards the fire to contact her colleagues. Two Aurors appeared through the fire and surrounded the squib, who didn't give any sign she noted the two men. One of them brought a portkey in the open while the other picked up the unmoving woman's hand. Miss Black turned a last time to the others and her expression softened as she said goodbye to Walburga and Orion. Next she quickly moved through the others before stopping in front of Tom.
"I wish we could have met under better circumstances, my Lord," she smiled and Harry had the urge to punch her in the face. Those green eyes didn't lie. She liked him. And the youngster couldn't stand her for it.
"As do I, I'll be certain to follow up," the Dark Lord answered and the brunet frowned.
'They're going to meet again?!' Miss Black nodded before turning her eyes on Harry.
"I hope you'll quickly be feeling better," she smiled politely and the brunet hated himself.
'She's nice!' As he was telling himself off, Miss Black turned around and put her professional look up again.
"Let's go." She raised her hand and grabbed hold of the portkey. The Auror, who had carried the portkey, said the password and all four were gone.
"Come on," Tom whispered in the youngster's ear and moved the both of them to the newlywed couple.
"We'll be leaving," Tom addressed the Blacks. Walburga was quick to shower the Dark Lord with complements as Orion kept it at a short but thankful goodbye. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow," the older teen turned to Abraxas, who nodded at the both of them, to Tom as agreement and to Harry as farewell. Next the Dark Lord pushed the brunet to the fire. "You go first," he decided and the youngster grabbed some Floo powder before throwing it in the flames.
-THTH-
Harry knocked on the door that gave access to Tom's office and carefully opened it. The Dark Lord hadn't noticed his presence and continued furiously penning down his work. "Tom?" the youngster softly called out and confused the older teen looked up. His confusion only grew as he looked at the other.
"Why did you drop your disguise?"
'I want you to see me!' "Just wanted to feel like me," Harry answered and Tom pushed his chair backwards.
"Are you feeling all right?" the politician rose from his seat before walking over to the other, who was still standing in the doorway.
"I'm fine," the youngster batted the hand - rising to his forehead - away.
"Maybe you should think about dropping your disguise for a while?" the older teen suggested and got an odd look.
"Is that wise? I'd look more like a Potter."
"Then start only with the hair."
"Wouldn't the eyes be less notable?" Harry frowned as Tom grabbed hold of his hand.
"Start with the length first." A finger moved over the back of his hand. "After a couple of months drop the colour." The politician leaned forward, making the youngster expect a kiss but instead the Dark Lord's free hand slipped over his cheek to his hair locks. "Eye colour can come later." The hand moved the head sideways and caressed the cheek before pulling back. "Why don't we visit Diagon Alley? The fresh air will do us good and I need some new robes." Harry nodded his approval with a small smile before closing the distance between their lips.
"I'll get ready," the youngster said and pulled back releasing himself from the other's hold. He could feel the other's brown eyes follow him until he was out of sight.
-THTH-
Brown eyes eyed the youngster and the Dark Lord decided that a visit to Diagon Alley was a good idea. Harry seemed more chipper than before. Blue charmed eyes took in everything that the shops displayed in their windows. The brown eyes shifted to its owner's hand, which was playing with the short strings of hair resting against the youngster's neck. A smile played on the politician's lips at the thought of his boy listening to him as he eyed the short haircut.
"There's a new broom out," the youngster said while pointing to the vitrine of the Broomstal.
"You want one?" Tom questioned as he remembered his boy played Quidditch in the future. Blue eyes widened as they turned to look at the other.
"Definitely, the ones we have just aren't fast enough." The remembrance of the past Harry left behind made a sad smile appear on the older teen's face.
'The brooms in this time are slower than those in the future, that's a fact.' There was no way around that. "Then we should get one," he decided and got a teasing look directed his way.
"Only one, you won't be able to keep up with me." Tom rolled his eyes in played annoyance.
"Fine, we'll get two."
"Great!" the youngster cheered and stepped forward, forcing the politician to release his hold on the hair strings. Twirling around the brunet grabbed the hand mid-air before pulling the other with him. Leading the Dark Lord to the shop, Harry only released his hand when they stood inside, in front of the flying broomstick. Tom had to hold in his laugh when he noted his boy looking at the broom with the same dreamy eyes as the children around him. The little witches and wizards hadn't even noticed the adult in their midst, but the few parents who were present did and gave him odd looks. The Dark Lord studied the parents and one suddenly met his eyes. The witch's eyes enlarged, switched back to Harry to get a better look before moving back to the politician.
