"Marvolo?" Harry asked groggily before noticing that the man didn't lie next to him.
Confused, the teen got up, and, still sleepy and disorientated, almost fell off the bed. Hearing the sound of water, he went to the bathroom, where every fiber of sleep was quickly willed away when seeing his lover leaning over the bathtub –or better say pool-, which was filling itself with scented water. Taking a deep breath, Harry spied the man and silently took off his own clothes. Carefully to not make a sound, he snuck up from behind Marvolo, wrapping his arms around the waist. Surprised, the man looked behind him, unconsciously licking his lips, a gesture that was followed with fascination by a pair of green eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious? I want to bathe with you." Harry said, grinning mischievously.
The pool was full now, and they descended in the water, though Harry had a feeling it wouldn't make him very clean. Harry tried to evade the burning eyes that took him in as he let himself sink in the hot liquid. He repressed a shudder that went through him when a pair of arms wrapped around him, holding him in a tight grip as if to prevent him from escaping. He leaned into the chest behind him and wasn't very surprised when something hard pressed against his lower back. Twisting his body a bit, the teen managed to reach up to Marvolo's face and took it in his hands, kissing the other shyly. A tongue brushed against his lips, and he took it between them, sucking on the tip, eliciting a moan from his lover before it slipped further in his mouth. Hands traveled down his body, curling around the hips, turning Harry further around to deepen the slow kiss. It was strange, that even after such a short time, it was so natural for him to give in. He supposed it was because of all the nights Marvolo had spent in Harry's room, watching over him. The teen pushed Marvolo against the edge of the pool and straddled his hips while wrapping his arms around the neck.
"Bathing, my ass." Marvolo muttered, smiling.
" And such a lovely ass it is…" harry mischievously said, laughing when he got and astonished look in return. "Somehow, I thought you wouldn't mind... but if you insist..." Harry said, a mocking pout on his face while he released the man, laughing when he was pulled close again with a growl.
"Oh no, you will stay right were you are..." the Dark Lord ordered, eyes narrowing. "On another thought..." So fast that Harry didn't even have time to protest, they were flipped around, Harry now lying half in the pool, half on the bathroom floor, his black hair splayed over the white marble tiles. ~You look delicious,~ the man hissed, red flaring with lust.
The teen had similar thoughts, seeing his gorgeous lover looming over him. His breathing hitched when Marvolo took his arms and held them above his head by taking both of Harry's wrists in one hand in a possessive gesture. The man spread Harry's legs so he could stand in between them and leaned forward, sucking on the exposed nipples. The teen twisted and turned his head, small moans escaping his throat. He stroked Marvolo's waist with his legs and wrapped them around it, bucking his hips upward. A hand came up to guide his legs in a good position, after which it slid forward, the palm sliding over his bulge.
"Faster." Harry groaned in bliss, trying to use his elbows to lift himself up, something which was impossible, seeing as his arms were still held to the floor.
Growling in annoyance, he tightened his grip on Marvolo's waist, arching his back when grinding against the other's erection. A few minutes of frantic stroking, grinding and pulling later, seed spurted over his lover's stomach, accompanied by a cry. He slid in the water when he was released, exhausted. The other man, however, seemed to have different ideas. Taking a sponge, he began to wash every inch of Harry's body, making use of the occasion to sensually slide a hand over the teen's ass, chest or inner thighs.
"You're going to be the death of me..." Harry gasped, letting his head rest back on Marvolo's shoulder.
"That was the intention." the other said casually, though an underlying tone of humor was to be heard.
"Hmm, does that also mean you're going to show me what your definition of sex is?" Harry said, mustering up courage, and surprisingly enough, his voice kept steady. Hell, he even sounded daring. Ordering minions around for a few days did wonders to ones self esteem.
"If you want... yes, though I suggest we finish bathing first." Marvolo said, his eyes gleaming with delight.
Getting a bit nervous, Harry took a sponge as well and took care to clean his lover as well as he could, now and then interrupting to steal a kiss. When they got out, the man dried them both with a flick of his hand and a muttered word.
So that's why he doesn't have towels in the bathroom... figures.
