True Allegiances

By: Jessarie

A/N: This chapter may be slightly disappointing for some of you as it is not how many would expect it to go. I hope no one hates me too badly for it and happy reading :) Also if a M/M sexual situation offends you, kindly click your back button. Flames will be baked into cookies and given to my amazing reviewers!

Chapter 15: A Death, Great Joy

It was not the way Tom, Harry or anyone else expected it to happen. Tom had at least figured he would get in some good torture before the old coot died, but no that blasted man had to go and die in his sleep of all things. That's right. Albus Dumbledore, one of the most manipulative wizards ever to live died in his sleep three days after being locked in Tom's dungeon. No one shed a tear at the discovery. Albus was transferred to a muggle cemetery after his powers were stripped from him. Just to be sure he was dead the minister had told everyone in his press release.

The night of his death, Tom found the most unusual way to celebrate. He noticed Harry in their now joint rooms sitting on the sofa reading a book, probably obtained from his own extensive library. He smirked closing and warding the door behind him. A silently as he could he approached the back of the couch. Slipping down, he kissed the pale neck, exposed for once because Harry had put his hair up.

Harry smiled. "Hello, Tom." he said turning slightly and tilting his head to the side. Tom grinned and littered the skin with light kisses. Harry groaned. Tom slid his tongue over the throbbing pulse point and sucked the skin into his mouth. He nibbled around the prize in his mouth before releasing it.

Harry turned his head for a kiss and was immediately given what he sought. Their tongues glided over once another ins such a show of passion and love, that anyone within distance would have been burnt. Tom's tongue touched the roof of Harry's mouth, slowly dragging the pleasure filled moans out of him. Harry pulled back as the kiss tapered off. He looked up into blood red eyes so full of love and he knew.

"Tom?" he questioned. "Yes, my Harry?" Tom answered.

"Make love to me." Harry whispered sounding like a gong in the quiet room. Tom's breath caught in his throat and he made a sound like a cross between a growl and a moan. Harry smiled his pulsing picking up in anticipation. "Are you..." Tom started to ask when a hand covered his mouth and bright green eyes glowed. "Don't ask. I am so very sure and I have never in my life been more sure of anything else." Harry said leaning in for another kiss.

Moments later I found myself on my back staring up into the eyes I loved almost as much as the man who bore them. The bed was soft and the sheets cool on my warm skin I discovered as slow, gentle hands began removing my clothing. When I was naked and flushed beyond all belief, Tom stood and smirked at me. Merlin, how I love that smirk. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt never breaking eye. Each button felt like a lifetime and I watched riveted to the scene before me as the Dark Lord stripped before me. His pants were off quicker than the shirt. I personally think he was getting a little anxious, but he will never admit it. I could see the tent in his boxers, surprised he had actually worn some today. I smiled and raised a finger beckoning him back to the bed. He came to me, more than willing. The kiss that followed was a mess of teeth and tongues. It became a battle for dominance which after a few moments of exploration, I was happy to relinquish.

Tom started slow. I think he is more nervous than I am. He kissed and licked my neck and chest, nibbling occasionally. It didn't take long for him to reach the throbbing erection between my legs. I am hot. So hot I feel as though a fire has been ignited into the pit of my stomach and the eruption is just waiting to happen. I am moaning now as the talented tongue circles my cock. I can't hold back for long. I am panting now with just the effort of hold back. The pressure builds and builds until I can't take it anymore. I come feeling Tom swallow as my mind grows fogging in the aftermath. He is crawling up the bed now and lying down. His chest pressed to my back. I can feel his own cock pressing into the crack of my arse. I shift back slightly.

"Patience, Harry." He whispers. I nod. His hand is stroking my hip now and Merlin is it making me hard again. "Things will be less painful since you already came once." he says still whispering as though afraid he will scare me away. I roll over onto my back once more and turn my head smiling at him. He nods and resumes his precious position between my thighs.

The kissing begins all over again and I find now even as I think it, that my cock is hardening once more. I moan in pure bliss as his mouth works me back to the pinnacle of pleasure. I watch with heavy eyes now as his hand raises and the drawer next to the bed opens and a jar shoots out. I can see Sev's writing on the side, his personal label. I blush knowing he probably made it just for this occasion. Tom smirks and leans down kissing me once more.

I find that the finger covered in lubrication is not unpleasant as it circles my opening. Tom locks eyes with me now as the finger breaches the one place that now one, myself included has ever touched. I feel it now as he slowly pumps that single finger in and out of me. It does not hurt, yet, but it is a new feeling. I am unsure how best to describe it. I watch the blood red eyes glitter before me as the finger pulls almost all the way out. When it returns another has joined it. I feel a slight twinge up my spine, but it passes quickly as the feeling of Tom threatens to overwhelm. He crooks his finger slightly pulling at my insides. It is uncomfortable and then his finger brushes something inside of me. I feel such a rush of pure pleasure I scream. I can't breath around it. It is suffocating in it's intensity. I come back to myself and see Tom's grin. "That is your prostrate, or sweet spot." he says softly. "Would you like me to do it again?" he asks.

I think he knows how much I do, but I speak anyway. "Please." I say smiling again until his fingers move slightly and the smile changes to another scream. Even though I knew it was coming, I still can't handle the amount of pleasure that once single brush of fingers can give to me. Tom pumps his fingers some more and I know what is going to happen now. He adds a third. It is painful. I know by the look he is giving me that he can see that pain. I try to smile and he slowly enters with those fingers. My eyes squeeze shut only to fly back open as he touches my sweet spot once more. It does what I think he meant for it to. It distracts me from the fingers pumping and stretching me.

