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Thanks to all reviewers!
Now, I would like to clarify some things that have been mentioned.
Orion can use his full powers –and he used them in his duel with Voldemort- because while the potion he's taking cloaks his magic inside him so that he has no visible magical aura that can be sensed by others, it still allows him the use of all of his magic. Grindelwald told him this when he offered the potion as a solution. The consequences of the potion are that it will progressively weaken Orion's body, not his powers, and if Orion takes it for more than six months, he would die since the potion is basically a poison.
Dementors suck a soul when they Kiss a person, and they slowly feed on that soul for many decades, ultimately consuming all of it, obliterating it from existence. The Resurrection Stone gave Orion the capacity to do this, but Orion only fed briefly on Draco's soul, he didn't have the time to suck it. If he had sucked it, he would have been turned into a Dementor-like being, irreversibly. But Orion only had time to act like Dementors act when feeding a bit on a wizard's soul, like what happened in canon to Harry Potter when a Dementor fed from him in the Hogwarts train. In that instance, the Dementor fed from Harry, making him relive a terrible memory - the memory of the day the Potters were killed- but it didn't suck Harry's soul. That's what Orion did to Draco, he fed briefly, sucking some essence of Draco's soul, but that was it. No lasting damage was done to Draco, in the same way that Harry didn't suffer any lasting damage either. Nevertheless, now Orion has a bit of Draco in him, so yeah, it bonds them in some unique way because that essence of Draco will always be in Orion. Orion isn't a Dementor, so that essence won't be consumed by him throughout the years, it will remain inside him.
If Orion decided that Voldemort had to die, he would destroy the horcruxes, not absorb the pieces of soul. True, if he did this, he would probably gain the magic of the bits of soul, making him more powerful, but remember that Orion already has a piece of soul inside him and if he allowed another one to merge into him that Tom would probably have too much power over him. Like Orion said to the Tom of the Resurrection Stone, if Tom merged with him, Tom would be strong enough to posses him, so Orion wouldn't risk that, he wouldn't absorb the other pieces of soul. Not to mention that Orion would never want to mess with his own soul, he wants to keep it pure and untarnished from other influences, even though it's already affected by the piece of soul inside him. And Orion wouldn't feed off the pieces of soul either by using the Resurrection Stone, since if he sucked one soul, even if it's a piece of one soul, it would turn him into a Dementor-like being, he would be hungering for souls always.
As Nocturnal Bastard rightly pointed out, in canon the Gryffindor Sword can destroy horcruxes, and it has basilisk venom. Nevertheless, Orion doesn't know this and he doesn't know that basilisk venom can destroy a horcrux since in this fic the diary was never destroyed; that Tom killed Ginny and obtained a body, and then merged with the master soul of Voldemort, creating what Voldemort is at present, a wizard with the looks of a thirty year old man, not the scaly being of canon. What Orion knows about horcruxes, and how to destroy them, he has learned from Salazar Slytherin's journals and from Sylvester Slytherin's book on Parsel Rituals for the Soul. He knows the spells to create horcruxes, and he knows much more about horcruxes than canon Harry, but he doesn't have the experience that canon Harry had with the use of basilisk venom. It is implied that the books on horcruxes that Orion read didn't mention basilisk venom as something that could completely destroy a horcrux.
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Chapter 9
He was flung on a bed, something was hissed, and before he knew it, he was in Voldemort bedroom; his arms tautly bounded to the posts of the large bed by snakes coiled around his wrists, his wand had been thrown to the floor, and his clothes discarded by a jerk of Voldemort's hand, leaving him utterly naked. Now, the wizard was towering over him, with his own wand in hand and a vicious smirk on his face, the crimson eyes flashing with deep satisfaction and maliciousness, as they trailed over him.
And Orion damned himself for dropping his guard for a second, before he furiously snarled, jerking his wrists against the snakes which bound them to the posts, "You said you wouldn't hurt me, Tom! Is this how I'm supposed to trust you?"
Voldemort flicked his wand, making one of the snakes disappear, and he roughly clutched Orion's now unbounded wrist, pulling it in front of Orion's face.
"Trust," hissed Voldemort angrily, touching the wedding ring on Orion's finger – the Slytherin heirloom which had been spelled so that only them could see it and sense it by touch - and bringing it close to Orion's eyes. "Trust is this, Orion; having given you one of my horcruxes to guard! Trust is telling you about my plans for the Mayan Stone, and confiding in you my plans for the war. Trust is allowing you to keep the Gaunt ring horcrux, and asking nothing in return!"
He roughly dropped Orion's hand, and gripped Orion's chin, painfully jerking it upwards, as he hissed enraged, "Trust is what I had in you; to never cheat on me with someone else-"
"Yes, all that is trust," spat Orion heatedly, wrenching his face away from the wizard's grasp, while he crouched against the bed's headboard, one of his arms still bounded by a snake. "And I have trusted you in return, by telling you that I wanted to have a lover before actually getting one, before actually cheating on you! I don't want one now, but perhaps in the future. Now, release me, or I'll use my raw dark magic to attack you!"
"I dare you to try again," hissed Voldemort enraged, narrowing his crimson eyes at him. "I'll crucio you until you're utterly incapacitated before you manage it! I will not have my own spouse threatening and attacking me!"
"Fine," snapped Orion, darkly glaring at him. "Then release me and let's talk about this without fighting!"
"Well do much more than talk," hissed Voldemort, his crimson eyes flashing, before he flicked his wand and the last snake disappeared.
Now, finally free, Orion quickly accioed his wand, which came shooting into his spread hand, and he swiftly aimed it at Voldemort, who merely viciously smirked at him.
Suddenly, there was a polite knock on the door, and Voldemort's smirk widened, before he strode towards the door.
"Who's that?" demanded Orion, startled, quickly wrapping his naked body with the bed cover.
Voldemort turned around just as he reached the door, and drawled, "I've improved the Dark Mark. Now, I can summon my followers with a thought, my little serpent. And the Death Eater I've called will suit my purpose."
"What purpose?" said Orion, utterly befuddled.
"You wanted to experiment, yes?" hissed Voldemort, maliciously smirking at him. "If you want to fuck others, you'll do it in my presence. And Rabastan will help us with that. I'll observe while he takes you, and then I'll take you. We'll take turns with you until I'm utterly satisfied." His crimson eyes flashed, and he added with a vicious leer, "Or perhaps we'll fuck you at the same time. It would be vastly pleasurable – for me, of course, don't you think?"
"WHAT?!" choked out Orion, his eyes wide, horrified. "I never meant that! I don't want that-"
In a blink of an eye, Voldemort was by his side, painfully clutching his face, as he hissed sharply, "You wanted to experiment, and you will. You asked for this-"
"I never asked for what you're suggesting!" spat Orion heatedly, glowering at him. "And you very well know it, Tom. I won't have you sharing me as if I was a piece of meat-"
"Or perhaps you would like to try with someone else?" hissed Voldemort, his crimson eyes flashing. "Perhaps, when I release Lucius from Azkaban, I will allow him to have a go at you. I know that he likes pretty things, either female or male. I'm sure he'll take great pleasure in you-"
"Lucius was my guardian – like a father to me, however briefly!" snapped Orion, utterly appalled. "How can you even suggest-"
Another knock was heard from the door, and Voldemort swiftly strode towards it. Quickly, Orion jumped to his feet, rushing towards him, and tightly gripping his arm, roughly turning him around.
"This is not what I want and you know it," he gritted out, glaring up at Voldemort, eyeing him with disgusted hurt and anger. "Would you truly share me with one of your Death Eaters, Tom? Trading me around your Inner Circle?" He gripped the wizard's collar, and demanded madly, "Would you, Tom?!"
