V. The Claim
Lucius tried to pretend that didn't immediately make his cock hard.
"What does that mean?"
"You look nice in my uniform. But I still prefer you without."
Lucius' clothing disappeared. He shivered and blushed.
"My lord! Are they going to…" He glanced at the double doors.
"They're busy. And even if they were all here, you'd let me do whatever I want, would you not?"
Riddle pushed his hand up Lucius' bare thigh, and Lucius found it hard to disagree. He began to stroke Lucius' cock, his grip firm and fingers deft. Lucius gasped, leaning back into Riddle's chest, bucking into his grip, and turned his head to kiss him. Riddle's thumb swept round the head of Lucius' cock, spreading the precome and rubbing the little slit. Lucius whimpered against Riddle's mouth.
"My lord, my lord…"
"So sweet."
Riddle's hand sped up. Moaning and thrusting, Lucius let his eyes fall shut for a moment before he opened them, thirstily taking in Riddle's good looks. Riddle's pupils were dialated and his lips were wet.
"I think I'm going to come," Lucius gasped.
Riddle's hand slowed. "Not until I say so. My choice, Lucius. Always."
"Uhh…" Lucius bit his lip, thrusting wildly. "Yes, my lord. Yours. Please...haven't I been good…? Please say, please, oh, let me come!"
Riddle skillfully brought him to the edge and down again several times, until Lucius had forgotten anything but how much he needed release, rutting against Riddle's palm, babbling, "Please, please, please, please please!"
"Come."
Strings of white liquid shot up from Lucius' cock, coating his stomach. Lucius groaned loudly, light with pleasure, shaking with the force of it. He clutched at Riddle's robes, grinding back into Riddle's hard cock.
"Salazar fucking Slytherin," Lucius whimpered as the pleasure ebbed, sniffling.
"You cry an awful lot," said Riddle, amused.
"Might be because you take such pleasure in torturing me."
"I have no qualms in making you cry some more." Riddle shifted Lucius' weight on his lap so his cock pressed into his crack. "It does please me so."
Lucius shuddered. "Master…"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing," Lucius looked at Riddle wide-eyed, wondering what was wrong with himself, and found a distinctly predatory look on Riddle's face.
"Say it again."
"Um. Master."
"Louder."
"Master!" Lucius flushed in humiliation.
Riddle took his chin and made him look up.
"I like that very much, Lucius. Maybe you should call me that all the time."
"In school?"
"As often as you can. It would please me."
Lucius gulped. "Yes, Master."
Riddle picked Lucius up and stood up, pressing him against the nearest pillar. Pinned with his toes dangling several inches off the ground, Lucius wrapped his legs around Riddle's waist. Riddle pressed two lubricated fingers against his anus, a frown on his face.
"Beg me."
"Master," Lucius moaned at once. "Please, master. Stretch me open for you...mhh!"
Riddle thrust his fingers in and out of Lucius' arse with a filthy, wet sound. Lucius whimpered loudly and yelped when Riddle brushed his prostate.
"Master, master, fuck me, now, please!"
Riddle did not torture him this time. He pulled off his robes in a swift motion and sank his thick cock deep into Lucius' arse. It burned so blissfully. Lucius had never thought he could love pain so much. He tugged at his pinned hands, wanting desperately to touch, as Riddle began to pump into him.
"I want to touch you. Let me, master, please?"
Riddle backhanded him across the cheek. "You're forgetting yourself, boy."
Lucius sobbed, dejected. Riddle lifted Lucius' knees and pushed them back for a deeper angle, changing to an even more brutal pace. Lucius was so sore and raw, pinned down, crying harder than ever as Riddle had his use of him.
As Riddle came, he bit down on Lucius' collarbone. Lucius yelped, clenching down on Riddle's cock. Riddle slowed down as his spunk coated Lucius' insides, thrusting measuredly until he finally let Lucius' legs fall. Panting, he stepped back and waved a Cleaning Charm over himself, and paused, head tilted, as if to admire his handiwork.
Lucius hung from the thick pillar, arms pulled over his head, stuck half way down with whatever charm Riddle kept using to stick him to things. His cheeks were wet with tears, his torso marred with several scars that Riddle had given him in their earlier duel, a sheen of sweat covering his skin, come slowly trickling down his thighs.
