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The Dark Prince	By : Roxxanne-Spinner Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, I'm not getting any money from writing this either

Chapter List
- 1-The Dark Prince
- 2-At The Party
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A tortured scream filled the throne room.

Insane giggles followed.

The smell of burning flesh everywhere, mixing with the Metallic sent of Blood.

More sobbing and screams came with more crazed laughter. The robed figure fires another curse at the tortured bloody body in the center of the room. A strong arm wraps around the smaller frame. The figure stops their insane laughter and sighs contently, leaning back into the strong chest that moved behind them. A deep chuckle comes from the person behind the smaller, almost feminine, frame.

"That’s enough, My Prince. I'm quite sure our guest will give us the answers we want now. Correct, Mr. Anderson?"

The man on the ground, Mr. Blaine Anderson, screamed in fury as he tried and failed to lift his wand to cast a curse at the two.

"You fucking scum...I'll never give up any information about the light to the motherfucking bitch Dark Lord and his little slut." The man wheezed foolishly. Tom's eyes flashed as he heard the insult toward his lover, just as said lovers eyes did when the man insulted Tom. The Dark Prince calmly held a hand in front of Tom, telling him to let him handle this. Tom nodded at his lover who smirked slightly at him, green eyes glittering evilly behind his pearly white half mask.

The click of sharp pointed 4 inch thigh high boots rang through the deadly silence that had befallen the throne room after the man spoke himself into his own grave. He stopped in front of the man, looming above him. Slowly he lifted his foot to place it on the man’s chest, directly above his heart and nudging a few broken ribs. He pressed down slightly on his chest, his heel piercing the skin and drawing blood. The man screamed in pain as the heel dug deeper into his chest and the other foot nudged him slightly in one of his broken ribs. The Prince bent at the waist over and slowly raised one small pale delicate hand to his face, his long sharp black painted nails glinting in the dim light of the room. The Prince smirked cruelly at the man as he lightly caressed the man’s bloodied cheek with the tip of his nails.

"Mr. Anderson, I do believe you'll live to regret your previous words. Wait, I'm sorry, you won’t live to regret them because I'll kill you. You see, my nails aren't just for show, oh no. Do you see how the paint is slightly green tinted on my right hand and purple on my left?" As he said this he held each hand in front of the man’s face. Tom smirked at his lover’s actions, knowing exactly what they meant.

"I make my own Polish. Out of...unique...ingredients, you could say. One is deadly, seeing as it’s the venom from a basilisk, and we all know how slow and painful of a death that'll be." He widened his eyes innocently and batted his eyelashes cutely as he said the death part, as if he had nothing to do with it and wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy.

"The other one, is a antidote that will restore all injuries caused by anything and will fully restore ones health." The Prince continued.

A pout came across his face as he huffed. "The only reason I have it is because my lover thinks something will happen to me and I'll need it, apparently he thinks I'll somehow end up in a situation where I'm near death or I might poke myself with my poisoned nails."

Tom chuckled from where he was “I only suggested it for your safety, love."

The Prince sighed cutely, "I suppose so. At any rate, I want you, Mr. Anderson, to play a game with me. Will you? Please." The prince gave his best puppy eyes and pouted at the man.

"What sort of game?" The foolish man asked.

The prince Giggled slightly. "Just a guessing game."

The man was still skeptical but nodded anyway. The Prince grinned and giggled happily at getting his way.

"Here are the rules; You get to choose which hand will heal and which will kill. If you choose the hand with the antidote, I'll heal you and you can leave and do whatever the fuck you want with your life. If you choose the hand with venom, then you tell us what we want and I may or may not kill you...hell I might even let my mom have her fun with you." He pointed to Bellatrix when he mentioned his mother, who grinned insanely back. The man swallowed and nodded nervously, winching as the prince dug his heel a little deep into his chest. His eyes darted from one hand to the other for a minute before he finally chose his left hand. The Prince chuckled.

"What made you choose this one?"

The man held his chin up as he spoke. "Because venom of all kinds are green or yellow, while most healing salves are purple, blue, or red." He said smugly.

The Prince nodded. "Hmmm...Interesting. Well, you’re wrong. Basilisk venom is completely different from any other. Basilisks are not ordinary creatures, seeing as how they are born when rooster lays a yolkless egg and toads steal them and bury them in piles of Roc dung, they tend to have the same color venom as the Roc's claws and beak whose dung pile they were under. My sweet Couleuvre was hatched under a Roc with Purple claws and beak. She's also thousands of years old so you know her venom is very strong and deadly."