"It's either this or nothing!" snarled Voldemort, his crimson eyes flashing in fury. He clutched Orion's chin, and hissed enraged, "I don't want you to be with anyone else - you're my spouse! But if you want to experience what it is bedding someone else, then you'll do it in my presence and with someone I choose! And I'll take part in it!"
"That's disgusting, contemptible-"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes at him, and hissed sharply, "It's what I offer-"
"Then, I don't want it," spat Orion, taking a step away from him, eyeing him with loathing. "I would never bed someone I don't want to. I would choose my own lover, not whom you select-"
"You'll have no lovers!" hissed Voldemort enraged, towering over him. "It's this or nothing. And if I ever find out that you've taken someone, I'll kill him and I'll make you rue your decision!"
"Send him away," said Orion sharply, pointing at the door. "Send Rabastan away before I lose my patience and he hears us trading dark curses!"
"I will if you give me a Wizard's Oath that you won't take any lovers," hissed Voldemort in deadly tone of voice. "The bonding vows we took-"
"Oh, don't you dare throw that in my face!" snapped Orion incensed, his green eyes flashing with anger. "I have kissed others, yes, but I haven't been unfaithful to you – I haven't bedded anyone! And I would never suggest choosing one of my cronies to fuck you, taking turns! And I don't even know if you haven't shagged anyone all this time-"
"I haven't," snarled Voldemort angrily. "Unlike you, I can restrain myself. Give me a Wizard's Oath, and I'll allow the matter to rest."
Orion crossed his arms over his chest, and hissed sharply, "I'll give you an Oath if you do the same."
Voldemort flared up at once. "I will not-"
"Then forget about it!" yelled Orion heatedly. "I will admit no double standards between us, Tom!"
"I will not allow my magic to be bounded by an Oath that can turn me into a Squib!"
"Neither will I!" spat Orion hotly, glaring up at him. "It's either a shared Oath, or nothing, Tom - nothing but trust between us."
"Trust?" hissed Voldemort sharply, narrowing his eyes at him. "Then you will not take a lover? I have your word on that?"
"You have my word that I'll tell you about it, if I decide to take a lover, obviously without giving you a name," said Orion, glowering at him. "But I will not promise to never take a lover. I will not promise something I'm not sure I'll be able to fulfill for the rest of my life! And I want you to-"
"For the rest of your life?" hissed Voldemort, his expression suddenly turning calculatingly pensive. "Yes… I suppose that's a very long time to limit ourselves in such way."
Orion frowned at him. "What do you mean?"
"I'm willing to reach a compromise on the matter," said Voldemort calmly, smirking at him, his crimson eyes glinting. "After all, I am going to live forever, and you'll live for a long time as well, given that you have vampire blood in you. Indeed, it's not realistic for us to believe that we won't desire to bed others. And I think that my solution is perfect."
"What is it, then?" demanded Orion, eyeing him suspiciously.
"If we're interested in bedding someone else, we'll tell each other before doing it-"
Orion snidely scoffed. "You're mad. You'll kill whomever I tell you about-"
"Not if you tell me first, before bedding that person," interjected Voldemort, widely smirking at him, "and not if we do it together." He roughly caressed Orion's cheek, and hissed sharply, "I don't like to be excluded, my little serpent. Furthermore, there's much pleasure to be had when sharing one person. I think I would enjoy sharing someone with you. As long as you always understand that you are, first and foremost, mine – my spouse."
Orion gaped at him, before he clamped his mouth shut, a deep frown spreading over his forehead while he scrutinized the wizard. "Let me understand this. You'll be okay with it if I take a lover as long as I tell you who it is and as long as bed him in your presence, or with you taking part in it?"
"That's right," hissed Voldemort silkily, smirking at him.
"I don't think I would find anyone who would agree to such thing-"
Voldemort snorted, gazing down at him with a devious smirk playing on his lips. "Don't be naïve, my little serpent. Indulging in threesomes is something vastly done in our circles. And you'll see that it's very pleasurable. Not to mention that I can seduce anyone, if I want to. Whomever you choose will be willing after I persuade him."
"Persuade him?" said Orion, frowning at him. "Not forcibly, not by using spells or potions-"
"Of course not," hissed Voldemort, looking affronted and offended. "I have no need to force anyone into my bed. There're numerous wizards and witches who'd be more than willing to-"
"Yeah, yeah, I don't need the list of those who are vying for your sexual attentions," snapped Orion, a spark of piercing jealousy flaring up inside him.
Voldemort smugly smirked at him, intently observing him. "My, my… jealous, are you?"
"So what?" said Orion crisply, narrowing his eyes at him. "I don't like it when others pant after you, just like you don't like it when it happens to me. We're both possessive of each other, you know that already-"
"Yes, we are," hissed Voldemort, his crimson eyes glinting with deep satisfaction, "that's why the best solution is to be honest with each other when we want to bed someone, and to share the experience together. That way, we'll know what happens, and two of us will have no reason to feel jealous, knowing that we are the main couple."
Orion swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry, before he said slowly, with a small frown on his face, "Yes, I think you're right, but I… Well, it had never crossed my mind… I don't really know how it would work… but I can imagine it…"
"Believe me, my little serpent," hissed Voldemort silkily, "a threesome is very satisfactory. So, do you agree?"
Orion snapped his eyes to his, and said sharply, "If you choose someone I don't like, then I can refuse, and you won't get to bed that person either. And you absolutely can't choose Bellatrix."
"Done," hissed Voldemort, his voice sounding highly satisfied with himself, "if the same applies to you. If I don't agree with your selection, then nothing will happen; not between you two nor between the three of us."
"Of course that the same applies to me," said Orion waspishly. "Unlike you, when I suggest things I'm not doing it on double standards. What I expect from you is the same I expect from myself."
"Good," hissed Voldemort, smirking at him. "Then, we have deal, don't we? You can't have a lover unless you tell me first and unless we share that person. Depending on whom, I'll either watch or participate, but I'll always be there. After all, you'll always be my spouse. This is mightily generous of me, you must see this."
"Yes, it is, in your own warped way," said Orion, eyeing him closely. "But I think that you rather like this deal."
"I do," silkily hissed Voldemort, his smirk widening. "I never considered our sex-life in the long-run; I've been busy with much more important matters, of course. But, given your raging hormones, I think it wise to settle the matter once and for all. Shared lovers or no lovers at all. Agreed?"
Orion hesitated for a second, his mind swirling, since he sincerely didn't know who would agree to something like this; Draco never would, surely. Though, it was fair; surprisingly so, coming from Voldemort. And frankly, he was curious about it. Voldemort certainly knew how to spice things up. Nevertheless, even if he saw the potential and even if he was aroused by thinking about the possibilities, he still felt apprehension. What if Voldemort, during their explorations, became infatuated with someone else? What if the wizard came to prefer someone over him? But it was a risk, he knew, that both of them were taking. Furthermore, as Voldemort said, they were spouses, first and foremost. And he didn't see how he could possibly desire and love someone more intensely than what he felt for Voldemort.
"Yes, I agree," he said, gazing up at him. He frowned, and added uncomfortably, "But what would happen if you…" He clenched his jaw, before raising his chin, saying sharply, "What if you came to prefer someone else over me?"
Voldemort arched an eyebrow, before he widely smirked. "Worried that someone else could steal your place in my heart?"
"What heart?" scoffed Orion.
"True," hissed Voldemort, his smirk broadening. "I must amend my words. Afraid that I'll come to lust after someone other than you? That I'll come to desire someone more than I desire you?"