The fingers pull back and leave completely. I groan at their loss. My arse feels empty and gaping without them. Tom stands and removes his boxers. Taking the lubrication in hand, he applies what I believe to be a liberal amount. I see the pleasure on his face as he strokes himself, spreading the viscous liquid over his throbbing cock. He meets my eyes for a single moment before returning to the bed. I find hands on my hips as a pillow is pulled under them. I feel Tom's cock nudging me as he positions himself. He pauses and looks at me questioningly. Like he wants to ask me if I am sure and I smile at him.

He nods once and presses his lips to mine. I open to the kiss as I feel him gently push forward. It burns sending shocks of pain up my spine. I try to keep myself together. He pulls out of the kiss slowly inching himself forward inside me. I feel something warm and wet grace my cheek. I realize I am crying. I don't know when the last time I cried was. I can feel Tom within me now. He is long and thick. Bigger than what he looks like. His cock is stretching every muscle my arse possess. I feel his balls hit me and he stops moving all together. I meet the red eyes with my own and stare into them. "Just wait a moment." he whispers.

We sit like that. I feel him inside me and I now he must feel me all around him. I don't know how long we have been like this, but suddenly I realize much of the pain is gone. The initial burn of being stretched has left me. I feel Tom. Only Tom in me possessing me in a way no one ever has before. I take a deep breath and meet his eyes once again. "Move." I say. His eyes widen and he asks. "You sure?" I nod and say. "Please, Tom. Move." he complies with my request. Slowly easing himself out and back in. I feel it. All of it. Every bump and ridge of his cock every splash of pre-come drips into me. I smile. He begins a steady rhythm of slow thrusts.

I know my face is probably showing my awe. "Faster." I whisper into the silence. Tom looks shocked, but his thrusts speed up a bit. It is nothing I have ever experienced before. I can't help the moan that comes forth. Tom is smiling. Suddenly, his cock nudges my sweet spot and I see stars behind my eyelids. When did I close those? I know I screamed because I can hear Tom's chuckle. He continues thrusting aiming specifically for that spot. It is different with his cock than the fingers. The pleasure increases with the thrusts of his cock that fingers cannot compensate for. I am panting, moaning, and screaming at intervals known only to me.

His pace quickens once more and it takes only a few more thrusts before the doormat volcano of pleasure I have been holding within erupts into pearly white strands over my stomach. A jet of it hits my chin. I come harder than I ever have before as my cock remains untouched. I open my eyes as I return from the bliss of orgasm. Tom is still pumping. He looks so good. His head is thrown back suddenly and his eyes roll into his head. He growls and I feel a warm wetness fill me. I watch the pleasure fill his face.

Sweating profusely he collapses onto my sticky chest. I wrap my arms around him grinning like a loon. "I love you." I whisper. We stay like that a few moments before Tom raises his head. "I love you too, my Harry." he responds. I expect he is going to kiss me now, but no. He leans forward and lick the splash of come from my chin. I laugh. I can't help it. I do get my kiss as he pulls his softening cock from within me. We lay in each others arms, almost fully at peace with ourselves.

Harry awoke the next morning sore in places he had never been sore before. Tom was not in the bed, but a sweet note was lying on the pillow.

My Harry,

Sorry to leave you after last night, but Dark Lord duty calls. Meet me in my study after you eat something. The blue liquid on the nightstand is a pain potion. Take it before you eat or I will stick Severus on you.

All my love,

Tom

Harry did as instructed downing the potion before going for a shower. He emerged a few minutes later feeling much cleaner. He called for a house elf and eats a quick breakfast before heading out to find Tom.

He knocked on the study door. "Come in." Tom's voice called out. Harry smiled and opened the door. Severus, Sirius, and Lucius sit in comfy chairs before the desk. Tom is in his own chair behind it. Papers are strewn all over the surface. "Am I interrupting?" Harry asked. Tom shook his head and held out a hand. Harry smiled once more and stepped around the desk to take it. He is un-shocked to be pulled into Tom's lap. They resume their meeting. Harry tunes out until he hears Lucius say something about Ryder.

"What is going on?" Harry asks interrupting once more. Tom nods to Lucius who produces a copy of the Daily Prophet. Harry reads the headline.

"Ryder Rhea Parker: Missing or Dead?"

'Sources say that no one has seen Miss Parker for almost a month. We reported after receiving an anonymous letter that Miss Parker was under supervision from the ministry for being suspected of being the consort to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We can only hope that she has come to her senses and left the monster behind.'

Harry laughed. "Well, I think they are quite wrong. Why don't we just tell everyone. They already know Dumbledore is dead. If it comes out that Harry Potter is aligned with you, no one will think of challenging you. You will have won." Harry said directing his response to Tom. The others looked thoughtful.

"Okay." Tom said. "We will announce it next week." he paused. "Did you take the vial?" he asked Harry who nodded. Severus frowned. "What vial?" he asked. "Blue, pain potion." Harry responded immediately. "And why would you need a pain potion?" Severus asked. "I was a little sore this morning." Harry answered making eye contact with his father. Severus eyes widened before he nodded. "If you feel anymore pain later or it gets worse, I also have cream brewed that will help." Harry's resulting grin was blindingly bright. "Thanks, dad." he quipped causing chuckles all around.

Harry Potter finally felt true joy.

A/N: Well, there is your slash scene! Was the POV change confusing or okay? There will probably be one more chapter of this and then an epilogue, so say with me :)