Sharp, slow claps suddenly sounded. Lucius jerked his head up, horrified, and found Rosier leaning against the double doors beyond the opposite pillar.
"So unhealthy," he drawled.
Riddle turned around, his tone deadly. "Not now."
Rosier wisely let the door slam shut at once.
"How long was he...? Oh, fuck," Lucius groaned.
"Look at me."
Lucius did so. Riddle looked more dangerous than he had ever seen, as if revitalized by his brutal domination of Lucius just minutes ago. His dark eyes flashed as he reached out a finger to trace the line of Lucius' jaw.
"I hope you understand I own you now."
Lucius' breath caught.
"No one is to touch you. You're mine to use. Mine to hurt. Mine, also, to protect and guide. If this is what you wanted when you knelt in front of me, you have it now. But understand that you can never say no to me."
The intense pressure of Riddle's words made Lucius shake.
"Say it." Riddle's fingers dropped lower to close around Lucius' throat.
"Yes, master. I understand. You own me." Tears spilled down Lucius' cheeks again.
"Good boy."
Riddle released him from the pillar. With a wave of his wand, he had cleaned Lucius up and dressed him again in the Knight uniform. He brushed away with his thumb the tears that still clung to Lucius' lashes, and carded his fingers through Lucius' hair.
"You asked earlier what projects my Knights were working on. There are different things. I give them tasks, according to their talents, that will be useful to our goal. You can help Rosier with what he's doing at the moment."
"Rosier?" Lucius winced.
Riddle laughed. "Rosier has been rather irksome lately, hm? I will make him regret it soon enough, my little Lucius."
Lucius nodded doubtfully. Rosier seemed to be allowed to get away with all sorts of things that if Lucius did, would probably get him crucioed, or fucked, or both.
"Come." Riddle led him through the double doors where Rosier was working.
Rosier's room was a beautiful study. Shelves of books lined the wall, sunlight poured through large windows and Rosier sat in a high-backed chair with books and parchments spread out around him on a large desk, which, at a glance, was filled with runes and arithmancy equations.
"My lord," said Rosier, nodding at them. "I do apologise for interrupting. I wanted you to see this."
Rosier floated a roll of parchment to Riddle as he and Lucius walked towards the desk. Riddle unrolled it, holding it lower so Lucius could see. The parchment was filled with roughly sketched shapes, with runes jotted at different points.
"I have narrowed down five possible shapes the Mark could take. We need to inlay these seven runes at the power points, if it is to hold the properties you want it to, so it cannot be too simple. It is best if we use a symbol of strong magical properties, an animal perhaps. I can't make it much further with my calculations until you decide."
Lucius looked at the shapes on the parchment. There was a long, thin hexagon, a circle, a heptagon, a six-point star and a cresent.
"A serpent," said Riddle. "Only fitting for the Heir of Slytherin."
"What is this for?" Lucius asked.
Rosier answered. "It's a Mark I'm creating, something to bind us together, our lord and us. It will be able to give a signal when one of us invokes it so all the others can be notified, and allow any one of us to apparate to each others' sides even from outside an Anti-apparation barrier. Of course, it will also be a mark of our faith, perhaps something that we will become known by when we have made a name for ourselves."
"I see," said Lucius. For such strong properties it is best to use the most stable structure, which would be the circle."
"Yes," said Rosier. "A crest, perhaps?"
"How about an ouroboros?" Lucius looked to Riddle for approval. "One of the most powerful snake symbols, of life and death and infinity."
Riddle raised an eyebrow, thinking. He nodded thoughtfully and raised his wand. With silver light he drew an intricate snake with gleaming scales that flipped round in a perfect curve and fed its tail into its mouth, spinning slowly.
"Beautiful," said Rosier.
"It is quite elegant," said Riddle. He reached for Lucius' right hand, and guided the snake to spin around Lucius' wrist. "Small. Easy to dismiss if it needed to be hidden, but unmistakable to recognise. I shall put it around your wand hands. Unable to be removed, unless you wanted to give up your hand with it."
Riddle let go of Lucius' hand, and the little snake disappeared.
"Excellent, my lord," said Rosier. "If you are sure of it, I will continue with the calculations in this shape. If it goes well, you will be able to Mark us this time next week."
