Chapter 5

Tom's cat like eyes stung, brimming with tears for the first time, as he held the unmarked lifeless body of his love. He held the body close to him, letting the tears fall from his eyes. My god, he screamed at a god he hated, What have I done? He knew what he did, he knew it, and he hated it, he held the body and he sobbed, the Dark Lord, Tom Marvollo Riddle cried as he never had before, his dead slave, his lifeless love in his arms.

"I'm sorry Fred." Harry apologized quietly.

"You should be!" Fred shouted.

"And I am!" Harry snapped, "I know what I did was bad."

"Bad, Harry?" Fred yelled, "Bad! What the bloody hell! Bad? My twin was dying! I was sobbing in your arms and you buggering fucked me!"

"I know!" Harry bellowed, "You think I don't know? I was there! I felt like shit, like bloody shit!"

"You felt like shit?" Fred was crying again, "I lost my love shortly after having sex with you, and you feel like shit!"

"Wait," Harry stopped, "what?"

"I… felt like shit."

"You…" Harry trailed off, "and George?"

"Harry…"

"No!" Harry backed away, "No, you…him…no!"

"Yes." Fred admitted.

"You sick bastard! You twisted little bugger!"

"What do you know?"

"Enough not to fuck my twin!" Harry turned to leave.

"Apparently not enough to fuck a sobbing man as his twin dies alone."

Draco lay on his four poster bed in his deserted dormitory, the rest of his Slytherin classmates off tormenting the rest of the school. He enjoyed lazy afternoons to himself, though he was supposed to be working on his project for Transfiguration, but he was much more content to just lie on his bed lazily.

Boredom consumed Draco, as it often does to a teenager, and he reacted as a teenager often does. He was thinking his normal thoughts, blondes, brunets, and red heads; they were of course all over him. But there was something different, someone standing off in the distance, someone with green eyes and shaggy black hair.

"Shit!" Draco exclaimed as he realized it was Harry, he reiterated as he released onto his hand, the last thing he saw, Harry's face.

No! I'm not, I don't, He's…Harry…I mean, I'm not, I don't! No! I was just…thinking about…the project! Yes! I was just thinking that I'm supposed to be working on my project; I think I'll do that now. But then, why in hell did I cum when I thought of him? It's not because…I don't! I'm not! It was probably just because I was so close anyway, before I even knew that it was Harry, I could've thought of Dumbledore and it would still happen…but I didn't think of Dumbledore, I thought of Harry…

James brought his lips to Remus's, brushing them softy together, twisting his hands through Remus's soft hair. Remus slowly opened his mouth, letting a groan escape, and deftly slid his tongue into James's mouth, batting it against the other soft tongue, running around, revelling in the taste of his love.

"I love you Remus." James assured him, fumbling with Remus's shirt buttons, sliding each one through its slot, finally removing the shirt. He brought his lips to Remus's chest, swirling his tongue around an erect nipple, enclosing it in his teeth, gently clamping down, twisting and tugging, grinning at the pleasured groaning from his love.

Remus sat alone, the small knife sliding with pain across his wrist, unable to forget, the memories of James crept into his head. With every sharp pain, every drop of blood, he could recall every tough of James's skin, every wicked grin in his eyes. Tears fell onto his bloody wound, as their first time flooded back into his muddled mind.

James lowered his head between Remus's bare legs, tracing his tongue seductively over Remus's erection, taking it in his mouth, flitting his tongue over the head; he inched his head down the length of it, Remus's breaths drawing in sharply. James pulled his head slowly back up, almost removing it completely, before drawing in his breath, and plunging his head back down. Remus placed his hand on the back of James's head, gripping the black shaggy hair, forcing him down, and pulling him back up.

He arched his back, his eyes rolled back, his eyelids all but closed, his legs and arms trembled softly, his hops rose and fell, rhythmically matching James's moving head. James pulled himself off of the trembling Remus, who groaned, unable to speak; James laughed, and returned to his previous position. Remus howled, his hands gripped James's hair tightly as he released violently into James's hungry mouth, filling it with his warm seed.

Remus's vision blurred, the sharp pain faded into dull, he swept the knife blindly at his wrist, drawing more blood, accompanied by sharp then dull pain. His eyes filled with salty tears that streaked down his pale face. His auburn hair was matted and tangled his frame was thin and bony; he hadn't eaten in several days. He slid the knife again across his wrist, grimacing as a wave a sharp pain swept over him.

James pushed Remus onto his stomach, and propped up his legs. He slowly pressed his lips against Remus's entrance, pushing his tongue past the tightened ring of muscles, causing Remus to shudder and let out a choppy breath. He forced his tongue further, burying it inside of Remus; he swirled it in a circular motion, tasting Remus softly. He pulled his tongue free and circled it around the entrance, loosening the tight muscles.

He placed a finger at the entrance, and softly poked it in, up to the first knuckle, and then the second, and finally, all the way in, Remus moaned softly. James moved his forefinger back and forth, before adding his middle finger, Remus groaned harshly, pain searing up his spine, but he wanted more. James spread the two fingers apart, Remus arched his back, he put them together, Remus relaxed.

Remus deliberately pulled the knife, adding another cut to his wrist, watching with grim fascination as the blood fell to the ground. He brought the wound to his mouth, drawing in the salty blood, running his tongue over the torn skin. His eyesight shook, colours faded slightly towards black, his head rushed, his body shook, trembling violently. Blood sprung from where a tooth had deepened a wound, flowing madly from his wrist to his mouth. His body continued to shake, until his vision blackened, and he fell to the floor, he body no longer shaking.

He leaned over Remus, letting himself slide into the stretched entrance, forcing himself in, Remus arching his back to make room beneath him. James thrusted his hips forward, and pulled them back, all but removing himself from Remus, before sending his hips back down, slamming into Remus, who cried out in pain, but through the pain was a pleasure he couldn't understand.

James continued to force into Remus, and pull himself almost out, optimizing the intense pain the man beneath him felt, optimizing the pleasure they both shared. Remus pushed his hips back as James sent his down, they met in the middle, almost knocking the two over. James felt himself approach his climax, his knees shook as he sent his hips down again, with more strength than before. He gripped Remus's chest and held him close, completely inside, he released deep into Remus, sending a warmth shooting up inside of him.

"Love you." He whispered.

Fred stood there, he could think of nothing else but to stand there, he had been four hours, the cold wind whipping at him as he stared at the tomb stone of his twin, his buried mirror image. Tears fell from his eyes slowly, freezing on his flushed cheek. His nose was red, his lips chapped, his eyes sagging, his skin sallow. He cried slowly and painfully as he surveyed the simple stone that marked his love, a simple "Here Lies" and etched in stone, as if finalizing his life "George Weasly"

Tom looked down at the stone, a modest one; all it bore was a name. He looked at the freshly disturbed soil, tears filled his shadowed eyes. I'm sorry he called to the stone, hoping for a sign of forgiveness, none came, dead is dead, and his love was. He knelt by the stone, resting his weary head on it, tears flowing freely from his slit eyes, he moaned though his tears, his body shook uncontrollably, he felt like murder, like killing tonight. The Dark Lord rose, and turned to leave. Tom glanced at the stone, whipping the tears from his eyes.

Severus Riddle