Trembling with anticipation and nerves, he lay down on the bed, pulling Marvolo on top of him. The man opened Harry's legs, and slid his hand in between them, whispering a few spells. The teen felt empty all of a sudden, and then something slick pushed inside of him. However, he didn't like where.
"What are you doing?" he exclaimed, eyes growing wide.
"Preparing you."
"But... but that's..."
"That's what?"
"My ass! I mean... eww!" Chuckling, his lover pulled his finger out. "I poo with that!" Harry pointed out, disgusted.
"Oh, you're so mature." Marvolo replied, rolling his eyes. "And here I thought you wanted to have sex..."
"You mean..." Harry said, shocked, trying to comprehend the meaning.
"Yes."
Frozen, Harry tried to get the idea in his head that Marvolo wanted to shove his cock up Harry's arse. Somehow, it was kind of uncomfortable. Not to mention that the man was large. Very large. Seeing his hesitation, his lover sighed and rolled them over. Harry blinked when Marvolo spread his legs.
"Scourgify, Evanesco." he mumbled, pointing at himself. "Now listen, I don't bottom well, so this will be one of the last times." he said.
Hesitant, but because of the spells certain that there wasn't something left in the hole, Harry stroked the ring of muscles, fascinated by how they clenched around his fingertip. A low moan came from Marvolo and the teen grinned, getting hard again when seeing the man sprawled out for him on the bed, eyes half lidded in pleasure.
"What was that spell you used to make your finger slick?" Harry said, not wanting to hurt the other.
"Planto lubricus. Now hurry up." he answered with a growl.
The teen pushed in, using his other hand to smear the precum that was leaking out of the slit of Marvolo's erection over the head. He inserted another digit and clumsily began to dig in deeper. apparently he was doing something good, if his lover's groans were anything to go by. Then, the man cried out and arched off the bed.
"What's wrong?" Harry said, alarmed.
"Again." the other panted. "Touch it again."
He tried to stroke the same spot he had before Marvolo had reacted, and a low moaning followed. Painfully hard himself now, Harry retracted his fingers, hoping it was enough preparation. He used their precum to lubricate himself and held onto Marvolo's hips, pushing them up a bit for a better angle. He thrusted in, gasping because of the heat and tightness. Not able to restrain himself, he pushed out and in again, but forced himself to stop when he saw Marvolo's pained face.
"Sorry." Harry said softly, cradling his lover's face in his sweaty palm, leaning over to kiss him.
"It's alright. I think you can move now."
The next ten minutes were filled with cries, screams, and utter bliss for both of them. Marvolo, not having released since he and Harry bathed together, came violently, his body jerking as the seed was spilled in between them. Harry now sat on his knees, still ramming hard into his lover, and bent down in an awkward angle to lick the cum off the man's tip.
"I'm going to come..." Harry breathed, looking up to his lover for permission before burying his sperm deep in the man's ass. "Ah, that was... amazing."
"Hmm... I can't wait to have you." Marvolo smirked.
"Not today though." Harry snorted, and rolled his eyes when the man made a disappointed sound. "Merlin, don't you need that thing called recovery time?"
"I do... for about one minute."
"God..." Harry groaned when hands began to roam over his skin again.
"Don't worry... I have to go anyway. Work." Marvolo sighed, getting up.
"Success."
"Yes, well, try to not seize a wand and hex my followers will you? No matter how annoying they are, there are better ways to solve that."
"Knocking them unconscious?" Harry suggested hopefully.
"I meant without using violence."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure they won't resort to that too." he said sarcastically.
"If they do, I'll torture them, and they know that. Now get up, you need to eat something."
"In a few minutes..." the teen yawned, wrapping himself in the blankets again.
"Those are dirty..."
"Yes, and they smell delicious now." Harry said with a devilish smirk.
"If I didn't have work to do..."
"Yes, I know, you'd make love to me the whole day. Sadly enough, you do have work."
Marvolo bent over for a last kiss before departing, which somehow ended with Harry's neck covered in love bites.
Although he was met with a lot of glares, Harry pretended to not notice and slumped down at the table, mumbling: "Tuna sandwich" and munched on it when it appeared on his plate.