"I look forward to it," replied Riddle. "Give little Malfoy some work to do."
"Certainly," said Rosier with a shark-like grin.
Riddle petted Lucius on the head as he left. Lucius felt unmistakably awkward as he was left alone with Rosier, and wondered when Riddle had become a comforting presence. Riddle was turning him into a dog. Suddenly quite ashamed of himself, he looked down at the mess of parchment on the table.
"I should look at your calculations so far if I am to be any help with the next ones. Where does this mess begin? I hope you didn't make any mistakes."
Rosier picked out a random sequence of parchments from the pile.
"This is the summarised version. Have a seat."
Lucius glanced around, and found that a seat had appeared for him.
"What is this place?" He asked, perplexed. "Is this whole place conjured? Why is this in Hogwarts?"
Rosier laughed. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Frowning, Lucius sat down and rolled out the parchment.
"How about you tell me what's going on with you and our lord, and I'll let you in on the secret of this place?"
"It's that good, is it, the secret?" Lucius said flatly, not looking up from the parchment.
"He treats you strangely," Rosier observed.
"Yes, yes I have noticed that," said Lucius airily. "I don't believe he concluded any of your trials with rough sex."
"No," Rosier said with suppressed laughter. "Nor does he look at us like he wants to devour us one moment and destroy us the next."
Lucius glanced at him briefly.
"I think that's just his bedroom preference."
"Or throne room. Or common room."
"You can't just pretend that didn't happen, I see."
"I'm not just interrogating you for the fun of it, Malfoy, though I admit, I'm far too amused. You see, I've never seen this side of Riddle before."
"The sadism? You are surprised that a man who puts you under the Cruciatus Curse as a trial enjoys torture?"
"Not just that."
"What? Do you think he has feelings for me?"
"Yes, Malfoy. They may not be lovely fluffy feelings, but I have known Riddle seven years and he has never shown such strong emotion as he does with you. I had been certain he couldn't feel any."
Lucius was just a little too late hiding the expression on his face, and Rosier brought his palms down on the desk with a bang.
"Now why does that make you happy?" He drawled.
Lucius glared at him. "Right. Strong emotion. Still none of your business."
Rosier tilted his head and smirked. "My, my. I can see Riddle's point, you're much sweeter when you're all tied up. 'Oh, please, master…'"
"Fuck you!"
"Well that's something none of us would enjoy. Put your humiliated non-existent pride away for a moment, Malfoy. You're on this boat now, you should be just as concerned if the captain is unstable."
"You think I make him unstable."
"I think he's never snapped at me before he had his dick up your arse."
"I think you must be a fucking virgin if you expect a wizard to be calm and breezy when you interrupt him fucking."
"That's the point. Tom Riddle is not normal. He shouldn't have normal reactions. This is a wizard who could calmly have a conversation about the weather while slicing a living wizard to pieces. Dark Arts and power are both incredibly corrupting influences, yet he has shown himself to be completely unaffected. If that is subject to change, all of us, when we take this Mark that binds us to his service, takes a terribly big gamble."
"I see your point," said Lucius after a pause. "What do you want me to say?"
"Is it just you? Do you, Lucius Malfoy, have some elusive quality that our lord gets a kick out of? I can handle serving a lord who is sadistic, ruthless, and unnecessarily possessive of his pretty little consort. I can't handle yet another deranged Dark Lord."
Lucius put down the parchment, tapping his fingers on the desk.
"I see no sign that he is deranged. He's just very, very dominating. I daresay that's an asset to a Dark Lord. He hasn't done anything to me that I strongly rejected since he deemed me good enough to be worth his attention. That bodes well, I'd say, for how he treats his followers. But...I guess we'll see. You've known him seven years, and I couldn't even tell he treats me any differently."
"Interesting," said Rosier. "Maybe we should build a reject mechanism into the Mark."
"I just joined today and you're already tempting me to treason?"
"Joking, Malfoy. As if I could slip anything past him. I believe in him completely. But it's a dangerous path we tred, and it is my duty to be aware of any danger, even from our lord. We shall see."
"We shall see," Lucius repeated faintly, picking up his parchment again.
His head was spinning, his body aching, there were so many questions he had not yet answered, and a dangerous master to serve. It was his first day as a Knight of Walpurgis, and Lucius would have it no other way.