"Yes, perhaps, I do," said Orion coolly, eyeing him intently.
Voldemort's lips quirked upwards. "What a little hypocrite you are, my little serpent. You had no qualms about taking a lover of your own, with the intention of keeping it a secret from me. Yet, you don't want me to do the same."
"I don't," said Orion crisply, crossing his arms over his chest. "I admit it openly. I don't want someone pawing you-"
"Then this new compromise between us is perfect, isn't it?" hissed Voldemort, his expression highly satisfied. "Lovers will only be that, shared by us, and we'll be the ones with control and power over the situation."
"Yeah, I suppose," said Orion, frowning at him. He unfolded his arms, and added, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, "You must understand that I'm not ready to put our deal into practice…" He cleared his throat. "Not right away. I think I'll need a bit of more time, and I definitely want to be the first to decide when it happens and with whom… But don't expect it to be soon… I have other things to worry about, and well… I just need to become used to the idea-"
"I perfectly understand," hissed Voldemort, smirking at him. "Take all the time you need, I'm in no rush. And I can concede to you the first choice."
"Right, thanks," muttered Orion.
"Now," hissed Voldemort silkily, caressing Orion's cheek, "will you tell me with whom you were when I summoned you?"
Orion's eyes snapped to his, narrowing, and he said flatly, "No. And you should forget about it. I didn't shag that person in the end, and our new deal changes everything. I will not have you hunting down and hurting that person. It was entirely my fault. You have no reason to be angry at, or to blame anyone, but me."
"You will not tell me?" hissed Voldemort sharply, his crimson eyes narrowing.
"No," replied Orion curtly, crossing his arms over his chest. "We dueled and injured each other because of it, and that's the end of it. You should let it lie down." He arched an eyebrow, and defiantly gazed back at him. "It doesn't matter now, not after our new pact, wouldn't you say?"
After a brief stretch of silence, Voldemort drawled indifferently, "Yes, you're right."
The wizard made a move to open the door, but Orion quickly halted him, and said with alarm, "What are you going to do?"
"Why, I'm going to tell my Death Eater that he can leave," said Voldemort, arching an eyebrow at him. "Rabastan has been patiently waiting for far too long."
"You didn't tell him why you called him, did you?" demanded Orion crisply, narrowing his eyes at him. "You didn't tell him that you wanted him to…" He cleared his throat, and added angrily, "Well, to fuck me while you watched, or while you took turns."
Voldemort smirked at him. "So gullible still, my little serpent. No, I didn't tell him because I had no intention to allow such thing."
"But – but you," spluttered Orion outraged. "But the new deal! I thought that -"
"Our new deal was an inspiration which suddenly struck me," hissed Voldemort, looking utterly smug about himself. "Nevertheless, I'm quite satisfied with it. Indeed, it will prove interesting and quite pleasurable for me – and you, I'm certain." He gazed at Orion's nude body, and sharply commanded, "Now, clothe yourself or spell yourself invisible. I don't want others leering at you."
Orion huffed, before he tapped his head with his wand's tip, summarily disillusioning himself.
Shooting him a last glance, Voldemort smirked and opened the door, but Orion paid little attention to what the wizard was saying to Rabastan; he was inwardly fuming, with his invisible arms crossed over his chest.
After a few moments, he decided that it was quite pointless to be angry about the whole matter; he was satisfied with their compromise as well, however awkward it would be at first. But he was willing to enjoy himself when the time came.
He perched on the bed, utterly expecting to have his fun with Voldemort soon. Though there were some other matters he had to discuss with the wizard. Wandlessly, he accioed his discarded robes, which immediately came shooting into his hands.
When he heard the door being closed, and Voldemort's smooth strides along the carpeted floors, he cancelled the disillusionment charm, seating on the bed with his legs crossed, his robes besides him and something he had plucked out from his pocket in his hands.
"You haven't robed yourself," hissed Voldemort, widely smirking at him while his intense crimson gaze travelled over him. "I see that you're quite eager for me to take you-"
"Yes, in a minute," interrupted Orion, broadly grinning at him, while he flicked his wand at the wizard, instantly divesting him from his clothes.
Voldemort merely arched an eyebrow, before he shot him a leering smirk, swiftly making a move to pin Orion under him.
Chuckling, Orion ducked and slipped away from him, standing up besides the bed. He clicked his tongue, and said tauntingly, "I see that I'm not the only one eager, Tom. Regardless, that's not the reason why I undressed you." He smirked devilishly, and hissed, "Come to me. Stand before me."
"I don't take orders from you, impish brat."
"Yes you do, you're my spouse; sometimes I obey you, and sometimes you obey me, that's how it works," snapped Orion impatiently. "Now, come here and stop wasting time that could be spent in more pleasurable activities."
Quirking an eyebrow, showing reluctant curiosity, Voldemort stood in front of him, in all his unabashed naked glory, smirking smugly when he saw Orion's heated gaze trailing over him.
"Yes," hissed Orion with deep satisfaction, "you'll look great with it. Oh, I'll make sure to remember this image of you."
"What are you-"
"Hush," whispered Orion, while he stood on his tiptoes and opened his palm, swiftly clasping the Black heirloom necklace around Voldemort's neck, before he neatly arranged the pendant to hang on the wizard's chest, the small emeralds and black sapphires sparkling under the candle light.
He took a step back and widely smiled, as he gazed at the wizard in front of him, savoring every detail and committing the image to his memory. "Perfect. It's perfect for you. I knew it."
Voldemort slightly frowned, holding the pendant in between his fingers, before he gazed up at Orion with an arched eyebrow. "A Black heirloom?"
"Yes, as befits my spouse," said Orion smugly. "You gave me a Slytherin heirloom as my wedding ring. Now, I give you a Black heirloom. Both of us will be wearing something of the other's bloodline. Do you feel it?"
"Feel what? – a horcrux!" hissed Voldemort, gazing at him with a scrutinizing expression on his face. "Yes, it is… yet I don't feel uncomfortable with it. I feel the tug, but it's very faint. Not strong enough to be annoying. How did you-"
"I found a spell in a parsel book that was gifted to me," replied Orion, smirking at him. "Sylvester Slytherin's book of 'Parsel Rituals for the Soul'-"
"Slytherin's grandson's book," hissed Voldemort, his expression briefly perplexed and surprised, before his crimson eyes pierced Orion. "Who gifted it to you? I looked for it for decades-"
"My old childhood tutor gave it to me, when he discovered that I was a parselmouth. I think he didn't know what to do with the book, since he couldn't read it," smoothly lied Orion.
The book had been Gregorovitch's after all, Ragnarok had surely handed it to him obeying Gregorovitch's command, since they had both been part of the Aux Atrum. Well, that was before Gregorovitch had been killed by Voldemort, and he didn't know what Ragnarok was up to these days, he hadn't seen the old wizard in ages.
He quickly pushed away a flare of anger caused by remembering the vision of how Voldemort had killed Gregorovitch, and he continued his explanation, "There was a spell in the book, quite tricky to master, I must admit. Regardless, the spell is used to 'cushion' the horcrux – Sylvester's words – so that the wizard with the master piece of soul wouldn't feel uncomfortable by wearing the horcrux, since the spell partly mutes the 'tug' between the pieces of soul." He flashed him with a wide grin. "Like this, unlike with your other horcruxes with the exception of Nagini, you'll always be able to carry it around with you."
"Magnificent," hissed Voldemort, his expression elated as he gazed at the Black horcrux. He stared at Orion with a greedily eager glint in his crimson eyes, and silkily hissed, "Will you gift the book to me, as well?"
