Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry fastened his cloak slowly, watching himself in the mirror. If everything went as planned, this would be one of the last death eater meetings. The last clasp was done and he really looked at himself for the first time in several weeks.
Even compared to a few weeks ago he looked healthier. When he had first arrived, he was practically skin draped over some bones. Now he looked normal. Maybe not average as he was still much shorter than other people his age, but he had filled out quite nicely. It was still shocking to him to note that he had muscles on his body rather than bruises.
Smiling to himself, he smoothed the fabric of his sleeves and put on his mask before heading to the dining room. Just as he had planned, the room was empty except for Tom.
"You're here earlier than we planned. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything's fine. I'm sort of going to miss wearing these robes once this is all said and done." Tom's eyes flashed as Harry spun for added emphasis.
"And why would you miss wearing them?"
"Well there's this thing where if I do so much as the smallest thing in them you get all possessive of me. It's quite nice knowing all I have to do is exist in your robes to get you all hot and bothered." Harry smiled to himself when Tom closed the distance between them in a flurry of fabric before kissing him like the world was ending. As the kiss deepened, Tom's hands skimmed over Harry's back and came to rest on his bottom. Harry could practically taste Tom's moment of confusion.
"You're not wearing anything under these, are you?" Harry simply winked in response. "You naughty thing, you did that on purpose to tease me."
"Maybe. But then again, maybe I did it on purpose."
"And what purpose would that be?" Suddenly overcome with a wave of insecurity, Harry buried his face in Tom's chest. "Harry, you have to talk to me." Harry shook his head the tiniest amount. "Well that's fine, but you have to show me then. Will you let me see what it is that's got you so worked up?" Harry didn't even pause. He simply imagined sitting on Tom's lap for the meeting. Then his imagined self squirmed to try and get a better angle and the imaginary Tom groaned low in his ear as one of the followers prattled on about some ministry tripe.
It took him a moment to realize that he didn't imagine the groan twice. One of those groans belonged to the real Tom who was currently sporting a rather impressive erection.
"Is that what you'd like? I know we haven't done anything like that in some time, I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"I know. I've sort of a surprise for you, actually." Tom raised an eyebrow. "So I've been making things a lot recently with soul magic and I sort of got curious in the library and came across something rather interesting and sort of got carried away."
"And what sort of things were you making, my beautiful consort?" Tom brushed his lips over the crook in Harry's neck. He gasped and felt a surge of lust wash over him.
"Things to...mmm, that's nice." Tom had busied himself with stroking Harry's bum and lower back while he talked. It wasn't long before Tom had brushed against Harry's surprise for him.
"My little vixen, what have you been doing in your spare time, hmm?" Blushing, Harry gave him a cheeky smile.
"I didn't want you to turn me down today because of lack of preparation. So I've been doing it for you. That's what I've been making lately. I started out smaller though-" Tom's lips crashed into his, effectively cutting his words off.
"Please tell me I can see it before we sit down for this blasted meeting." He nodded and bent himself completely over the table with his arms outstretched as far as they would reach. He felt his robes being pulled up and over his bum, revealing the clear crystal buttplug with a deep emerald jewel peeking out between his cheeks.
Apparently looking wasn't the only thing Tom had in mind. It didn't take him long before he was gently easing the plug out of him and then moving it in and out of him ever so gently. Once Tom removed the plug completely, Harry felt a larger something press against him.
"Please Tom," Harry gasped, shuddering with the need to have Tom's member fill him.
"Only since you beg so prettily for me, my darling." With that, Tom managed to slide into Harry easily. He didn't pause until he was fully seated and somehow got the two of them situated in his chair before their followers started showing up for the meeting.
This was one of the largest meetings Harry had been to. More followers came than he was prepared for, but most of the important members-such as his father-were absent for this meeting. Armed with this knowledge, Harry gave Tom's member an experimental squeeze. Tom's hand tightened on Harry's thigh, but his facial expression didn't change.
If it was the last thing he did, Harry was going to get Tom to forget whatever nonsense these idiots were here to blather on about.
He started off slowly; shifting a leg just an inch from where it was, leaning over to sip on a glass of pumpkin juice, clenching every now and again to keep Tom's member interested. But it wasn't until the house elves sent food to the table that things got interesting for the two of them.
Just before Harry had gone to get dressed, he had managed to convince the house elves to allow him to make their plate of food separately from the others. While everyone else got fruits soaked in sugary water, Harry's and Tom's were soaked in sugary water laced with a mild aphrodisiac. He plopped two strawberry slices in his mouth and turned to feed Tom a slice.
A flicker of surprise glossed over Tom's eyes before he accepted the slice and nodding his approval. Harry knew that even though Tom rarely voiced it, he loved it when Harry did things like feeding him that to show how utterly Tom's he was.
Harry concluded that Tom must have been hungry because before he knew it the plate of fruits was gone and he was having a hard time keeping his groans to himself. At some point, Tom's hardness had found his prostate and was now resting on it. The even pressure drove him wild.
A particularly annoying woman dragged Harry from his blissful haze as she continued on and on about the ministry's workforce budgets. He shot daggers at her before clearing his throat to interrupt her.
"Say it's your choice then. You're the head of budgeting, aren't you? What are your ideas for solutions?" Her eyes widened.
