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That which we make for ourselves	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 38078 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-That which we make for ourselves
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-ch 25 - provisional
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 12
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- 14
This place reminded him very much of Malfoy Manor.. if anything it was less
ostentatiously decorated but there was still that luxurious opulence.�

He felt somehow smaller.. more
tawdry in the face of it. �

It irritated him to feel that way.�

He usually ended up cursing Abraxas soon after he had been
to the manor � it was a kind of itch he needed to scratch..
needed to bring the blond aristocrat down a notch to
remind himself that he was superior to his servant in every way.�

Grindelwald led them both down a
long hall to another great oak door.� The
handle flashed dimly when he touched it.�

A massive oaken bed came into view as the door opened and Tom
felt his innards grow cold again as the reality of what he had done returned
once more.�

Slave.� That was what he was..� he
had sold himself to Grindelwald.�

�Come..� he was instructed.�

He obeyed, stepping further into the room and stopping.�

�Calm yourself, Marvolo.. I will not hurt you today, I think.� The great wizard
offered absently, removing his thick cape and sending it to the wardrobe.�

His words had the opposite effect on Tom.�
His concern increased severalfold.�

He was not a virgin..the muggle
caretaker at the orphanage � Mr Phipps - �had seen to that by the time he was five.�

The man�s attentions had continued until last year, when he had in his anger
accidentally tripped him wandlessly and sent him hurtling down the stairs �
much as he had Caed �except that by the time the
revolting old pederast had landed, his head had been facing the wrong
direction.�

It had not been satisfying.�

The man had escaped too lightly.� He should have been tortured for years for
the things he had done.�

Seeing that he had escaped into death had infuriated Tom.� He had since worked concentratedly
on his wandless magic to bring it under control.�

The ministry arrived shortly after the caretaker�s death,
alerted by the use of magic, but had found no wand and in the face of Tom�s
distraught act concluded that the use was accidental.�

They then called Dumbledore and Tom had had to explain again to the bastard what had happened.�

Dumbledore had looked at him disapprovingly.

�I understand that you were ..upset,
Tom and had no control over your magic � So I think that this can be overlooked
this once.� If it ever happens again �
you will be bound against using magic
and banished from the wizarding world.��

He had nodded and thanked him; the words burning like acid
in his throat.�

Dumbledore had known
for years what he was sending tom back to � Tom had told him in second year �
asked him..begged him..not to
send him back to the orphanage.� The
files in the infirmary clearly showed the evidence of beatings, rape and
starvation over a long period.� It was
undeniably clear.� But Dumbledore had
only insisted that he could do nothing and that such trials built character. �

Tom heard in his mind the disgusting groans of the muggle as
he held him down and split him open.. he remembered the man�s hot sweat dripping down onto his
back.�

Character. �

Dumbledore disapproved of his character now.�

He had no right!!�

He jumped half a foot into the air when Grindelwald�s
hand came down on his bare shoulder unexpectedly, turning his face away and
trying to plaster a blank expression back over the horror and aversion he was
feeling.�

His face was turned back, not unkindly and he took in the fact that the older
wizard had, while he was going down the haunted back alleys of memory lane,
undressed.�

He blinked, disorientated at the naked.. and visibly aroused..
wizard before him. �

Grindelwald was large and
muscular.� It appeared he was as
particular about training his physical strength as Tom himself.� He had a light dusting of blonde hair on his
chest that trailed away down his abdomen down to darker blond pubic hair.�

He looked like a man.�

Tom had only ever seen one man naked.. his voluntary
partners were all still boy�s like himself. �

�..sorry.� he managed in a croak, apologising for flinching
away at the wizard�s touch.�

He sucked in an alarmed breath when Grindelwald
stroked his collarbone again lightly�

�Be still..� the man instructed him
softly.

He felt fingertips feathering down his chest.� There was an intelligent calculating
expression in the cobalt blue eyes of the older man.�

�You have been hurt in the past, It seems.��

Tom hesitated and then nodded once.�� The man nodded back slowly and then seemed
to start.� His eyes widened.