Orion let out a bark of laughter, before he smirked at him. "Absolutely not. I treasure my books as much as you do, Tom. There's no way I'll part from it."
"The book is useless to you," hissed Voldemort sharply, narrowing his eyes at him. "You don't have horcruxes, or any intention to create one. I, on the other hand, could learn much from it-"
"That's exactly why I won't give it to you," interjected Orion, arching an eyebrow. "Do you really think that I would give a book called 'Parsel Rituals for the Soul' to you, of all people? As if making horcruxes wasn't horrible enough, that book is filled with other nasty and foolish rituals to supposedly strengthen a wizard's body and magnify a wizard's power by messing with the soul." He pierced Voldemort with his eyes, and hissed in a steely tone of voice, "Souls aren't something to mess with, no matter the reason! A soul must always remain pure, untarnished, and complete! And you have inflicted enough damage on yours. Be grateful that I decided to cast that spell on the horcrux. After transferring the piece of soul, I had half a mind of cancelling the 'cushioning' spell. Alas, I decided to be magnanimous."
And indeed he had, since now this new horcrux would be worn by Voldemort, complicating matters for him if he ever had to destroy it. But, it was only fair, since he was wearing one of Voldemort's horcruxes around his finger – Slytherin's wedding ring. Not to mention the other horcruxes he already knew about, including their location.
"Despite all that, which is completely inconsequential," hissed Voldemort angrily, "I don't see why you can't share the book with me-"
"You'll only have access to the book," interrupted Orion sharply, "over my dead body, Tom. No amount of cajoling or threats will make me change my mind. Now tell me, do you like your new horcrux?"
"Yes," hissed Voldemort curtly, looking utterly dissatisfied with Orion's stubbornness. Then, he gazed at the Black heirloom and briefly caressed the pendant, before he gazed up at Orion, hissing quietly, "Yes, I like it very much. It is indeed, a receptacle worthy to carry one of my pieces of soul."
"Good, I'm glad you're satisfied," said Orion, shooting him a smile, before he dropped it and his expression turned grave.
He took a step forward, to stand inches away from the wizard, and pressed his hand over Voldemort's, which was holding the pendant.
He tightly wrapped his fingers around pendant and hand, and squeezed hard, seeing Voldemort briefly grimacing in slight pain, just as he wanted, and he whispered softly, "Do you feel it, throbbing under your touch? I feel it, the 'tug', as you call it. It's your master piece of soul, and your piece of soul inside me, yearning to merge back with the piece of soul inside this horcrux – Tom's soul, because I saw him when I transferred him into this receptacle. He spoke to me, pleading for me to not trap him in an object – yes, pleading!" He snapped angrily, when Voldemort was about to say something. And he pierced him with his eyes, glinting with fury. "Have you ever stopped to consider what your pieces of soul feel when they are imprisoned for decades inside objects? Can you possibly imagine yourself in their place? It's 'dark and cold', that's what Tom told me, and he was horrified by the perspective of being trapped again! Don't you understand?!"
Voldemort's crimson eyes narrowed, and he hissed sharply, "They are a means to an end. They are only pieces of soul, it doesn't matter what they feel." He sneered, "If indeed, they 'feel' anything-"
"THEY ARE YOU!" spat Orion heatedly. "They feel, a soul always feels, especially if it's bounded to this plane, you fool! How can you possibly not give a damn about what your souls are suffering while they're locked in your horcruxes?!" He pierced him with his eyes, and hissed beseechingly, "I want you to merge back with your horcruxes, Tom-"
"Never," instantly hissed Voldemort, darkly glowering at him. "They are my immortality-"
"I am your immortality!" snapped Orion hotly. "With one horcrux you have enough!"
"I can't use the piece of soul inside you to create a new body," hissed Voldemort acerbically.
"Then keep another horcrux, but merge with the rest!"
"No," said Voldemort sharply. "I need all of them, the more I have, the greater chances I'll have to survive and to repeatedly create a body when mine starts to get old. And you forget that I already merged with the diary's soul when that Tom obtained a body, and with the locket's soul when you asked it of me after I had created the Slytherin wedding ring horcrux. I have their memories with me, and they never suffered-"
"Because they had ways to communicate with the outside; the diary could write and the locket could speak because of the portrait," interrupted Orion waspishly. "With the exception of Nagini, the rest of your horcruxes can't communicate, and those are the pieces of soul which are suffering! Merge back with those!"
"Suffering?" sneered Voldemort, his crimson eyes flashing with anger, while he tightly gripped Orion's chin. "Like what I suffered when I was a disembodied, powerless soul for more than a decade – after my Killing Curse rebounded off you? You speak to me about suffering? The pieces of soul inside my object-horcruxes might feel 'cold' but what they go through is nothing in comparison to what I had to deal with!"
"Yes, you suffered," gritted out Orion, "and it was your own fault-"
"My fault?!" hissed Voldemort enraged, clutching Orion's chin tighter, his fingers sinking into Orion's cheeks. "It was you who caused my Killing Curse to rebound, destroying my body, making me nothing but a pathetic soul-"
"I was a baby – I wasn't aware of anything! And do you think that if I had been, I wouldn't have gladly killed you when you murdered my mother?!" spat Orion incensed. "It was YOUR fault. We have gone through this already. It was your fault when you attacked me because of the bloody prophecy –which you didn't fully hear, and that was quite stupid of you, I might add- and it was your fault when you became a disembodied piece of soul, and it was ultimately your fault to create so many horcruxes-"
"Without my horcruxes," hissed Voldemort furiously, "I would have died the night I attacked you! There's no fault in ensuring my own survival."
"Merlin, you understand nothing!" cried Orion with angered exasperation, wrenching himself away from the wizard's grasp. He leveled him with a steely gaze, and said fiercely, "You have been manipulated your whole life, Tom. Not everything is your fault, but ultimately, having done all what you did, without stopping to consider the consequences and without regretting your catastrophic choices, you have no one to blame but yourself. You should have been strong enough to fight it!"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed at him, and he demanded sharply, "Manipulated? What are you talking about-"
"Yes, manipulated," hissed Orion, trying to explain matters without revealing anything important. His eyes sparkled when his racing mind came up with a believable, appropriate twist, which would serve several purposes. "You were manipulated by Horace Slughorn, Tom. Remember the gaps in the wizard's memories? The gaps you disregarded but which I believed to indicate something untoward?"
Voldemort stiffly nodded, frowning while he pierced him with his eyes, and Orion continued quietly, "In my lessons with Dumbledore, during which you already know that he spends all the time showing me memories and telling me about you and your horcruxes, I was able to piece together little bits of information, things he surely doesn't believe to be important. It was because of that, that I believe that Slughorn cast a compulsion web on you; making you obsess over immortality, making you to research the way to create several horcruxes. And it was Slughorn who told you about horcruxes in the end. You butchered your soul, because of what he did to you!"
"A compulsion web?" hissed Voldemort enraged, his crimson eyes marginally widening, flashing with insane fury. "Are you certain? And Dumbledore knew about this, it was his plan-"
"I'm certain about the compulsion web," said Orion sharply, "but I don't think that Dumbledore had anything to do with it. As I told you, I pieced it all together from bits of information that the old coot believed to be irrelevant." He intently bore his eyes into his, and smoothly lied, "Dumbledore told me many things about Slughorn, because he wants me to get the memory from him, remember? Well, he told me that Slughorn was a Master in Legilimency and Occlumency, and that the wizard seemed to be fixed on you when you were in school. Dumbledore suspected him for a while, perhaps about Slughorn helping you discover about horcruxes… I don't really know. But my point is that Dumbledore told me that Slughorn was very skilled in all kinds of mind magic, and that the wizard always kept an eye on you, paying you too much attention. Furthermore, he showed me a very peculiar memory he had extracted from Slughorn decades ago. You were reading in the library, and Slughorn was lurking behind a shelf, and the wizard casted a spell on you. It hit your head, but you didn't sense it. The memory was very blurry, and it wasn't in the memories you extracted from Slughorn, thus I know that it was one of the memories he had wiped from his mind. Regardless, Dumbledore was very confused and troubled about this memory. He asked me to get it from 'Slughorn' as well, but now it's impossible, since you killed the wizard, and Rodolphus only has the memories of Slughorn that you gave him."
