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Wasn't planning a second chapter but I felt like it, so…

Looking back at the heated moment that he had shared with the confused child, Tom wasn't sure if he should have told the boy that he loved him.

Did he love him?

Sighing and shaking his head he attempted for the sixteenth time in an hour to refocus his attention to the monotonous voices of his followers as they prattled on about raids and The Order of The Phoenix.

"Get out." He called softly, interrupting Bellatrix mid-sentence, the woman had the gall to look affronted for a moment before she bowed her head and left with the other Death Eaters.

It wasn't until the heavy oak door to the meeting chamber closed that Tom allowed his glamour to drop, the magic that it used taking too much effort for him to hold any longer, not when he was feeling so tired and run down.

He dropped his head onto the meeting table in an uncharacteristic display of weakness as his eyes closed and his body ached for sleep; it had been too long. It had been precisely seventeen days since he had had a restful sleep, thoughts of Harry plaguing him the second he laid his head down to the moment he opened his eyes.

"Tom," a voice called from the end of the hall and the man jolted up, eyes searching for the source of the sound as his cheeks coloured red in embarrassment at being caught defenceless.

"Harry." He replied looking at the boy who stood at the opposite end of the hall, taking in his new attire he felt himself blush further as he looked away and tried to ignore the teens piercing stare.

"Do you regret what we did?" he asked quietly and Tom's gaze instantly shot to him, anger at the mere suggestion colouring his tone.

"Whatever gave you that stupid idea?"

"Well you haven't spoken to me since."

Well, Tom thought, that shut me up.

"I… I didn't know what to say." He admitted.

"Anything would have been better than nothing."

"I am sorry."

"I don't believe that."

"…"

"I don't believe that you could have wanted that, enjoyed it and not regretted it but you left me there to wake up on my own anyway."

"Harry I-"

"I gave you my first time Tom; I was emotional, confused and scared, I gave you my first time and you left me cold and alone in a strange bed with Severus Snape to wake me up."

Tom winced; perhaps sending Severus to take the boy to his room hadn't been the best idea.

"It was my first time as well Harry." The Dark Lord admitted softly, staring at the wooden table avidly. "I had never let anyone else close enough, never trusted anyone enough to sleep with them."

He looked up at the teen when he had finished, surprised to see a single tear track making its way down his face on the opposite side to the scar. The teen looked almost bashful at verbally attacking the man and Tom felt like hiding in a hole; he hadn't admitted that to anyone before.

The green-eyed-boy moved carefully towards the older man, pulling out the chair to his right and sitting down before reaching across the table to link their fingers together.

"Could we start again then?" Harry asked carefully, measuring the words in his mouth as if deciding whether he wanted to say them or not.

"I think that would be okay." Tom replied and Harry smiled; it was weird to see Tom's carefully constructed mask fall, to see him act like an actual person.

"Hello, my name is Hadrian James Potter Black." The teen said as he held out his hand. Tom stared at it for a moment before taking it and introducing himself.

"My name is Thomas Marvolo Riddle."

The silence was back with all of its awkwardness.

"Let's play a game!" Harry said excitedly, reminding Tom for a moment of his age and how much older than the teen he was.

"A game?" he parroted, unimpressed; games were for children.

"It's a good game," Harry argued defensively and Tom smiled at the happiness on the teen's face. "We take it in turns to ask each other questions, only one each time and you either answer or do a dare."

"Okay, who's going first?" Tom asked and it took three minutes of the teen smirking at him for him to realise what Harry was getting at.

"Okay your turn, you Slytherin." Tom laughed and Tom.

"When's your birthday?"

"December 31st," Tom answered before responding with his own question. "When is your birthday?"

Harry snickered at the very un-dark-lord-like question before answering. "Green."

"Slytherin Green?" Tom asked for clarification but Harry tutted at him and asked his own question.

"What was your favourite subject at school?" the teen asked, interested to know the answer.

"I liked Runes," He commented and at Harry's surprised look he elaborated. "I liked the complexity of it; how it demanded all of your attention and didn't allow you to think of anything else, what was it like growing up without parents?"

"Beyond horrific." He replied shortly. "What was it like growing up in an orphanage?"