�It was not Albus?!� he demanded alarmed.�

Tom shook his head.�
�No.� ..he
never touched me...�

He ...refused when I asked for his help - sent me back to the one who did over
and over again��

The corner of the blonde wizard�s mouth twitched downward in
disgust. �What has become of him?!� He would never
have done such a thing when..�

the deep voice trailed off into a sigh as his warm hand stroked over Tom�s neck
and down to his chest lightly.�

�I will be careful with you today, Marvolo.� You will learn I am not the man that you fear
in your mind��

Tom couldn�t prevent himself from snarling back �I don�t fear him!!��

The older man nodded, seemingly understanding.� His voice was light when he next spoke,
stepping nearer. �

�Then come.. let me enjoy
you.. let yourself
enjoy this.��

His arms wound around Tom�s waist and pulled him against his body.�

As Grindelwald bent his head down
to kiss along his neck and shoulder, Tom tried to relax.� It felt good.�

It felt very much like what he had felt with Zander,
Calyx, Adorno..what he would
soon enjoy with Caed.�

Grindelwald...Gellert..
sucked gently on a spot below his ear and Tom felt his
breath catch unevenly.�

�yes..� he whispered.�

As if he had offered permission, the man�s hands explored him, tracing the
muscles of his back and sides.�

He took the opportunity that seemed to be on offer to do the same and could
feel large hard muscles bunch on the man�s smooth back.� The blond hairs on his chest tickled against
tom�s own hairless one.�

He didn�t even realise his trousers and underwear had been
vanished till he felt skin against his own stiffening member.�

Gellerts hand stroked down his
spine and over one cheek of his arse, lingering and cupping him for a moment
before moving on.�

Tom shifted on his feet slightly, feeling his erection pressing against the
thick shaft of the older wizard.

�Come� the low accented voice growled against his ear and he
was pulled gently as the man stepped back toward the bed.�

�Come..� Gellert
instructed him again, a faint smile on his lips.� Tom followed hesitantly, realising that he did feel calmer.�

At the side of the bed Gellert
turned and placed a hand on his shoulder pressing him downward slightly.� �On your knees, boy.�� he urged
quietly.�

Understanding, and not particularly bothered by this, Tom let himself drop down
lightly, turning his face up to the dark wizard.

It did not escape his notice that Gellert Grindelwald�s cock was thick and quite long.� Much more of a mouthful than Caed�s had been..

Calyx had been longer � the boy was practically deformed, his cock was so long
� rumours about it had been the reason Tom had sought him out and seduced
him.� Curiosity.�

But Calyx cock was strangely slender where Grindelwald�s
was thick and veined.� He tried not to
think about how it would probably tear him up when the man penetrated him.�

�You know what to do..� the german accent reminded him. �Or are you waiting for specific
instruction?� Take me in your mouth, Marvolo.�

Tom brought his eyes down the older wizard�s body to the
cock pointing him in the face.� He leaned
in and started to bathe it with his tongue slowly to get it nice and wet
first.�

He could hear Grindelwald breathing deeply above and
tilted his face lower, rubbing his nose at the slick shaft as he caught a large
heavy ball on his tongue.� He felt a hand
stroke his hair appreciatively.�

�Gut..sehr
gut.� Lutsch es��
The man�s voice was different in his own tongue, tom noticed
again.� Deeper still.� Smoother.�

He obliged and sucked the fat ball into his mouth gently,
rolling it on his tongue.� There was a
soft groan from above.�

He repeated the process with the other ball and returned to licking the large
cock slowly, here and there kissing and flickering his
tongue over it rapidly.�

When Grindelwald
urged him impatiently. ��Suck, boy!..�� Tom obeyed, although he would have preferred
to tease a lot longer.� He traced the
head of the thick cock with the tip of his tongue, flicking at the slit gently
and then inserting his tongue.�

The hand stroking his head tightened and Grindelwald
took his own cock in hand forcing it deep into Tom�s mouth.