"So... Potter." someone sneered, and he looked up with disinterest, not really feeling in the mood to argue with Bellatrix. "How's it feel to be the Dark Lord's plaything?"
Swallowing, he replied with a blank face: "You wouldn't know, would you? After all, no matter how hard you tried, you could never get him."
Sniggers went round the table, and the witch seethed. "You'll pay for that Potter, no-one makes fun of me!"
"And you could do what about it, if I may ask?"
"Oh, I don't know..." she said mockingly, tapping her chin. "There are a lot of curses that I'm sure you have no counter for..."
"What part of the Dark Lord's 'He's not to be harmed' didn't you understand?"
Opening and closing her mouth, she couldn't find an answer and attacked her food in a way that made Harry glad it was dead already. Or that it wasn't him… The teen got distracted when a huge snake slithered from under the table, coiling around his legs, her head coming up to rest at his lap.
~Hello Nagini. I haven't seen you for a long time.~
~I know. I was out a few days. Decided to give you some... privacy.~ she answered, and Harry got the feeling that she was smirking.
~And? What did you do during that time?~
~I went to visit family of mine...One of my brothers was very surprised when I mentioned you, by the way. Said that he was saved one day from a zoo by someone who could talk to snakes.~
~Really?~ Harry said. ~So he's still free, is he?~
~Yes, though he never realised his goal of going to Brazil... I told him it was useless, unless he wanted to swim across the ocean. I've seen some maps when Marvolo was working, and he explained distances and such to me. It's too far.~
~I feel sorry for him... what's his name, by the way? I never had a chance to ask.~
~He changes it regularly, so none of us really remember. This time, he called himself Sete Sonhos. Seven dreams... He had some great theory as to why he chose that, but I didn't deem it important enough to remember. So, to change the topic, is Marvolo well? I haven't seen him yet.~
~He's fine. I think he's in the library. Told me he needed to look something up. Snape asked for some ingredients, but left without saying what potion he wanted to make. Marvolo is trying to figure out what he needed them for.~
~Why doesn't he just ask?~
~Don't know. Perhaps he thinks Snape will lie about it. He was a spy for Dumbledore after all.~
~Really? I never liked the man. I hope he still has that scar from where I bit him...~ she said gleefully. ~He stepped on my tail, something which shall never go unpunished.~ she explained haughtily.
Harry bit his tongue to not laugh out loud, and tried to imagine Snape's face at that moment. ~He didn't die? I thought you were venomous.~
~I thought he was loyal to Marvolo, so I didn't insert poison. Wish I had...~
~Now now, as it turns out, he swore a Vow to me, and since I'm dark, he won't –can't, really-, work for Dumbledore anymore.~
~Good. Do you have any food for me?~
~Food? Sure, what would you like?~
~Some chicken, please. Raw, but without the feathers. They tickle.~
Harry summoned some meat on his plate, and several Death eaters looked horrified. Harry, having forgotten they couldn't have understood his conversation with the Dark Lord's familiar, smirked. It surely must look strange to them. He held it in front of Nagini's face, and she flicked her tongue out, smelling the meat.
~It's good.~ she commented, and with one bite, she took it in her jaws and swallowed it whole.
She glided from his lap to the floor and out of the room, hissing a thanks before disappearing out of sight.
He was now sauntering through the manor, trying to make up his mind as to where to go. Remembering that he hadn't seen the third floor yet, he walked up the stairs, and was surprised when seeing some sort of giant 'room of lost things'. Literally everything that could be found in a Wizarding home was lying around, from quills that were scattered across the floor to old magical books and some artifacts that undoubtedly contained very dark magic. Magical mirrors hung on the wall and he looked at his reflection in them until there was one were his reflection tried to hypnotise him with a stare. He could pull back only just in time before getting pulled through the glass, which, when he looked better, existed of not metal and glass, but a blueish thick mist. One of the Harry's in the mirrors let out a disappointed screech when the real one turned away. While he turned his back to them however, he saw something odd out of the corner of his eyes, and looked over his shoulder with suspicion before looking back again, taking in the room. The picture was almost the same, but in the mirror, there were several additional items. Locating one of them, he walked to the spot it should be, and indeed, when he reached out, he touched the surface of something hard. Tracing his fingers over the object, the charm over it fell away and the cover of a book became visible.