"It's the Dark Lord!" she whispered audible to her friend beside her and Tom already knew where this was going.
"The Dark Lord!"
"Tom Riddle!"
"And his boyfriend Marvolo Remus!"
"Marvolo Remus and Tom Riddle!" The news spread like wild fire. Some of the little ones started to note the change in their parents and looked around in confusion. A boy standing next to Harry stared at the youngster before shyly pulling at his sleeve. Tom watched the youngster look down and blink at the boy.
"Are you famous?" the boy asked with the honesty only a child could possess and every adult seemed to freeze. Stupefied, Harry blinked down before raising his hand.
"He is," he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder to the Dark Lord, who felt a smile appear on his lips. The boy's large eyes shifted to the politician as his mother came forward, stammering apologies.
"I'm sorry!" she squeaked and brunet was quick to comfort her.
"It's nothing. Don't be embarrassed," the youngster reassured her as Tom stepped closer. When he stopped beside the brunet the little boy looked up at him.
"So you're famous." The mother wanted the ground to swallow her whole by the look on her face while Harry tried his best not to laugh.
"I guess I am," the Dark Lord smirked at the boy before leaning down. "He is too," his voice sounded conspiring as he eyed the brunet. "He saved my life." A real smile appeared on his lips and the youngster blushed a little.
"Oh," the boy pulled his attention back, "saving a famous person makes you famous!" he sounded like he had won the lottery and his mother hid her face behind her hand.
"Dating one also helps," Harry mumbled only noticing he had spoken aloud when the boy gave him an icky face.
"Gross," another boy shuddered and the smallest children agreed. The older ones – especially the girls – and the parents eyed Tom and Harry with appreciation.
"Just wait until you're older," the brunet quickly intervened and the older children agreed.
"Are you going to buy the Silverbold?" a girl near Tom asked and looking down revealed the question was directed at him.
"Yes," the Dark Lord simply answered and the shop owner suddenly stood beside him.
"I can have one wrapped up in a minute," the man smiled hopeful and the politician could see stars in his boy's eyes.
"Please make that two," he agreed and the man quickly moved to his counter to disappear in a room behind it.
"We can test them out in the garden later," Harry grabbed the older teen's hand and pushed him out of the mass. The children kept staring at him in awe as the women – and some of the men – gave them dreamy looks while others were still just shaken by the presence of famous people. The patron had the two brooms packed and ready to go when they reached the counter.
"Doing some shopping," a voice said from beside him and the brunet smiled brightly when he turned his head.
"Septimus!" the youngster cheered before his eyes widened. Curious the Dark Lord turned his head and saw the Weasley together with his girlfriend, but they weren't who his boy was reacting too. It was he half giant behind them that got his attention. The half giant who was openly glaring at the politician.
'They were friends in the future, weren't they?' he wondered. The youngster's reaction was enough as answer. "Septimus, Sabine, Hagrid," he greeted monotone. The Weasley and his girlfriend gave him a calculated nod while Hagrid kept glaring
"Marvolo," Septimus smiled at the brunet while stepping sideways, "this is Hagrid, the new groundkeeper of Hogwarts." The glare finally disappeared to show a surprised expression.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hagrid," Harry practically jumped the half giant.
"Marvolo? Marvolo Remus?" Hagrid seemed completely stunned and the youngster nodded fiercely. "Dumbledore's Marvolo?" the half giant asked Septimus to be certain and Tom growled.
'He's MY Marvolo!' Harry gave the Dark Lord a look with a half-smile as Sabine chuckled.
"I've never been called Dumbledore's Marvolo before," he turned his attention back on the half giant.
"Oh, sorry," a short glare at the politician, "I didn't mean to offend."
"Of course not, you're the new groundkeeper? You're not scared of all the wild animals in the Forbidden Forest?" Hagrid cheered up.
"Not at all, they are just misunderstood. With a little love they can learn to trust anyone."
'There he is again with his animals,' Tom rolled his eyes. He really didn't like the half giant. He was so beneath his status.