"I-I guess I would start conducting investigations into the budgeting and going over receipts for what's been bought and why. Firing those who made too many mistakes or foolish purchases and promoting from within based on productivity. From there we can hire younger adults, fresh with ideas to see if we can budget for things differently within departments to see what really is and isn't needed so we can shift budgets accordingly."
"So do it." Purposefully wiggling around to find a comfortable spot on Tom's lap, he yawned. "Anyone else have any concerns about their departments?" Hands flew up from everyone that held ministry positions. "Alright look. I'm not going to sit here forever waiting on you all to figure your situations out and I guarantee that I have more patience than the one who claims me. So everyone with concerns about your department go home and write an essay. Dictate what the problems are and what possible solutions can rectify the situation. You can owl them here if you still aren't sure about the right course of action but please keep in mind that we won't be helping you nearly as much as you might be used to. If you can't handle the pressure, perhaps you better find someone else who can and start giving them pointers and responsibilities. We have lives, you know."
A short man with messy gray hair snickered under his breath.
"What is so funny?" Tom's voice was quietly deadly as he sat up straighter with an arm around Harry's waist. Harry shuddered and groaned quietly at the tone; it was smoother than anything he'd ever heard before and had just the right amount of rumble below it to hint at danger.
"N-nothing, My Lord. I didn't mean anything by it." The man looked terrified, and Harry stretched, purposefully moving his hips ever so slightly so that Tom's member slipped further into him.
"Thanks to Smithens, you all can leave. I'll call you when I wish to resume this meeting." The last one out the dining room hadn't even made it through the doorway before Tom lifted Harry up and let him fall back down on his cock. Harry, ignoring that several pairs of feet had turned around to rush back, whimpered with need. His arousal was made more acute by the hands that were playing with a nipple and wrapping around his throbbing member under his robes.
"Fuck, just there…" Somewhere in his mind, Harry was aware that the keening noises he was hearing were coming from him. He supposed he'd be embarrassed by it later, but right now it didn't matter so long as Tom managed to hit him right there as he bounced on the man's lap.
Do you even realize how utterly fuckable you look right now? Bouncing on my cock like that? How long did you think it would take me for me to realize you had spiked that fruit? Promiscuous little vixen, putting an aphrodisiac in our food. Is this better than your toys you've been making? I'm not sure you realize just how incredibly sexy you sound right now. Would you like to come?
"Please," Harry's voice was breathless with want and exertion. "Please Master, please let me come."
"Since you begged oh so nicely, you can come." The dark voice was back, making arousal pool in Harry's stomach just before he came on Tom's hand. Carefully, Tom extracted his hand from below Harry's robes. Harry saw Tom move to vanish the mess and grabbed Tom's wrist to pull his hand within licking distance so he could clean the hand with his mouth. He had only managed to suck Tom's thumb clean before he felt hot liquid flood his channel.
"I think you'll be dirty for quite awhile, my Harry." In quick succession, Tom slide out of Harry and quickly placed the plug back in to successfully trap any come from leaking out. "I'm not sure you really dosed the fruit accurately. I'm still quite aroused."
"No, that was on purpose. You've got about four hours left to enjoy a completely uninhibited vixen. I suggest you use it wisely." With that, Harry sauntered down the hall towards their rooms.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Quite. We've already started putting the plan into motion, we may as well plow forward." They entered the dining room to greet their inner circle.
"Welcome. I think, after all this time, that progress has been amazing within the ministry. And indeed, the whole of the Wizarding World." The group cheered. "And with that, my friends, I'm afraid that I'm sorry to say that I'm planning on taking a step back from my current line of work. I believe retirement is in order for me. But do not forget how easily one can slip into the slide of greed and power. We do this for the people, not for ourselves."
"My Lord, if I may?" Tom nodded, indicating that Lucius could continue. "Are you still going to keep in touch? Many of us are capable of keeping our departments and allies in line, although there may be times when we require guidance. Will you be available for those rare occurrences?"
"No, I'll be leaving permanently. I have done many nasty things in this world and I believe it is time I set the balances of life to rights once more." The entire room gasped at the implied meaning.
"M-My Lord, no! Please, what will we do without you?" Bellatrix's voice rose to a shriek with panic.
Harry stood from his chair and made his way to the wild-haired woman. Her eyes never left his movements, although it was clear that she was suddenly unsure.
"Bella dear?"
She gulped at the nicknames. "Y-yes, My Lord?" Harry smiled when she bowed her head and lifted her chin up.
"Do not fear for him. He and I have had lengthy discussions about this decision. He is sure. If I can let him go, certainly you can as well. If it is someone who can dominate you that you crave, I'm sure there are many places you can go to find reprieve. I've heard that America in particular caters to your lifestyle quite widely." The terror left her eyes until they were just filled with hope and uncertainty.
"But...My Lord…"
"I know you have tried to find others. I also know they failed you. Think about where you are. Wizarding Britain is a bit stuffy, if you know what I mean. Trust me when I say that Wizarding America is insane should you wish it to be." She nodded and sat back against her chair once more.
"Maybe...it might be nice to visit other places." Her voice had softened considerably and she seemed much less insane in that moment. He hoped she found someone who could give her what she clearly needed.
"My Lord, forgive me for speaking out of turn. Surely you have thought about the consequences of simply disappearing. You've done that once before, albeit unwillingly, and the world saw you return. They will let fear guide them in their decisions and will ultimately undo all the progress we have worked so hard for."
"You are right. That is why my lovely consort and I have devised a plan."