�I do not require.. persuading.�� The deep
voice above growled. �I am not one of your schoolboys.�

But you do not know.� I will teach you
what I want from you in time�

Tom raised his eyes up to the man, forcing his throat to
relax as Grindelwald pushed deeper still, the hand
fisted in his hair relaxing again and stroking him. �

He swallowed against the massive organ and started to suck, moving when he felt
the hand would allow it and gasping breath through his nose when he could.�

It felt a little strange.. off
balance.� He enjoyed doing this but he
was always in control when he sucked another boy�s cock..

it was an act of power � he could make them weak with
little effort and they could do nothing.�

He never tolerated
anyone grabbing at his head or setting the pace themselves, binding them or
moving away when they tried.�

This was very different.� He could not
use magic against the man whose thick cock was burying itself repeatedly, and forcefully, in his throat and he could
not move away � he had no doubt that something painful would happen if he
tried. ��

His jaw and throat ached already.�

Was this what his partners felt like, he wondered
absently.� He hated the feeling.� Helplessness.�

It reminded him of being a child.. being
forced..

Grindelwald�s hand stroked gently
through his hair again and he heard the man�s breathing speeding.�

He cast a wandless slicking spell on his fingers and juggled Grindelwald�s heavy balls in his fingers gently.�

Exploratively he traced a finger
of his other hand back past the man�s perenium to
circle his anus.� The hand in his hair
tightened again warningly but it seemed the small touch had pushed him over the
edge.� Tom felt the rushing feeling in
the base of the thick cock against his lips. Half a second later, with a deep
groan of release, the man was spilling down his throat and he was forced to swallow
frantically over and over in order not to choke.�

Grindelwald held him tightly in place and Tom sucked
as hard as he was able.�

He heard the man panting above him and the hand in his hair loosened again,
patting him absently.�

He needed to breathe but made himself remain where he
was.� It was a blessed relief when Grindelwald straightened slightly and pulled his softening
shaft from between Tom�s lips.

�Very good..� the voice was rough and sated; He had pleased him it
seemed.� �Get on the bed.. �

Tom rose to his feet silently, his eyes lowered.� Surely the wizard couldn�t go again so
soon.� He was..older..
men lost their sexual stamina somewhat as they aged, didn�t
they?�

He complied with the order, climbing onto the bed and kneeling, resting back on
his heels.�

He didn�t flinch at the hands that gripped his shoulders
gently, urging him down to lie on his back but neither did he look at the face
of the powerful wizard in whose hands he had irrevocably placed himself.�

�Your body is well trained� the compliment was tossed at him
lightly.� �that
is good.. you will be able to endure more than weaker
boys.. we will explore the limits of your capabilities
together another time.��

Tom shivered and closed his eyes briefly.� Why had he come here?!� He should have killed Caed
in the forbidden forest.�

All of this was the boy�s fault.�

This...disgusting..helplessness he felt now.� He�d enslaved himself for the little emerald
eyed idiot. Why?!�

What difference did it make to him if Dumbledore took the brat and used him
against his former lover.�

The sensation of lips on his thigh forced his eyes open once
again.� He glanced down at the man whose
bright cobalt eyes were trained on him even as he kissed and licked his way up
his body.� Tom�s wilted cock twitched
slightly in response.�

Grindelwald avoided it and moved up his body.�

For a moment Tom experienced a surreal sense of unreality as
the german genocidal
dictator tongued his nipple.�

His mind was informing him in horror that this was the most powerful dark
wizard in the world.� That yes.. in fact it appeared he was going to fuc-going
to be fucked by Gellert
Grindelwald.�

Furthermore that this was not going to be a one off
incident.�

Cautiously he raised a hand toward the man�s head, slowly,
as the wizard was watching it like a hawk.�
He touched the silky blonde curls gingerly, running his fingers through
them.�

Grindelwald allowed it, patiently letting him
familiarise himself with his new..what.. lover?� Master?�
Owner was more like it.�

He realised suddenly that the great wizard probably thought of him as he thought of Caed.�

That was unacceptable.�
He would not be meek.� He would
not be owned.��

Leaning up suddenly and thereby forcing the man kneeling
over him up also, he kissed him hard.�

Half expecting to be punished for it he was only surprised
when the older wizard returned his rough affection with an even harder kiss,
their tongues battling.�

Tom learned that his partner was much
stronger when he was pushed effortlessly back onto the bed and pinned there as Gellert won control of the kiss too, devouring him in his
fervour.� He felt a hard cock rub against
his own again and moved his hips in counterpoint.�

The mouth against his was snatched away and buried against his throat, biting
and sucking hard, moving down to his chest.�
He shifted and bucked in response to the painful yet strangely exciting
bites that were moving down his body closer and closer to a place he really did not want to be bitten.� �

To that end he stilled, looking uneasily down at the man whose face hovered
above his cock. �

The cobalt eyes were alive with lust and dark temptation as Gellert leaned low and trailed a burning tongue up the
length of his cock, making his breath speed.�
It felt good.�

Irrespective his concern that the sharp white teeth that had left purpling crescents
down his body might bite down on his length, he found he was quite interested
in seeing what it looked like to have the most dangerous Wizard in the world
sucking his dick.�

He met his eyes steadily;�
an urgent throbbing in his cock in time with his speeding
heartbeat. ��

�Beg.� The German demanded softly.�

Disgusted, he turned his head away in anger and mild
frustration.� Damn him.� He wouldn�t.�

He could take or leave physical pleasure.�
He did not require it and he certainly was not going to beg for it.�

He wasn�t one of the needy little boys he himself seduced.�

A low laugh irritated him further.�

�Stubborn.. Stubborn ..boy.. Marvolo.��

Tom rolled his eyes venomously, ignoring the jibe. �kannst mich
am arch lecken� he muttered.� The chuckle grew to a rich belly laugh.�

He felt the man crawl up his body and then his own glowering face was wrenched
toward Grindelwald�s smiling one.

�You will learn respect in time, boy.�
You are lucky � I am enjoying your arrogance at present.� It is a refreshing change.�

So few dare to refuse me anything now.� Only Albus.. and now you..�

Tom responded in a low voice �I�m not going to beg.��

The other wizard looked down at him thoughtfully.� �I think you will.. in time..But not today, perhaps.� That is to be expected.� I told you I would not hurt you today.� Very well.�� He leaned down and teased at Tom�s lips with
his own.��

Tom responded half heartedly.�

His lip was bitten sharply, drawing blood.�

�You will not pout..� he was informed.�

Irritated he gripped the arm bracing over his shoulder and
hooked his leg around the larger man�s body, flipping him onto his back with
difficulty and straddling him, kissing him forcefully.�

He felt the man smirk against his mouth and growled in the back of his throat
in infuriation.� The large strong hands
were stroking down his sides as if he were a cat.�

He had been allowed to take this
position.� Had the much stronger wizard
wished to prevent it, he would have done so.�

He pushed himself away furiously sitting straddled on the
warm hard body and glaring down at the amused man.�

� I Hate
this!� he hissed.�

Grindelwald chuckled darkly. �I
see that.� You hate to be weak.� I perhaps more than any other.. understand..that��

The humour faded out of the face and Tom realised that this hard cruel visage
was what most of his victims probably saw.�
�But you see � you are weaker
than I� The German accent stated coldly.�
�And you always will be.� See my generosity for what it is and know your place, Boy. �Now come here.�� The large hands smoothed up tom�s thighs
suggestively.�

He swallowed the rage that had welled up in him at the words
�you are weaker and you always will be� and after a few seconds leaned down
again over the.. objectively
seen.. very attractive blonde wizard, to press a
light, conciliatory kiss to his warm smooth lips.�

The skin around his jaw was faintly prickling with the beginnings of a pale
blonde six o clock shadow.�

Kissing him again, more deeply, he felt the strong arms wrap around him and
hold him in place.

Giving up on resisting he slid his own arms around the
wizard beneath him, alternating deep sucking kisses with licking and nipping at
his neck�

He thought he felt the man below him
express a sigh of pleasure.�

One of his arms moved to hold him, the fingers gripping and massaging the back
of his neck lightly while the other hand wandered slowly down toward his ass. �Tom stiffened only slightly as he felt
fingertips probe at the delicate skin around his anus.�

This was nothing like what the muggle had done to him.�

The mere fact that he was kissing Grindelwald changed
the nature of the sensation.��

The fingers retreated for a moment and when they returned
they were slick and hot with some kind of oil.�

Obviously a wandless spell.�

He tensed against the man�s neck as a finger rubbed in
circles around his tight little ring.