"Tales of Beedle the bard." Harry read out aloud, and frowned, flipping through it. When seeing the contents, he wondered why the hell anyone would have wanted to hide a book with wizard fairy tales. "Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump?" he snorted. He didn't see anything ordinary about it, save for a strange symbol that was drawn on one of the pages with pencil. He decided to ask Marvolo why it had been hidden.
Other hidden objects held more interest, like a pair of candles which burned with purple, freezing flames. One of them had a cord around it with a little card, reading: 'Death Candles, feed them with the life force of wandering souls and they never burn up!' Quickly, Harry put them back, shuddering when seeing they were still as if brand-new, even though the card told him they had been made around the 18th century. He wasn't sure as to how they could be fed with the life force of wandering spirits, but he was sure it wasn't nice.
He also found a set of tarot cards. Dudley had once received a set for his birthday after seeing a program about them on tv. He had set them on fire when he had predicted for himself that he would never achieve anything in life and would die young, but that was not before Harry had learnt how to use them. Even though he didn't really believe in divination, he was sure that Marvolo wouldn't keep a set of tarot cards hidden if he didn't believe them to have a certain value, so he picked them up and started to lay them out. However, when he had done so, they gleamed gold and rearranged themselves in a different pattern, from the Celtic cross spread Harry had lain out to the ellipse spread.
Turning them around, Harry sighed when noticing they were different from the cards he knew. Trying to identify the pictures, he saw a centaur, goblins, a Hippogriff and several other magical creatures. He took a pencil and some paper from the floor and wrote them down, deciding to ask Marvolo. He had no idea what creature signified what.
He lay them back on the table and began to pick up random books, trying to see if there were some catching titles. Oddly enough, he found several copies of Muggle books as well. After reading titles such as '100 ways to spell your teeth clean', 'My first flobberworm', 'decorate your house with Christmas', and similar books, he figured that here lay the books which were too useless for the library, and he ceased his search in favor of discovering the hidden items again. Seeing as the mirror in which they were visible could only show part of the room, he had to search the rest of the room as if he were blind, hands outstretched, waiting to bump into something.
With a yelp, he pulled back his hand as something bit him, and he swatted the spot, resulting in a soft 'thud', first where he hit it, whatever it was, and then another one on the floor as the thing fell on, dust rising from the wood. Fascinated, he watched the thing slowly gain colour, and was shocked when seeing it was a book as well, the same he had had to buy in his third year when Hagrid became teacher. Knowing now how to handle it, he quickly stroked it and it shuddered, falling open. Again, he didn't see what was so special about it that it should be hidden, until he discovered some pages in it that he first thought to be torn out. However, it appeared that they were added later, and he recognised Marvolo's handwriting.
It seemed to be a list of magical creatures, but when he scanned the list he saw none that he had learnt anything about. Upon reading it for a second time, he had to blink a few times to really believe he was reading it right.
"Wrackspurt. Nargle. Heliopath. Blibbering Humdinger... These are..." he said incredulously, not able to believe that he was reading the same names than Luna always talked about to whomever wanted to listen –or not- in a seemingly very serious study of the Dark Lord. He looked at the other loose pages and saw that it contained some extra information about every creature. Interested, he read about the habits of Nargles, how they climbed in mistletoes and cast spells on people who disliked each other to get them under it, to the feeding pattern of wrackspurt, who sucked up stray thoughts that wouldn't be missed, causing you to forget those things. He had to get a copy of this and show it to Hermione. He grinned when thinking of her perplexed expression, but then his face fell when it occurred to him that he could not tell her, for then he'd have to tell her where he got it, and how... He didn't want to have another 'Sirius reaction'. Maybe he'd show Luna though, he was certain she wouldn't ask how he'd obtained the information.