The Prince stood up and giggled at the pain filled scream the man released as he roughly yanked his heel out of his chest. Blood fell out of the wound, tempting The Prince. He slowly reached down and swiped one finger in the blood, bringing it to his lips and licking it slowly while locking eyes with Tom. The Dark Prince smirked at his lover before looking at the battered man.

"Hmm, your blood tastes pretty good. I've had better, and O negative isn't my favorite, but it’s not horrible. I might not kill you...hm. We’ll see."

The Prince grabbed the man’s face. "So, my dear, what exactly is that stupid Order of the Spontaneously Combusting Dodo Birds planning?"

He glared at The Prince but said nothing. The Prince narrowed his eyes at the man. He raised his wand at the man. 'Crucio' left his lips. The man screamed in agony as the prince crucioed him, then proceeded to cast other pain inducing spells, one being a spell that makes it so your body is hypersensitive, so all the pain he felt was worse than it normally would be. Finally, Anderson passed out from the pain.

"Enerviate."

He jerked up and cried out in pain, falling back again. The Prince smirked.

"Are you ready to tell us what your little flock of flaming headless chickens is planning?"

The man gulped and nodded, quickly and painfully telling them everything he knew. Which was a lot, but not everything.

The Prince resumed his place next to his lover, instead of sitting in his own throne; he sat elegantly down in Tom's lap. He crossed his legs and wiggled around on his lovers lap, 'accidentally' brushing his cock multiple times. Tom growled and rested his hand on his thigh, gripping it in warning. The Prince just smirked and kissed him on the cheek. Tom looked at Anderson,

"It seems you have served your purpose...you've supplied me with some interesting information, Mr. Anderson. Now, I wonder, what shall i do with you? Let you live..." Anderson nodded his head, wincing at the pain it caused. "Or let my love have his fun with you?"

The man whimpered and shook his head pleadingly, his eyes begging. The Prince sighed tiredly and tipped his head back, his long hair swaying in its pony tail, pale neck bared.

"Ugh...He bores me. I have no need to play with him." The Prince turned his emeralds toward the older man, a smirk on his red lips.

"However I think mom would love to have some fun...after you do, Tom."

Tom raised an eye brow, "And why is that, my sweet?"

The Prince ran his hands slowly from Tom's chest to his neck, wrapping his arms around it. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against the man’s ear.

"Because you know how much I love it when you torture someone...the way your eyes glow and shine with mirth, the power and strength that you radiate from every pore, that cruel, evil, powerful smirk you get when you hear the pained screams and cries of your victim..." He purred, grinding his bottom on Tom's crotch. Tom's breath hitched slightly as he tried to hold in a groan.

"I just love watching you, Tom. It gets me so hot, watching you look so powerful and dominating...it makes me want you in me, taking me as hard and as fast as possible, dominating me." The Prince moaned.

Tom nodded and kissed the prince hard on the lips, them quickly pulled away and faced his followers.

"The Prince has made his decision...I shall have my fun...then Bellatrix may have hers."

Bellatrix's insane laughter rang out throughout the throne room, soon joined by her son's equally as insane laughter. The occupants of the room (minus Tom of course) shivered and shuddered at the terrifying sounds.

The dark haired teen squirmed and moaned in Tom's lap as he tortured Anderson viciously, already having cast a spell on him so that he wouldn't die until Bellatrix had finished with him. Tom smirked cruelly at the man as he cast another painful curse on him, this one severing his shaft from his balls. The Prince threw his head back onto Tom's shoulder as his older lover kissed and bit at it. Finally Tom finished with the man and wrapped his arms around the Princes waist. He pulled away from his neck.

"Bellatrix, your turn. My Prince and I shall take our leave now. You all may leave or stay in your guest room. Do not disturb us for the rest of the day."

Bellatrix giggled and wiggled her fingers at them. "Bye-Bye Boys! Tom don't be too rough on my baby now!"

The Prince gave am answering insane giggle to his mother as he and Tom Appaerated away.

Tom smirked down at his lover as he removed the mask from his face. He pressed a deep kiss to his soft red lips, his tongue dominating the younger’s. The Prince moaned and whimpered as Tom moved away. Tom chuckled.

"Harry."
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