Chapter 13

Harry didn't know what was going on. He still felt as though he were swimming underwater, or maybe drowning. Harry wasn't quite sure. He blinked again. Harry's husband had led him to the front of the main meeting room. The hall was littered with Death Eaters, all of them looking up expectantly at the Dark Lord and his husband. Harry could only look back at them in confusion.

"It seems, that once more, my orders have been, disregarded." The Dark Lord sounded rather jovial as he spoke. However, his eyes were red and the smile on his face was extremely sinister.

"Maybe even considered" the Dark Lord paused "unimportant." His eyes flashed red.

The entire room was tense. Harry felt as though he could hear each and every breath that was taken; which, at that current moment, was none. Even Harry was frozen in place. What was the man talking about? What did it have to do with him?

The doors to the hall banged open. Pushed in front of the familiar figures of Severus and Lucius were a group of five people. The five of them had their hands bound behind their backs; rough chaffing rope. How muggle. Their eyes were covered and they stumbled with each step. Well, four of them stumbled.

One of the five was being levitated; he seemed unable to move by himself. His entire body was caked in blood and there was dried saliva caked around his mouth. Spasms ran through his body intermittently and Harry was sure that behind the silencing spells he was obviously under, his screams were rough and rattling. Under the cloth that covered his eyes, Harry could still see who it was in such a condition; Jugson.

Harry's eyes widened. All that for a mistimed entry into a room which did not have a locked door? Harry would have to watch himself. The broken state of the boy that had now been placed on the floor was both fascinating and terrifying. Harry blinked. His mind realising that he should be paying attention.

Harry looked to the other boys. They were recognisable as well. Barty Crouch Jr had been forced into a kneeling position; Lucius' hand at the back of his neck. The man looked disgusted at the contact, even through the leather glove that covered his hand. Travis Goyle was on his side. It seemed that Severus, after dropping Jugson to the floor, had kicked the young death eater into his current position. A small dribble of blood trickled down the side of his face. Igor Karkaroff seemed to have positioned himself in the same position as Goyle of his own accord. The man was certainly more cowardly than most.

The final member of the bound men was none other than Regulus Black. Severus had his hand tightly gripped in Regulus' hair. Harry watched as his brother's neck was displayed before the room. His knees were forced to the floor with an echoing thud. Harry wouldn't be surprised if something had been broken in that fall. Severus never let go of Regulus' hair. Harry couldn't think clearly. He really wasn't sure what he was feeling about the rather unexpected situation. He wasn't sure he wanted to admit that he felt a sick kind of pleasure in seeing his brother utterly helpless.

"These fine examples of young men," Voldemort sneered at the five men. They couldn't hear him. He didn't want them to. They had already sealed their fate. "decided, in their age-old wisdom, that they would try and take something that was not their's." Voldemort's words may have suggested that of a storyteller, however, his tone was now much darker. There was danger in his purred words.

"That they would try to force their way upon someone who was not their's to claim. They tried to take something that was not theirs. Something that belongs to me!" the Dark Lord was no longer playing. He was growling at his Death Eaters. Daring even one of them to step out of line. He would be overjoyed at such an opportunity.

"I thought that I had made it clear. I thought that there was some semblance of intelligence within my ranks. I must have misjudged." Every eye was on the floor. Everyone but Harry's; his eyes were fixed to the figure in front of him. Glued to his husband.

"Hercules Licorus Black is, by law and by, more importantly, my command, under my protection." Tom paused and Harry could see as every line of his body tensed. His shoulders were tight and the words were clear.

"He. Is. Mine" The silence that followed was long and tense. Harry was sure that even under the silencing charms that the five young men could feel the oppressive atmosphere. No-one moved.

"Now, these five members of our organisation have betrayed my orders. They have committed a sin that I deem, unforgivable. They have tried to take what was mine. They coveted my husband and regarded the correct cause of action to be to take him."

It was then, that with a wave of his hand, the spells on the bound men were cancelled. Gurgled screams that sounded as though they had become second nature were issued from Jugson's lungs on repeat. Harry was sure that there was very little left holding the boy's sanity together.

"That's enough of that." Green light flashed across the room and before anyone could even blink, Jugson lay dead on the floor. Harry's mouth dropped open. What. The. Fuck. The man was dead. He was dead. Harry had just seen someone die. For the first time in his life he was seeing a dead body. He had just seen a man die. Harry was only feeling shock.

"Who's next?" Tom grinned wickedly. He pointed his wand at Goyle and soon the boy was a writhing mess, screaming as brokenly as Jugson had, only moments ago. Blood dripped from under the blindfold. Harry was sure that the young man would never see again; the blindfold now a permanent fixture. Harry was still in far too much shock to really care. Or maybe he just didn't care at all. Tom seemed satisfied with the pained whimpers that were being issued from the now blind Goyle.