"Beyond horrific." He copied, meaning it wholeheartedly. "What was it like growing up with the Dursley's?"

"Pass." Harry responded and Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You realise that you are giving The Dark Lord a chance to make you do something." He said, smirking smugly at the teen. Tom briefly contemplated daring him to tell him about his childhood but he didn't think that forcing Harry to reveal something that he didn't want to was a good way of starting their new relations- well, whatever it was that they were starting.

"I dare you to…"

"What's the matter 'oh great and mighty one' can't think of a dare worthy of the boy-who-lived?"

Tom stared at the teen, sudden images of the boy kissing him that night flooding into his brain relentlessly.

"Kiss me." He murmured and Harry looked at him shocked, had he heard that right or not.

"Kiss me." He said again, louder this time, more assured. And Harry did.

Their lips slammed together heatedly, teeth clashing almost painfully as Tom clutched Harry closer, pulling until the boy was straddling his lap. The kiss continued, Tom threading one hand into Harry's hair so that he could crush their mouths together with more passion, more urgency.

"Tom." Harry gasped out as the older man tilted his head to the side and ran heated lips down his neck and along his clavicle. He eventually moved back up, their lips connecting once more, slower this time; languid and heated, without being rushed and Harry nearly melted with the intensity of it.

The kisses slowed, becoming more and more relaxed, more and more infrequent before Tom rested their foreheads together as they caught their breath slowly.

"My turn," Harry panted. "Did you mean it? That night when we were together? Did you mean what you said?"

"That was three questions."

"Answer it." Harry said breathlessly.

"Yes…" Tom replied after a small pause. "I think I did." And so Harry kissed him again; desperately, heatedly and endlessly; neither of them wanting to waste time breathing when they could spend it kissing, they didn't want to waste a second.

"Is this what you want; to join The Dark Side in the most obvious of ways? To tie yourself with me so tightly that you wouldn't know where my evil ended and yours began?"

"Yes." Harry whispered desperately without hesitation; he wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything.

"Say you're mine Potter." He hissed in parsletounge and Harry's back arched, pleasure coursing through him in waves at the sound of the ancient language.

"Yours." He hissed back as Tom picked him up and carried him out of the meeting hall; his legs wrapped around the man's waist like he was a second skin.

The journey to Tom's chambers was full of flying clothing and heated kisses, witnessed by many a Death Eater and filled with many heated promises that they would fulfil shortly.

His doors slammed open with a muttered charm and then they closed just as violently the second he threw Harry to the bed. The teen was half naked at this point; the only clothes on him being his black slacks which were half undone and Tom would have laughed if he wasn't in a similar state of undress.

It wasn't until they were fully undressed that they slowed down, Harry turning his head to avoid one of the older man's kisses.

"Promise me you'll be there in the morning." He gasped out heatedly as their members rubbed together in a way that created delicious friction that was hard to ignore.

Tom pulled back to look into the teens eyes before whispering softly to him in between heated kisses. "I—swear—it—to—you." He finished kissing the teen soundly, leaving no traces of doubt in the younger boys mind.

Their actions resumed, just as frenzied and hurried as before.

When he finally slipped into the teen the boy arched his back and wrapped his legs around the man's waist to pull him deeper; the burn and stretch of Tom being inside him was delicious. He had never felt so completely full; so completely whole.

Tom moved slowly at first, anxious so that he didn't hurt the boy, but Harry's desperate "Faster." Had him rutting shamelessly fast into the boy, hitting his prostate on every thrust, making the boy cry out in pleasure; gasping and pulling him closer towards him.

"Tom I'm so close." He murmured as he got closer and closer to climax.

"Cum for me, my little snake." He hissed in parsletounge and the boy came violently, spilling his essence onto his own chest as Tom filled him with his seed, crying out violently as he reached his climax.

"I love you." Tom whispered as they lay twined together in the sheets afterwards.

"Is this going to be something you only say to me after sex, because if it is I'm going to sleep with you more." He laughed nervously as Tom tightened his arms around him.

"No Harry, I would say it to you every moment of every day if I could, because I don't know when, or how, but I have fallen irrevocably in love with you; my little beacon of light." He whispered kissing him gently on the neck.

"I love you too Mr Riddle, perhaps more than I should or than is entirely healthy."

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