"And given the memory Dumbledore showed you," hissed Voldemort, his eyes narrowed in fury, his expression troubled and deeply pensive, "you think that Slughorn casted a compulsion web on me?"
"Yes," said Orion vehemently. "What else could it have been? He casted a spell which sunk into your head, without you noticing it. It was surely a compulsion web! Moreover, Slughorn told you about horcruxes. He played his part well, acting reluctant and then horrified, but everything fits! He wiped memories from his mind of the period during which you attended Hogwarts, and then he gave to Dumbledore that messily modified memory, giving evidence that he told you about horcruxes. Don't you see? Slughorn cast a compulsion web, making you obsess over immortality, ultimately making you create several horcruxes. Then he regretted it, wiped his mind, but gave one significant memory to Dumbledore, giving the old coot the last evidence needed in order to know how many horcruxes you made, to destroy them. Slughorn regretted the whole affair and finally just wanted your horcruxes to be destroyed!"
"Why would Slughorn cast a compulsion on me? What did he gain by that-"
"I don't know!" snapped Orion with exasperation. "What reason did the wizard have to tell you about horcruxes in the first place? If he hadn't wanted to give you that information, he would have denied knowing what a horcrux was!"
Voldemort deeply frowned, and he swiftly sat down on the bed. His expression blank while he gazed with unseeing eyes at the empty space before him.
Mutely, Orion sat beside him, patiently waiting for the wizard to arrange his thought and come to some decision; hopefully, to merge back with some horcruxes.
After a long stretch of silence, Voldemort muttered, "You believe that Dumbledore didn't know what Slughorn did? The old man didn't give you any indication that he had ordered Slughorn to cast a compulsion on me?"
"No, I sincerely don't think that Dumbledore had anything to do with it," said Orion quietly, since he didn't want Voldemort to have one more reason to kill Dumbledore; the old coot was his. "Honestly, Tom, Dumbledore would never do a thing like that. And if he had known about your horcruxes all this time, he would have haunted them down a long time ago."
"True," hissed Voldemort. "Yet, I don't see what reason Slughorn could have had to cast a compulsion on me."
"Morbid curiosity, perhaps," offered Orion. "Or for his own benefit. Perhaps he didn't want to take the trouble to research a way to make several horcruxes, perhaps he wasn't intelligent or smart enough to do it, and therefore, he made you do it for him. He knew you'd be able to do it, if properly motivated; meaning that he casted a compulsion on you to make obsess about it. Therefore, he could lay back while you did all the work. And in the same way that he casted a compulsion on you, he could have extracted the information from you once you finished your research and experimentations. Thus, Slughorn would have learned how to create several horcruxes-"
"With the intention of making horcruxes for himself?" hissed Voldemort, gazing at him with a deep frown on his face.
Orion shrugged his shoulders. "It could be. We'll never know. But it's possible. He was a dark wizard after all. Many have searched for a way to make themselves immortal; searched and failed. And it would be just like a Slytherin to make another do all the work, and then reap the benefits."
"Yes, perhaps that's the reason," hissed Voldemort quietly, gazing away from him. Suddenly, his knuckles turned white as he tightly clutched his wand, and Orion felt a flare of pain piercing his scar, while the wizard hissed with fury, "If I hadn't killed Slughorn already, I would take great pleasure in slowly torturing him."
Orion jerkily nodded, rubbing his forehead, before he groaned quietly, "Tom, please, calm down - It hurts."
"Um?" hissed Voldemort distractedly, side-glancing at him. "Ah, yes."
The pain eased away from his forehead, and Orion settled himself on the bed, with his legs folded, while he gazed at Voldemort's profile.
"It changes nothing," hissed Voldemort impassively, turning to face him. "Even if all what I did was because of a compulsion web, it doesn't change the fact that I created several horcruxes. It doesn't change anything. I don't regret having attained immortality in this way-"
"But – but you were being manipulated!" spluttered Orion. "You must see that you can't allow the consequences of that manipulation to pervade. The only way you can undo the manipulation and take revenge on Slughorn is by merging back with your horcruxes!"
Voldemort thinly smiled at him, though there was no feeling in it; rather, it looked to Orion as something wan and dejected.
"None of it changes who I am, my little serpent. Perhaps, someday, if I find a better way to attain immortality, I'll merge back with some of my horcruxes. For now, they are the best means I have. And I won't risk it."
"Tom-"
"No, my decision is made," hissed Voldemort quietly. "And I don't wish to speak about it anymore."
"Alright," muttered Orion, glancing away from him, troubled, despondent, and disappointed.
Someday, he would tell Voldemort the absolute truth about the matter; hopefully being able to tell him that he had already killed the spirits in retribution, for what they done to Tom Riddle and Lily Evans, to name a few. Nonetheless, he didn't regret telling Voldemort as much as he could, however cloaked with half-lies. With every passing day, he increasingly felt the wish to be able to completely disclose everything to Voldemort. At present, he couldn't, it was still dangerous and risky, but he would do his best to let him know little bits, cunningly twisting the truth for his own convenience. It was the best he could offer to the wizard.
"Come, let's rest for while," hissed Voldemort laying back on the bed, and comfortably stretching out. "It has been a long day for me. And for you as well, I think."
"Yeah, it has," murmured Orion, settling himself by the wizard's side, feeling Voldemort wrap an arm around him, pulling him closer.
He had started playing with the Black pendant on Voldemort's broad chest, when the wizard hissed, "You haven't told me how you managed to transfer my piece of soul into this."
"I used Necromancy," replied Orion impassively, gazing up at him while his fingers still played with the pendant. "I'm learning much with Vagnarov, and I used one of the spells we learned in class."
Voldemort stared down at him, his eyes narrowing. "Isn't Necromancy affecting you?"
"No," said Orion with an amused chuckle. "The spells I'm learning aren't powerful enough to affect me in any way-"
"Yet, you said that when I summoned you-" Voldemort's jaw clenched, and he continued acerbically, "That when you were with this person you don't want to tell me about, that you had been practicing some Necromantic spell which took a hold of you, allowing you to see souls… Was that also a lie?"
"No, that was the truth," replied Orion, eyeing him carefully. "It did take a hold of me for a while, but I'm quickly learning to master it. There's no danger in it since the only thing it does is allow me to see souls inside living wizards. What happened was that I was imbued with my Necromantic abilities, and with the spell, I saw this person's soul, and it was beautiful, and enticing-"
"Unlike my own?" interjected Voldemort sharply, gazing down at him with narrowed eyes. "Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"I wasn't going to refer to your soul, Tom," said Orion calmly. "You did. But you're right; I very much doubt that your butchered soul would appeal to me if I was infused by my Necromantic powers. Necromancers like pure, undamaged souls."
"I see," hissed Voldemort, his jaw clenching before he looked away. "What about the Gaunt ring, are you going to keep it?"
"I am. It's no longer a horcrux, Tom," replied Orion dismissively. "It's useless to you."
"But it's useful to you, it seems," hissed Voldemort, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. "Why do you want it?"
