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Chapter

Harry had always had the need for physical gratification. He blamed his upbringing. He was starved for touch and attention. When he finally broke free of the oppressive grasp he had lived under since infancy, he found his options limitless. He had discovered that, once he had that touch he had yearned for for so long the first time, he couldn't seem to resist wanting more. He craved it. And it seemed that every person he was with satisfied something inside him. If they didn't he did get with them. Fenrir, the man who was even then panting wildly above him, satisfied his more feral needs. Lucius, called to his more sophisticated side, and Tom…well, he loved to tease Tom. He hadn't fallen to the Dark Lord's plotting to bed him yet but he knew he would. He wanted to make him wait though. If Tom waited, then he would want him even more and it wouldn't be as likely that he would ditch him after only a few nights as he did his previous lovers. He wanted him to actually want him, not just lust after him. He wanted to enjoy touching Tom. He heard Fenrir give a roar above him and immersed himself once more in the pleasure he was being given and giving in return.

Tom hissed, anger building as Harry waltzed into his study, all sexed up and looking like he'd just rolled from someone's bed. He looked bloody delicious. The teen just gave a shrug and carelessly plopped down into the armchair.

" I see no fire, Tom. What's the rush? What's so important that you had to call me from my...free time?"

Harry pouted to underline his meaning. However, it only served to make Tom's own rage boil. In a second, he was up from his own chair and his pale fingers were encircling the teen's throat. He was furious. And very very jealous. Harry would let everyone else but him, who wanted him more than any of those other people, have him. Why?! Did he just enjoy seeing him angry?

"And who's bed were you gracing this time, my pet? Who were you letting have their way THIS TIME?!" He yelled, squeezing the small neck until he knew that there would be bruises.

Something dark and feral flamed to life inside those emerald eyes and it made something coil tight in the Dark Lord's stomach. He shook the boy hard, his grasp on his neck still tight.

"WHO WAS IT?!"

Harry's eyes were filled with rage, yes, but also a dark amusement.

"Fenrir." He choked out.

The man's face contorted in fury and disgust. He could feel the air around him heat at the anger Harry's "protection" was exuding. No doubt the teenager was holding back from using it. He released Harry as if he were something slimy that would taint him at any moment. His expression just made the 

puppetmaster's sneer deepen. Tom's crimson eyes leveled with his own and suddenly he was drowning in the emerald depths.

"You ARE mine, Harry Potter. Whether you will face the fact or not." He hissed, watching him touch his neck gently.

The marks were already beginning to show. He nearly winced. They looked like they hurt. Tom knew that he should have never laid hands on the teen but he was just so frustrating!! Couldn't he just sit still for a moment?! However, the look on Harry's face was like a blow to the face. He had never seen such an expression on the boy's countenance. It was one of utter rage and, worse, disappointment. Harry's rage he could handle. He had handled it many times before. It was his disappointment that left Tom staring as his would be lover turned full and stormed from the room.

Severus was a man of few needs and few wants. He was a content person. He was perfectly at peace sitting in his lab day and night. However, he had noticed that Harry Potter was not at peace. His young nymphomaniac was troubled although he would not let anyone see it. Severus yearned to know what unsettled the teen so deeply. He seemed restless. As if were continuously searching for something, even though he didn't realize it and didn't know what it was. He had been pondering this train of thought for some time when his door burst open suddenly. Tom stood in it looking angry but flustered.

"Severus! You found him earlier. Where is Harry?" He asked quickly, distressed.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Harry! He's gone off and left again. Where was he earlier? I need you to find him!"

He sighed, setting his ladle down. Tom and Harry must have argued again. Something horrible too judging by his Lord's distress. Harry rarely ran out. Especially on Tom.

"Very well. I'll look for him."

It was turning out to a long night.

"Harry?" He called out, brushing away the dripping foliage.

Severus had decided to try looking in the ruins where he had found Harry earlier. Unfortunately, it had been pelting rain for some time now, thick fat drops that stung his unprotected face. He sincerely hoped Harry hadn't been out in this mess. He finally broke free of the vines and weeds to see Harry sitting still on his log, facing the opposite way.

"Harry!"



He was just about to step over the threshold when one of the boy's puppets stepped into view, barring his way with a spear of some sort. He glared it down but it didn't budge. Instead, he heard a breathy, crazed voice come from it.

'Hey Boss! Should we let the bat come through?'

He heard a woman's voice cackle.

'Oh yes! Let's play with him!'

"No! Severus is not for playing with. Let him through."

The puppet stepped back and the voices went to chittering amongst themselves once more. Harry turned to him as he approached. The eyes were dark again. It seemed this was the only place that Harry could let that half of him come out. The deep feeling, emotional side. Severus nearly asked what happened when his eyes were drawn to the shock of black and purple at the boy's neck. He didn't need to ask. He could already guess.

"Tom?" He whispered, only getting a nod in return.

He took the boy's hand gently, and pulled him up from his seat.

"Why was he mad?"

"Because I let Fenrir have his wicked, dirty way with me."

At this statement he earned a small smile from Harry at last. Severus rolled his eyes.

"You just experience life in a different way. He's a jealous man. He doesn't like to share." The potion's master said off handedly, half imagining himself, pressing Harry into the dirt, pushing into him ad far as he could go…

He shrugged off the visual quickly, eyeing the puppet that followed them.

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