Harry could only watch Karkaroff's left leg was twisted by the wandless hand of his husband. The bones cracked and blood spurted, spreading across the floor. His leg looked a piece of raw meat that had been chewed to pieces; pieces of bone and gristle throughout it. Karkaroff sounded like he was being ripped apart with the sounds that came out of his mouth. That was close to the truth.

Crouch was next. From its holster, the wand slipped into Tom's hand. It seemed that this spell would be a little more creative.

"volucris comede"

A swarm of insects flew from the tip of the white wood. They bit at Crouch, covering every inch of his body. The man thrashed, his screams muffled as it seemed that some of the insects flew into his mouth. He writhed around, attempting to free himself from the insects as they began to eat the skin from his body. Drops of blood remained unseen as they blossomed from every part of skin. The insects crawled under his clothes, coating every inch.

The Dark Lord let the spell run for several minutes, watching with satisfaction as the young man screamed in agony. He finally ended the spell. Karkaroff was left hairless and covered in blood. What was left of his skin was raw and red, he looked like a boiled lobster.

Harry had been in a daze. He was watching the man that he felt, well he didn't know what, but he was watching him torture those that had ridiculed him and abused him, some of them for years. It was all rather surreal. That was until the wand was pointed at his brother.

Harry didn't know what he was thinking. Harry's legs seemed to move without any thought for the consequences of his actions. He took the two steps that he was from his husband with quick feet. His hands reached out and soon both of them were looped around his husband's arm; wrapped around the tense muscle. The red eyes looked down at him. Harry couldn't face them.

"To-" Harry paused. His hands dropped. He had the room's attention.

"My Lord" Harry's head was bowed. He wanted to curl up and die. He felt so small, so useless. There was no way that the man was going to listen to him. He was a Dark Lord. Harry fell to his knees. His fists were clenched his shoulders tense and his chin against his chest. His voice was a whisper.

"My Lord please." Harry didn't know what else to say. He couldn't express what it was that he was feeling. Couldn't explain it.

"Out" the Dark Lord whispered. Nobody moved.

"Get out!" he barked. The effect was immediate. There was a minute of chaos as everyone scrambled to get out. Harry didn't look up. He couldn't look up. He waited till there was silence, then he waited some more.

There was the sound of rustling cloth. A hand took Harry's chin. Harry's head was forced up. He looked into brown eyes that were level with his.

"I told you to call me Tom"

Before he knew it, Tom's lips were on his; insistent, demanding. Harry's eyes fluttered shut. He let the tongue into his mouth, his heart hammering fast. He was being taken over. Hands grasped at his waist, running up his sides with gentle strokes. He was pulled closer to the hard muscled body of his husband.

'Tom," Harry panted as he pulled away. "Not here"

Tom raised a brow. His husband pulling away was to be expected, the words he had spoken afterwards, were not. Without a word Tom stood, pulling Harry up with him. A pop and they were in their bedroom.

It had been too long. Tom pushed Harry onto the bed. This boy here had watched him torture four men, not having said a word. He had waited in silence, only stepping in to defend his family. Tom supposed that family may be important to some people. The boy had literally fallen to his knees before him. He had begged. It had been beautiful. The boy was beautiful. He wanted him and he wanted him now.

Tom's mouth was on Harry's in a second. His hands were pulling at his clothing, literally ripping the fabric away from his young husband's skin. Harry was leaning into the touches. His own hands were running across Tom's back. He was gently pulling at the material. It was a request, unlike the demands of Tom's actions. Tom responded.

Tom took his hands from Harry and quickly pulled off his own robes. Buttons popped across the room and ripped material was quickly thrown to the floor. Their chests were bare and Tom pulled Harry closer to him. His kisses were desperate. They were claiming.

Harry's eyes closed. He didn't really know what was happening. Didn't know how to stop it. Didn't think he wanted to. The man was his husband. The man was a Dark Lord. The man had tortured for him, killed for him. Harry wasn't sure what he was feeling. He just let his husband take over.

Harry was pushed down onto the bed and the lips left his. Harry could feel his heart hammering in his chest as his breaths came quickly. However, Tom's lips were not idle. Lips sealed themselves against Harry's neck, a tongue tasted the salted skin. Tom's hands also moved. One ran up Harry's chest. Harry felt the fingers run across his nipples. He let out a small gasp as the other hand moved elsewhere.