"Er , I'm curious about it-"
"About what?" pressed on Voldemort, his voice becoming more demanding. "It might not be a horcrux any longer, but it's still my family's heirloom. It's mine to give away, and I'll demand it back if you don't tell me why you want it. I've allowed you to keep your secrets for far too long."
"You keep secrets as well," snapped Orion pointedly, leveling him with fuming glare.
Voldemort widely smirked at him, stretching out his arms to embark the whole bed. "Ask whatever you like, and I'll reply in all honesty."
"Yeah, sure," snorted Orion skeptically. "You're a Dark Lord, and Dark Lords always slyly spin the truth to make it whatever they want it to be."
"Very true, my little serpent," hissed Voldemort, his lips quirking upwards. "But in this instance, I'll make a huge, one-time effort and I'll answer sincerely."
"Thanks for the offer," said Orion, grinning up at him. "But I prefer that each of us keep our respective secrets until we're ready to disclose them to each other. It's fair deal, I believe."
"Hmm, it is, but it's also rather disappointing," hissed Voldemort quietly, intently gazing down at him. "I'm starting to suspect that your secrets are much juicier than mine." He slowly caressed Orion's cheek, and added silkily, "Like how you managed to become so powerful… How you learned to control what you call your raw dark magic… I'm very interested in that."
"I bet you are," interjected Orion, smirking at him. "Because you want to find a way to counter my raw dark magic, Tom, you sly bastard. I can only tell you that I managed all that because I practiced till exhaustion. Every accomplishment is earned that way, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, but there's much that you aren't telling me," hissed Voldemort coolly, intently scrutinizing him, his thumb now caressing Orion's lower lip. "And I find it both infuriating and appealing. When I think I know all there is to you, I find that there's even more I have to dig into… And you still manage to surprise me. I hadn't expected that."
"I still surprise you, how?" said Orion, shooting him a broad, smug grin.
"Well, I already mentioned the control over your dark magic," hissed Voldemort quietly, before he widely smirked at him, his crimson eyes darkening and glinting. "But I think that what surprised me even more was your acceptance of our new 'deal' for our sex-life. Indeed, it was delightfully, twistedly dark of you, and I mean that as a compliment, of course. I'm very glad that you agreed, but it surprised me, nonetheless."
"Yes, I find myself surprising me whenever you're involved," said Orion, smirking at him. "As for my new-found dark and twisted nature, it's your influence, no doubt."
"Indeed, there's no doubt about that," hissed Voldemort, looking proudly satisfied with himself.
After a relaxed, brief interlude of silence, Orion's couldn't hold in his impatience any longer, and he blurted out, "I want to shag."
Voldemort let out a rumbling bout of rich laughter, and finally gazed down at him, widely smirking, as he silkily hissed, "Well, I wondered how long it would take you." He clicked his tongue mockingly. "You truly have no self-restraint at all, my little serpent."
"Stop mocking me," snapped Orion shortly, "and fuck me already!"
"How can I refuse your skillful, seductive charms?" drawled Voldemort sarcastically, his lips quirking upwards, before he swiftly pinned him on the bed, pressing their bodies together, rubbing their naked arousals against each other; teasingly halting when Orion started to groan, and then continuing when Orion shot him a lethal gaze promising lots of pain.
"How do you want it, whelp?" hissed Voldemort against Orion's ear, biting and licking the ear's shell. "Slow and gentle or hard and rough?"
The wizard's warm breath caressed Orion's neck, and he shivered in pleasure when hearing the hissed words. He tightly wrapped his arms around Voldemort's neck, and lustfully smiled at him.
"I want it rough," he hissed quietly, boring his eyes into the crimson ones. "It has been a long while-"
"Ah, yess," hissed Voldemort, smirking at him while he roughly caressed Orion's lower lip with a thumb, "I've been absent-minded lately during our couplings, haven't I? But so have you, my little serpent… Nevertheless, I'll rectify that today…" He tightly gripped Orion's chin, and hissed silkily, his smirk turning viciously triumphant, "And you like it when I dominate you, don't you?"
"In bed, yes," said Orion pointedly, narrowing his eyes at him. "Out of it, no; not when you behave like an overbearing Dark Lord, trying to control every aspect of my life. I'm your spouse, not a pet, and I won't have you dictating-"
"Yesss, of course," hissed Voldemort, widely smirking at him. "I understand that you want to have complete control over your life; and I accept it, as long as you inform me about your decisions. The matter about lovers is settled now, but I expect you to tell me about your actions beforehand." His grip on Orion's chin tightened, and he demanded sharply, "You will, won't you?"
"Yes," said Orion impassively, "and so will you, right?"
"Certainly," hissed Voldemort, smirking at him.
Orion nodded, not believing him, of course, since the wizard still hadn't told him about Draco's task and the break into Hogwarts. But he didn't care, he wasn't telling Voldemort about many things, either.
He certainly wasn't telling him that tomorrow he was going to the Guild to confront the Dementor and attempt to resurrect his father. He had promised Voldemort to tell him about his plans to defeat the Dementor, but he knew that Voldemort would do whatever was in his power to stop him. He was going to stand up to Voldemort now that he had the power to do it, but he was certainly not going to give the wizard reasons to prevent him from doing what he wanted. Keeping things to himself was much more cunningly efficient than fighting with Voldemort over everything he wanted to do.
Furthermore, he would inform Voldemort about certain matters when the time was right, just as he had told him about Slughorn. He had been considering telling the wizard a half-truth about the Gaunt ring; telling him that it was a Necromancer's tool that he wanted to explore and that was useless to Voldemort since the wizard had no Necromantic abilities. But he had refrained himself from doing it, since with that information the wizard would surely realize that the Hallows were real.
At present, Voldemort knew about the Elder Wand, but Orion suspected that the wizard hadn't realized what it truly was – a Hallow. The Tale of the Three Brothers, since it was a children's story, wasn't something a wizard like Voldemort would believe in or explore further. Therefore, even if Voldemort linked the Elder Wand to the mythical undefeatable wand of the Tale, he wouldn't necessary believe in the existence of the other two Hallows. Not to mention that the wizard didn't know that the brothers of the Tale were the Peverell brothers, or that 'Death' had been Morgana's and Mordred's spirits.
Furthermore, the Resurrection Stone in the Gaunt ring had the mark of the Hallows in its black depths, but that mark was widely thought to be nothing more than Grindelwald's mark, not the Peverell crest. He had only linked the mark to the Peverells because he had seen the same symbol in Ignotus' tombstone in Godric Hollow's cemetery, but he doubted that Voldemort had ever seen it.
Nevertheless, if Voldemort ever got his hands on the Elder Wand, the wizard would discover the truth. Grindelwald had told him that all the Hallows had the mark: the Resurrection Stone inside its depths, as he already knew; the Elder Wand with the tiny symbol engraved on its handle; and the Invisibility Cloak with the crest sown on its invisible hem – Orion had actually found it by touch, after learning about it.
Therefore, it wouldn't be wise to tell Voldemort any half-truth about why he wanted to keep the Gaunt ring. The less the wizard suspected about the existence of the Hallows, the better. It was troublesome enough for Voldemort to be seeking the Elder Wand. If the wizard got it and saw the Peverell crest on its handle, he would soon realize that the symbol represented the magical objects of the Tale of the Three Brothers, and the wizard would discover too much about the Hallows. And he certainly didn't need Voldemort fighting with him over them.