�Calm.. No pain..�
Grindelwald whispered against his ear, trailing his
tongue up the outer shell of it.�

He shivered.�

The circling finger felt strange now.. fainter.. was there something in
the oil that was being applied to him?�
The finger teased just inside the edge of his rosette and there it felt much stronger and
intrusive.�

The hand was removed entirely and he leaned up looking down at the wizard�s face
curiously.

�Some kind of numbing potion??!� he asked, bemused.�

He received no answer.. the hand at his neck merely pulled him back down for another
long languid kiss.�

He was slowly losing himself against the skilled tongue probing his mouth when
a strange fizzing sensation in his bowels startled him.� The hand at his neck tightened though and he
could not pull away.�

He could very well imagine what it had been � although he
had only used the charm on others thus far.�
The basic scourgifying colonic.�

He felt through the numbness when Grindelwalds
fingers returned to his ass.� A small nip
on his bottom lip again told him that he was too focused on events happening
around his lower body and he applied himself to the man he was kissing with
more energy, barely flinching when a finger coated in some kind of thick warm
jelly penetrated him and moved gently in and out.�

The kiss was broken and he was pulled up higher and further forward to hover on
hands and knees .

�Stay.� He was told, not unkindly.�

The finger in his ass was joined by another which felt
uncomfortable.� His face tightened as he
felt the scissoring movement stretching him.�

�You look like a wild creature in a cage� the handsome wizard below him said
suddenly, incongruently, his eyes locked with Tom�s.�

�I am pleased it is my cage.� Be calm and I will take care not to rip you�

Tom nodded shortly, wincing slightly as a third finger was
added.�

In response, Grindelwald slowed his movements,
twisting his hand slightly and flaring his fingers.�

�Shall I stretch you completely?� It will feel better for me if I do not..� he trailed off suggestively.�

Tom looked away angrily. �It�s fine.� He said tightly,
receiving an approving smile.�

Damn him.� He knew that thrice blasted
expression.� He used it on Caed.� Damn him to Hades
for turning him into the naive boy.�

The fingers slipped out of him and the man�s other hand
urged him downward.� �Down.� Lower yourself onto
me� was the instruction.� He had never
done this before.� He only topped the
boys he chose and the muggle who had raped him had always been above him,
behind him, pressing him down, crushing him.�

This was without comparison.�

He reached behind him, finding the extremely slippery shaft
of the cock that Grindelwald was holding up for
him.�

It was a small matter to position it..

When he sank down a little it hurt as he was stretched far wider than Grindelwald�s fingers had prepared

� but then again it did not hurt as
much as he had feared.. or as much as he had
remembered.�

He dropped down slowly, in little movements until his cheeks
rested against skin.� It felt
very...full.�

He looked down at the man who was currently balls deep in
his body and found him watching with an excited unreadable expression.�

�How does it feel?� he asked thickly.�

Tom thought about it for a moment.� �..strange.. unfamiliar and familiar..warm.� hard.� Aching.��

The smile widened and the blonde man looked delighted for a
moment.� Tom wondered what he had been
thinking.�

The accented voice drew his attention back as it urged him �Move, Marvolo!� Your tight grip
is maddening.�

Move or I will turn you over and take my pleasure!��

Tom didn�t want that.�
Not at all.�
He rose up quickly, the slick sliding feeling not unpleasant and then
dropped back down slowly and smoothly.�

It hurt again but once again it was tolerable.�
The effect on the wizard beneath him was more dramatic, however.�

Grindelwald tipped his head back, closing his eyes,
and groaned low.�

Tom repeated the movement.� It didn�t
hurt that much but it didn�t feel good either.�
He moved up and down a little faster.�
Perhaps he could bring the man off quickly.�

He had never derived pleasure from this act when it had been
forced upon him.� Perhaps something in
him was broken.�

He had certainly brought other boys to screaming climax with his cock
alone.�

Grindelwald was well endowed.� He thought he should be feeling more than
this somehow..