A hand had found its way beneath his waistband. However, as the hand pushed lower Harry's mind froze. Was this something that he wanted? He'd never had sex before. That didn't mean that he hadn't thought about it. This was not really what he had pictured. Harry blinked and blinked again. Was he really about to let this happen? He didn't…

"Stop thinking" Tom whispered as he drew away from Harry's neck. His hands pushed further under Harry's waistband. "Let me do it." Harry gave as small nod. His pants were pushed down.

Harry only had a second for his mind to tell him that he was naked in front of the Dark Lord, that he was fucking naked, that…

"I said, stop thinking."

A hand wrapped around Harry's dick, he gasped. A mouth took full advantage of the opening as a tongue was soon in Harry's mouth. He gasped again as the hand began to move, faster and faster. Harry was rather inexperienced in Sexual exploration. It showed, as within minutes he was spurting all over his husband's hand.

Harry wanted to die. This was so embarrassing. The man hadn't even…

"Don't" Tom commanded. He could see the look in Harry's eyes. See what he was doing, thinking. He knew what would happen if he let the boy think for too long.

"No more thinking"

Tom bit at Harry's ear, running his tongue along his neck and then down his chest. Harry felt the hot mouth run along him. His heart was still hammering in his chest.

Whispers were said as the mouth lifted from his skin. Harry could feel the words against his skin. He soon felt a wet finger pressing against him. Against a place that had never been entered before.

"What…" Harry tried to sit up. The second hand forced him down.

"Just let it happen. You'll enjoy it." Tom bit his ear. " I promise…just"

The finger moved and brushed against something inside him. Harry couldn't stop the moan that was ripped from his mouth. Just the feel of that finger was enough, Harry began to get hard again.

"That…what…" Harry couldn't speak.

"That's your prostate" Another finger entered Harry. There was a burn.

"If I-" Harry moaned, the burn seemed to disappear.

"Touch it-" Harry was panting. He needed something. He didn't know what.

"Like that-" Harry's heart was hammering.

"You'll never-" Harry moaned. A third finger was added.

"Want me-" It burned, but it felt good. Harry wanted more.

"To stop." Harry was thrusting himself against the fingers that were inside him. It felt so good. Every shift, every movement of them, ran over a gland that he hadn't know existed mere minutes before.

A few more whispered words were hot against the skin of his stomach.

The fingers were removed and Harry's dazed mind missed the full feeling.

"Tom-" It wasn't begging. He told himself it wasn't begging.

"Stop thinking Harry"

Hands grasped his hips, Harry could feel the tight fingers. Something was soon pushing at his entrance. Harry knew exactly what it was.

"Relax" Tom ordered. His hand, once again, found its way around Harry's cock. Tom slowly pushed his way into his husband, as he gently pumped his husband's cock.

Harry's head was thrown back of its own accord. Little whimpers and moans slipped past his lips as Tom took control of his body.

The gentle whispers continued. Harry's hands gripped tightly on his husband's shoulders. He could feel Tom's own rapid breathing. It was nearly in time with his own.

"Tom" Harry whimpered. The man was now fully seated within him. There was a burning stretch as the slow, but steady movement stopped. Tom ran a tongue along Harry's nipple. Harry shuddered at the sensation.

"Relax" Tom whispered.

Tom's lips quickly moved to Harry's own. He thrust his tongue into his young husband's mouth and with it he began to thrust his hips.

Harry's hands tightened on Tom's shoulders, they needed purchase, he needed an anchor. They moved to his back. His nails dug in.

The thrusts, slow at first, became faster. The kiss became messy; tongues and teeth clashing against each other. The hand on Harry's cock pumped faster. Harry felt so full, he felt like he was about to burst.

His breath came faster and faster, his heart hammering nearly out of his chest. He moaned and without meaning to his vision exploded. His eyes rolled back behind closed eyelids, a guttural moan, low in his throat accompanied the tightening of his hands. His nails dug into the soft flesh of Tom's back, they dug into Tom's scars. It felt wonderful.

Harry continued to pant harshly as Tom thrust several more times into his body. He felt utterly relaxed, just as Tom had told him. Harry could hear Tom's breathing speed up, feel the warm air as it puffed against his neck.

Tom bit down into the white skin. Harry gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure. His insides were soon coated in Tom's seed. The man's hands remained tight on his hips as he shuddered through his orgasm.

The man collapsed against Harry's chest. His head was over Harry's heart. His hands became limp and his body became pliant. He remained inside of Harry.

"Sleep Harry"

Harry hadn't noticed how tired he was until that moment. Blinking, Harry thought he might as well take a risk. He set his hands on Tom's head. Entwined his fingers through the hair.

Tom, still with his head in the same position, ran his teeth gently along the pink nipple.

"Sleep"

Harry closed his eyes. He was asleep within minutes.