"You said rough, correct?" silkily hissed Voldemort, viciously smirking at him while he grounded their hips together. "I can certainly oblige… Indeed, I'll take pleasure in punishing you for your misbehavior… Repeatedly, my little serpent…"
Orion was jostled out of his musings, and he narrowed his eyes at the wizard on top of him. "I didn't misbehave, I just kissed someone, and that isn't-"
"Hush, I don't wish to hear your paltry excuses again," hissed Voldemort sharply. "The matter has been agreed on. We'll discuss it no further." He gripped Orion's chin, narrowing his crimson eyes at him. "Because if you cheat on me behind my back and break our deal, I'll find out, Orion. Even if you can remove the Black ring from your finger, I'll find out and I'll make you regret it."
"Fine," grunted Orion, "so will you if I find out you fuck someone behind my back."
"Fair enough," said Voldemort dismissively. He pierced him with his eyes, flicked his hand -though Orion didn't feel anything being casted at him- and he spread Orion's legs wide open. His darkened crimson eyes flashed, and he hissed, "Brace yourself."
And before Orion could gather his wits, Voldemort slammed his hard erection to the tilt with a brutal thrust. Orion screamed when he felt a ripping pain, since he had been utterly unprepared and the wizard hadn't casted the usual lubricating charm at him, though he could feel that the large erection throbbing inside him was slick. Voldemort didn't stop, he kept ramming inside him, with a nastily satisfied smirk on his face, the crimson eyes intently observing his face scrunched up in pain. His initial scream and subsequent pained grunts seemed to egg on Voldemort, and the wizard kept slamming in and out in a brutal pace, hissing in pleasure.
But soon enough, pain turned into intense, overpowering elation when the pleasure spot inside him was repeatedly struck, and Orion let out a throaty moan, tightly wrapping his legs around Voldemort's waist, meeting each aggressive thrust by arching up his hips.
Voldemort's long fingers reached to fondle his nipples, while the wizard kept pounding into him, harshly hissing into his neck, biting, sharply kissing and licking. They were hot up against each other, wild and savagely passionate, and Orion gripped him tighter and sank his teeth into the wizard's neck. He groaned in pleasure, with his eyes closed, when he tasted the coppery tang of Voldemort's blood; it was exquisite, as always, and he could taste the thrum of dark magic in the blood, enticing and addictive.
He heard Voldemort's groans as the wizard plunged deeper into him, roughly groping his buttock's cheeks, fingernails sinking into his tender flesh, and Orion bucked wildly against him, grounding his arousal against the wizard's hard stomach. He couldn't restrain further the dark magic animatedly swirling and surging in him, and he let it out from him, at the same time that he felt the fluttering of the rising piece of soul inside him, yearning to make a connection with Voldemort and the pendant that the wizard was wearing.
Instantly, Orion felt a mantle of darkness sweeping all around them, scintillating, while he felt Voldemort's aura of vibrating dark magic caressing and tingling on his skin, and he shivered in pleasure.
"Exquisite… so powerful," hissed Voldemort huskily in between haggard pants, gazing down at him with crimson eyes glazed over with consuming lust and desire. "I wonder how… yet, with no magical aura…"
"I'm not powerful enough for that, I guess," said Orion dizzily, the smooth lie easily rolling from his lips, since he obviously didn't want to tell him about the potion he was taking daily, or to let him know the extent of his powers, not yet.
He closed his eyes, throwing his head back and tautly arching his body, with a husky low moan ripped from his throat, when he felt Voldemort roughly plunging into him once again.
"Merlin… I've missed this… so much…" he hissed feverishly, while his body was assaulted by waves of burning pleasure and his mind was dazed by the sensation of the fluttering piece of soul inside him and by the dark magic around them; Voldemort's meshing with his, surrounding them in a cocooning, pulsing mantle of blackness.
"Open your eyes… I always want to see them while I take you," hissed Voldemort commandingly, gripping Orion's chin while he kept thrusting hard into him. "Look at me."
Dazedly, Orion slowly opened his eyes, meeting Voldemort's darkened crimson gaze, and the wizard pulled up Orion's legs. Voldemort perched them over his elbows, and he started pulling out completely and slamming back in, repeatedly, brutally and frenziedly, while he hissed in between groans and grunts of intense pleasure, "This is why – you'll always come back to me… Only I can give you this, my little serpent… Only with me, you'll feel all this… This is why we belong together – why you are mine… It doesn't matter if we share someone in bed – they'll never have this… You'll always crave me as I crave you… No one will ever make us feel all this… Do you feel it, my little serpent?"
"Yesss," choked out Orion in a voice strangled by pleasure, while he ground his hips upwards to meet the wizard's thrusts, tightening his arms around him, his mind reduced to a quivering mush of blazing sensations.
Voldemort meshed his mouth with his, keeping his wild pace, and he kissed Orion with vicious and tantalizing passion, his tongue deeply plundering Orion's mouth. And for Orion, the heated, consuming pleasure was getting too much to bear. He gripped the wizard on top of him desperately, kissing Voldemort's neck, his fingers clawing the wizard's back, while moans were ripped from his throat.
Abruptly, he found himself being roughly flipped over on his stomach, Voldemort instantly pinning him down, and firm lips descended upon his nape, biting and kissing. Immediately, Voldemort forcefully grabbed his hips, and savagely entered him from behind, slamming Orion's hips upward with every thrust, increasing the pleasure ten-fold, the pace speeding, becoming more brutal, demanding and frenzied.
And Orion allowed himself to be lost in the sensations; the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and of their groans, hisses, and moans of pleasure meshing together, along with his sharp cry when he felt the rolling waves of pleasure soaring and bursting inside his body, overloading his senses as he screamed his climax.
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He was utterly spent, ravished, satiated, and he could barely move a muscle. He had been repeatedly fucked senseless by Voldemort, always brutally and savagely, but that had been exactly what he had wanted and asked for. He definitely hadn't complained.
Now, he was languidly soaking inside the huge bathtub of Voldemort's bathroom, with his back pressed against the wizard's broad chest. His drenched locks of hair were being carded by Voldemort's long fingers, while he sighed in contentment, with closed eyes and his head resting on the wizard's shoulder.
The fingers caressing his hair closed in a fist, and his head was slowly pulled further back, and Orion opened his eyes to gaze through his eyelashes at the smoldering, crimson eyes staring at him.
A smirk was playing on Voldemort's lips, and a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. Quietly, he turned inside Voldemort's embracing arms to face him, disturbing the warm water rippling and lapping all around them. He settled himself on the wizard's lap and wrapped his arms around Voldemort's neck, while he pushed his tongue into the wizard's mouth, biting the lower lip and pulling on the plump flesh.
He felt Voldemort's tongue meeting to his own, sliding against it, hot and wet, while the wizard placidly groaned into their locked mouths. But his eyes were still open, holding Voldemort's crimson gaze. The wizard's handsome features were relaxed, his expression tranquilly and openly content, while he tightened his arms around Orion.
And finally, Orion made up his mind. Calypso and Kara had been right, he shouldn't fear saying it to him, for he knew it was true; he felt it intensely, deep inside, and it wasn't something that would ever change, no matter what happened in the future. And he wanted to hear it back, for surely the wizard had to feel the same way. It was high-time that he said it; perhaps, it would ease matters for them. Perhaps, if Voldemort knew, the terrible visions wouldn't come true.
He gazed at Voldemort's face and tenderly caressed the wizard's cheek, then smoothly slid his fingers along the strong jaw, his eyes following the journey of his touch, and he finally ended by caressing the commissure of the wizard's lips, which had curved upwards into a placid smile.
He sunk his eyes into Voldemort's crimson gaze and smiled back at him, before he pressed his lips to the wizard's.
"I love you," he whispered against Voldemort's mouth, so softly that he could barely hear himself, as if he was speaking directly to Voldemort's soul without the need for words.