More than a mild ache and a feeling of fullness.�

Hopefully the wizard would not want this all the time.� He would apply himself to learning how he
preferred his cock sucked and perhaps he would want that instead.�

�Stop.� The order came
thickly.�

He hovered, the fat cock halfway in his body.

�I had thought you experienced.. I
see on your face that you are not.� You
do not know how to move.. how to take your pleasure.� Get up..��

Tom raised himself hesitantly, feeling the cock slip out of
him.�

In a second, with a practiced movement of the man, he found himself back on his
back.�

This too wasn�t..as bad as it might be.�
The muggle � Phipps � had only fucked him like this once or twice.. he preferred him from
behind.�

He tried to remain calm as the large wizard knelt between his legs, lifting his
knees and hooking them over his arms, raising him up slightly,
effortlessly.�

He positioned himself without needing hands and drove in, in one smooth
movement.�

Tom cried out and arched off the bed in shock.� It.. it felt good..� he melted back down and looked up in
astonishment at the now smirking wizard who tossed his legs upright against his
shoulders and reached down to grip him around the hips.�

�That.. is how it should feel.�� He informed him softly. �

He began to move, repeating the same motion and slamming
across that place that felt good.� Tom
could do nothing.� Literally,� he had tossed his
head back and to the side involuntarily and gasped in time with the hard
punishing thrusts, his hands fisted in the bedsheet.�

He was losing control.. He never lost control.. But he
was.�

He couldn�t prevent himself from writhing and pushing back against the cock hammering
into him.. hammering into..that place..

He heard himself moaning and just couldn�t help it.

When the forceful movements halted for a second and he felt a large hot slick
hand grip his cock and stroke him even as the hard muscle in his ass returned
to its punishing rhythm, he cried out. Swearing and whining as he moved
mindlessly into the hand and back against the cock.�

It felt better than anything he had
thus far experienced with a male or female partner.� His climax was approaching rapidly and he
tensed, arching his back.. but
then the sensation changed.� A sharp
tightness around the base of his cock seemed to shift all sensation to that
place in his ass and he came hard,
screaming and flexing his entire body helplessly.�

He hadn�t ejaculated.�

He faintly registered the soft laugh of the older wizard who
continued to fuck him.�

He was barely coming down from the high when the hand on his
cock moved again, stroking him quickly and it felt as if he was rocketed back
up past his previous climax, about to tip over the edge again..

He whimpered, cursing and moving automatically as his body chased a high his
mind wasn�t sure it could handle.�

Just as he was about to come again
the same thing happened.. a pinching sensation at the
base of his cock shifted the pleasure and he came, screaming again, struggling
this time blindly in the effort to get away from the cock that continued
reaming him brutally and the hand that was again moving teasingly, preventing
him from coming down completely from the orgasm.�

�No..� he whined. �No more..��

It seemed that Grindelwald did not
care a jot for whether he wished to
be forced to experience intolerable pleasure again..
He wailed desperately, unable to free himself, even as he felt the wave
approaching.�

�Beg.� The husky voice commanded low.�

He bit his tongue that wanted to pour forth pleas and
exhortations, shaking his head firmly. �

When he crashed over the edge into ecstatic screaming pleasure this time he
felt tears� stream
from his clenched eyes.�

At that, the punishing pace stilled and he felt his limp legs lowered from Grindelwald�s shoulders and tossed around a hot slick waist
as the man leaned down over him to hold him close, cock still buried deep in
his arse.�

His skin was scorching and slightly damp with sweat.� Tom shivered at the sensation against his own
cold sweating skin.�

�You are so very stubborn, Marvolo�
Grindelwald told him, sounding somehow fond.��

He responded blindly as hot lips pressed against his mouth and wrapped his arms
around� the
wizard�s neck, damp curls stringing at his nape.