Stuffing the papers back again in the book, which was still purring, he put it back down and remembered where it lay before heading back to the entrance, taking care to throw a foul glare to the reflection with the hypnotising stare. He left the room and descended the stairs, 'Tales of Beedle the bard' under his arm and the crumpled paper with the tarot card prediction on it. Marvolo was out still, so Harry went back to his room, knowing the man would want to change after work, and thus he would certainly meet him there. He didn't have to wait long. Approximately twenty five minutes later, the Dark Lord opened the door, yawning.
"Hey love." he said in a tired voice, and shed his robe somewhere on the ground before groaning and throwing himself on the bed.
"Hard day?"
"You wouldn't believe it. Come here, I want to kiss you."
"In a cuddly mood?" Harry teased, and earned himself a glare.
Rolling his eyes, the teen sat down and met the kiss, wrapping his arms around his lover, who hummed appreciatively.
"So, what did you do today exactly?" Harry asked.
"Fieldwork. I am trying to figure out if there are thin places in the wards of Hogwarts. I couldn't break them before, but now I can get in, I might be able to break them from the inside out. I mean, if I want to confront Dumbledore sometime, I just can't make my grand entrance by climbing out of a dirty tunnel in some god-forgotten corridor, covered in grime."
"Oh, I bet Lucius would love it." Harry sniggered, thinking of the blond Death Eater. "I'm sure he has obsessive compulsive disorder."
"I'm fairly certain I would have noticed that before if that were true... But he is always covered in blood and dirt whenever there is a raid, so no, he hasn't."
"Wow... does his hair have tangles then?"
"He always puts it in a ponytail. And why are we talking about Lucius anyways? I don't want to think about him in my spare time. Or any of my minions..."
"Speaking of minions... Why is Bella so obsessed with you even if she knows she can't get you?"
"Jealous, my dear?"
"Not of her." Harry said, furrowing his brow.
"Then who?" Marvolo said, confused.
"Well," the teen said, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Did you ever... well, I know you haven't exactly loved a person before, but..."
"But yes, I took followers to bed." Marvolo finished, and sighed when seeing Harry's expression.
"Harry, you don't really think I wouldn't need relief in the past years, did you?"
"Of course not." Harry said. "I just want to know for certain that they won't make a pass on you again." he finished, feeling a bit foolish.
The older man chuckled. "I doubt it. I haven't slept with many men, and they all have lovers of their own now."
"Who?" Harry asked, truly curious now, and no longer worried "Rodulphus and Rabastan Lestrange for example. They're together now."
"Bellatrix' husband?" Harry exclaimed. "But... they're brothers! And one is married!"
"Love knows no restrictions or boundaries..." Marvolo murmured. "You and I are a prime example of that. And for the marriage... neither of them loves each other. Their marriage was arranged by their parents. Rodolphus' father refused to recognise his son was homosexual and told him he would have to marry Bellatrix. Rabastan never married though, for his parents died before they could arrange a marriage."
"What are these, medieval times?" Harry asked, scrunching his nose.
Marvolo looked at him oddly. "Arranging marriages is very common in pureblooded families, though there are some who ran away. I'm sure you know a few of the outcasts."
"Sirius." Harry mumbled. "And Tonks' mother, Andromeda. I don't understand though, why doesn't Rodolphus get a divorce?"
"Bellatrix has the money." Marvolo shrugged. "And it's not like they can't get along, they just don't love each other. As long as they can both bed whoever they want, they are fine with it. It isn't that favourable for Bella though, since she wants me, and I'm not single. And gay anyways."
"Must have been a blow for her..." Harry said cheerfully. "That her husband and his brother both got you once, while she didn't."
"I don't think she knows." the man laughed, glad that Harry was taking it so well. "So, what have you done today?"
"I had a talk with Nagini."
"Ah, she's finally back?"
"Yes. We chatted a bit during breakfast. Afterwards, I went to the third floor and discovered some strange items... Can you tell me why this was hidden, by the way? I mean, a fairy tale book is not something the Ministry would confiscate, were they ever to discover your home..." Harry said curiously.
"Ah, that... well, it may be true that it isn't dark, or dangerous, but it is, for those who read it well and have some historical knowledge, invaluable..." Marvolo said with a smirk.
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