Abruptly, Voldemort stiffened, his face became unreadable, his expression a blank mask, and Orion found himself being unceremoniously pushed away, as Voldemort stood up and left the bathtub.
Startled, Orion floundered in the deep bathtub, splashing water all around the bathroom, before he gripped the smooth stone edges of the tub, glancing up at the towering wizard in front of him.
Voldemort had draped a bathrobe around his nude body, and he wore a cold expression on his face while he narrowed his crimson eyes at Orion.
"That's the afterglow of sex speaking," hissed Voldemort sharply. "That's lust and desire. Don't allow yourself to be confused."
"I'm not confused!" said Orion vehemently passionate. "I was being sincere and I want you to say it to me-"
"That I love you?" sneered Voldemort with disgust and outrage. "Love is for pathetic muggles, boy! Not for powerful wizards like us." His expression turned thunderous, his crimson eyes glinting with fury, and he spat, "Love is a weakness! Something which doesn't ail either of us, for sure. What you feel is lust, nothing more! And I certainly don't love you or anyone else!"
A stricken expression flashed across Orion's face, the wizard's words and reaction stabbing him with a searing spasm of deep-rooted hurt; feeling an intense kind of pain he had never felt before in his life. He felt as if something inside him was trying to smother him, tightly coiling around his chest and throat, sinking him in a miasma of anguished sorrow and wrecking pain. For a fleeting instance, he wanted to let out a piercing scream, to plunge his fist into the cold face before him, to curse the wizard black and blue, to yell until he was hoarse. But instantly, he masked his face, making sure no sign of his chaotic, pained feelings was apparent, and he jumped out of the bathtub.
Mutely, Orion turned his back on the wizard while he snatched a bathrobe, quickly putting it on. He felt his shoulders rigid, his back stiff, and his whole body suddenly cold. There was an empty void inside him, making him feel as if he was an automaton playing the part of a human.
Suddenly, Voldemort grabbed Orion's shoulders, spinning him around.
He tightly clutched Orion's chin, roughly lifting it up, and hissed in a deadly tone of voice, "You told me yourself that our marriage was one of convenience, a political union between two powerful bloodlines, between the most powerful dark wizards – you and I- in order to unite and lead the Dark. Remember?"
Orion stiffly nodded, and Voldemort continued sharply, piercing him with cold crimson eyes, "I care for you, you're the only person I like to spend time with, you'll bear our heir, and you're my spouse, but that's it. From the start, I told you how things would work between us. I don't love and I don't do romance. I warned you about this since the beginning. You accepted it and agreed." His grip on Orion's chin tightened, and he hissed quietly, "What you feel is lust, nothing more, my little serpent. You are young and inexperienced, thus, it's understandable that you made this mistake. Now, you know, so don't allow yourself to be confused again. Understood?"
"Yes," gritted out Orion. He straightened his shoulders, leveled him with a cold gaze, and added tonelessly, "You're right, of course. It was the afterglow. I didn't mean it."
"Good," hissed Voldemort sharply. "I'll pretend I never heard it." He released Orion and took a step back, adding quietly, "You can stay and rest in my bedroom if you want. I have things to do. I'll come by later."
He flipped a hand and something small came shooting from the bedroom. Voldemort grabbed it, and thrusted into Orion's hands.
"Don't lose this," he hissed curtly, piercing him with narrowed crimson eyes. "Even if you cancelled its non-removability spell and even if you don't like the monitoring spell it has, I want you to wear it, since it's the only way I have to summon you and the only way you have to come to me."
And without another word, the wizard swiftly turned around and stalked out from the bathroom, leaving Orion rooted in his place, his posture rigid while he clutched the Black Heir ring in a tight fist, his knuckles turning white.
He heard the door of the bedroom being slammed shut, and his shoulders dropped and his mask-like face crumbled. He swallowed hard against the tight, painful clench in his throat, and he started to repeatedly take in deep, choked breaths. But when he felt the prickle of tears behind his eyes, it was the last straw for him and he forced himself to snap into coolness, furiously rubbing his eyes, angry at himself.
He had been pathetic and foolish; he should have never listened to girls' advice. What did girls know about these things, anyway? Nothing at all; girls were stupidly romantic most of times. They certainly didn't know how the dynamics of his relationship with Voldemort worked.
What had possessed him to say such thing? What had he expected? Of course that Voldemort didn't love! It was laughable. The wizard would never understand or comprehend, much less allow himself to feel a weakness, as he called it.
Orion's jaw tightly clenched. No, Voldemort didn't love him or anyone else, and that was fine by him. He inwardly sneered. He didn't need Voldemort's love! His mind lurched forward with fierce determination... If he wanted warm and fuzzy feelings he would have Lezander; if he wanted friendship, companionship, and something deeper in the future, he had Draco; and if he wanted consuming, passionate sex he had Voldemort. The three of them were completely his! Never mind that he really loved Voldemort, he would never again admit it. And he wouldn't fight against his own desires either; he wanted Draco, he would have him, and he wanted Lezander as well. He was bonded to both wizards in different, irreversible ways, therefore, he had the right to claim them as his own.
Moreover, if he wanted to experience wild sex then he had his new insane agreement with Voldemort; threesomes in the future - right! That was fine by him, as well. No, it was more than that; it was perfect! He could choose whomever he wanted and he could reject those chosen by Voldemort; he would decide when and with whom. He would fuck and be fucked by whomever he wanted, and as many times as he liked. It would be indeed many times, and he would take great pleasure in it. Let it not be said that the current Head of the Noble House of Black wasn't the cold, devious, unfeeling bastard that everyone wanted him to be. He would be cold with Voldmemort, and he would give his affections to those who corresponded them, if he got something out of it. If that was how Voldemort wanted things, then he would give as much as he received, and he would enjoy himself in the process.
Angrily, Orion ripped the bathrobe from his body and summarily accioed his Death and Life wand while he stalked into the bedroom. Quickly, he casted drying spells on his body and hair, and flicked his wand to spread his discarded clothes on the four-poster bed.
His robes were torn and bloodied from his duel with Voldemort, so he had to spend some time casting cleaning and mending spells. Finally, when they were presentable enough, he quickly clothed himself.
Orion dug his hand into a pocket, plucking out the necklace he never wore in Voldemort's presence; the portkey Remus had given him, a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a large dog, a stag and a transformed werewolf, all bunched together. He unclasped the necklace and threaded the chain through the Black Heir ring, so that it hung with the pendant.
Swiftly, he clasped the necklace around his neck and tucked it under his shirt. He would feel the burning of his Black Heir ring when Voldemort summoned him, but if he didn't wear it around his finger, he was certain that the monitoring spell on the ring wouldn't be activated if he had intimate contact with someone. And he could easily lift the chain so that the Black Heir ring didn't touch him, and thus, so that it didn't portkey him away if Voldemort activated it from his end.
He stalked towards a corner of the bedroom and stood in front of a large, full-bodied gilded mirror, closely inspecting his appearance and liking what he saw. His face was a mask of stoic coldness, and he exuded superb impassiveness and fierce self-confidence.
Smirking, he turned around and snatched a black cloak from Voldemort's closet, clasping it around his shoulders and pulling the hood over his head, so that his face wouldn't be seen. He still had a few more things to discuss with Voldemort and he didn't want any roaming Death Eaters to see him. He wasn't in the mood for it; he could very well kill one of them if irked.
Straightening his shoulders, he forcefully opened the door and left the bedroom, intent on demanding some things from his 'dear, loving spouse'. And by Merlin that someday Voldemort would rue his words.