"I'm certain you'll succeed," the youngster stated completely honest, throwing off the former Gryffindors.
"Thank you, it's great to have more support!" Hagrid cheered. "Certainly, if you need anything, let me know." Tom wanted to copy the mother of earlier and hid his face in his hand.
'He's coming on too strong.'
"You bought the new Silverbold?" the half giant asked politely with a small blush of all the complements he had gotten.
"Yes! We'll be testing them out once we get home!"
"I remember the Dark Lord isn't that fond of flying," Hagrid smiled icy and Tom glared at him.
"Twirling around in the air isn't my type of fun." Blue charmed eyes widened. "But with the right company it is another story," the politician was his charming self and got a small smile for his effort. The half giant mumbled something inaudible – which was definitely nothing good – but Tom ignored him.
"What brings you here?" Harry asked and Sabine shared a look with her boyfriend.
"Well-" Hagrid started but got interrupted by the female.
"Just doing some shopping," she smiled innocently, which the politician didn't buy for one minute.
'A job for Dumbledore,' was his conclusion.
"Oh, anything we can help you with?" the youngster politely suggested.
"We're fine," Septimus quickly assured him. "Until next time," he was just as quick to say goodbye and his girlfriend just as fast to follow. Hagrid gave Harry a fierce handshake before following his company, ignoring the Dark Lord completely.
"It was great to see Hagrid again," his boy stated and Tom kept it at a shrug. "Come on, we've got some brooms to try out!" the youngster suddenly smirked at him in excitement. He grabbed the packed brooms from the counter and Tom quickly shoved the required amount of galleons to the shop owner.
-THTH-
"Come on, Tom!" Harry called out from higher in the sky, but the Dark Lord shook his head.
"I've got work," he stated as he descended and the brunet pouted before an idea struck him.
'He can never leave a challenge alone!' he smirked as he rapidly flew to the other. The older teen had almost reached the ground when the youngster pulled out his wand. Crawling with both his feet on his broom, he casted a quick spell to make the ground underneath the politician as soft as a feather before jumping him. Tom felt his presence and turned around before he got pushed off his stick. Together they rolled over the ground and victorious Harry ended up on top.
"Like I'm letting you slip away so easily!" he smirked down at the Dark Lord, who gave him a daring look. Suddenly the urge to kiss the politician overwhelmed the brunet and swiftly he pressed their lips together. Tom let him take the lead, which was a clear turn on for him as his body started grinding their cocks together. His tongue found itself in the other's mouth twirling around until it had invaded every crook. His penis was quickly hardening and he craved skin to skin contact. Pulling back he quickly freed the other's length and licked his lips as it twitched meeting the warm air. He could feel brown eyes taking in every move he made and teasingly licked the tip of the politician's cock. The only time he had done this was when the Dark Lord had been drugged, so for the older teen this equalled to his first time. As Harry took more in his mouth, his ministrations were making it hard on the other by the sounds Tom was trying to suppress. The moment the youngster felt the other's balls tighten he withdraw. Tom let out a frustrating and desperate sound that made the brunet feel like a predator.
He straightened a little before undoing his own pants and letting his buttocks meet the open air. The older teen pushed his upper body upwards with his elbow as his eyes zoomed in on the youngster's cock. Harry quickly used his wand to prepare himself before aligning his hole with the other's length. Meeting the brown eyes, he could see the lust in them and couldn't hold back any longer. Slowly he descended, letting out a louder getting moan until the penis was completely sheeted inside of him. Taking a moment to enjoy the full feeling he just stared at the Dark Lord, who seemed to be at the end of his rope. Slowly he started moving and Tom grabbed hold of his hips to keep him at a steady pace.
"Tom," Harry panted when he wanted to increase the friction. As reaction the Dark Lord pushed in as deep as he could with a hard thrust, making the youngster moan in ecstasy. The brunet started hopping up and down on the other's lap until Tom suddenly filled him up with semen. Blue eyes widened and taking in the politician's face in pure bliss was what pulled Harry over the edge, hard. Panting he fell down on the other and got a goofy satisfied smile on his lips as he caught his breath.
"Let's go clean up," the Dark Lord whispered in his ear before crawling up with the youngster in his arms. "And afterwards I really need to get back to work," the politician gave him a teasing look, which the brunet answered with a content smirk.
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