As they kissed he felt him start to move again, slowly, lingeringly.� Grindelwald�s hard
muscular abdomen rubbed tantalisingly against his cock in the process.� He mewled helplessly into his mouth, kissing
him hungrily.�

The other wizard pulled back.� He opened
his eyes to see him looking at him intensely.�

�How does it feel now?� he was asked huskily.�

Tom leaned up trying to kiss him again but he pulled back
further.�

Rocking his hips against the movement of the cock inside him,
he answered, panting� �Good..� it feels like.. like.. ��
he trailed off at the man�s hand delving gently into his hair,
teasing and scratching lightly at his scalp.�
�Ohh..� he whispered,
arching his head into the sensation helplessly like a cat.�

�Beautiful..� the dark wizard pronounced softly.� The kiss that came was tender
.. their tongues no longer battling but
slipping and winding over each other languidly.�

Tom felt his legs unwrapped from around Grindelwald�s
waist and lifted, bent against him till he was folded in half, his legs once
again against the great wizard�s shoulders and held in that position.�

He was embraced.. clamped
down, even as they continued to kiss.�

Like this he couldn�t rock his hips and his cock was hardly
touched by the wizard�s movements.�

He fell to gasping when the man drew back and returned to pounding into his
arse roughly.� He could hear the damp
slapping of their skin.� Every third
thrust or so hit that sweet spot inside him.�
It was amazing.� He tossed his
head from side to side in pleasure.�

The cock inside him felt even bigger like this.. but somehow that was a good thing.. A very good thing..

�harder..� he moaned and the wizard obliged, pounding
into him so hard that it verged on bruising pain.�

�yesss..� he hissed.� ::So fucking goood!::�

The movement ceased abruptly and he cracked his eyes looking
up to find the point of a wand.

�What did you cast?� the wizard on the end of it demanded
aggressively?�

�What?� he responded muzzily?�

�You spoke in parseltongue.�
What did you say? �

Tom shook his head slightly, trying to clear it. �did I?� I ..didn�t realise.. I..� I said.. that
feels so fucking good..��

Grindelwald looked at him
strangely.� �You do not notice you are
speaking another language?�

Tom looked up at the white ceiling above, impatiently.

�Not always..� if there is a snake present it often happens automatically..
I..don�t usually lose myself in things..It hasn�t occurred
during sex before.��

He couldn�t see it but he somehow felt the man relax again.�
After a moment he felt him start moving again slowly and moaned low in
relief.�

Grindelwald spoke again softly.. �Say my given name in parseltongue��

Tom opened his hazy eyes, surprised.�

The raised eyebrow suggested questioning was not desired at this point.� He half shrugged.�

::Gellert:: he offered.�

The man smiled at him, pleased.� �You may say that whenever you wish.�
Speak the word for �master� He demanded. �

Tom let his eyes close again, enjoying the slow slick movements within him
rubbing at that sensitive place, a tiny smirk creeping onto his face.�

�There is no such word in parsel.� Serpents do not serve as slaves.� The closest equivalent is �Lord��

They recognise hierarchy.� A serpent �Lord�
is the highest among equals.� To use the
word is a sign of respect which does not diminish the speaker, as the word master does.��

He looked back at the cobalt eyes in which understanding was dawning.

::my Lord::� he
hissed.

Grindelwald leaned down over him
again.� �I see...�� he murmured

�Well.. you may use either of those names..

If I hear you say anything else.. I will punish you.�

Tom nodded vaguely, tossing his head when the large wizard
above him and inside him raised himself and began to pound his ass hard again. �He was manipulated expertly to another two
painfully intense anal climaxes before the man allowed him to spill his seed
ecstatically all over his own belly, nearly passing out in pleasure.�

He wasn�t even aware
that Grindelwald had come inside him until he came
back to himself somewhat and felt him pulling out slowly.�

The mattress rocked as the man threw himself down by Tom�s
limp drained body.�

Turning his head slightly he saw him yawn.�

�I suppose you will want to conclude the rest of our
business immediately instead of letting me sleep�

Tom turned away again slightly.�

�I don�t have much time.� You said you
would allow me to return tonight��

He yawned himself, feeling the urge to just roll over and sleep for a
while.� He was exhausted.� He didn�t think he�d been this tired since
he�d first started constantly occluding.�

A warm hand stroked down his body slowly and, finding the
rests of his semen, scourgified him silently and continued its progress.�

He forced his eyes open.� They had
slipped shut and stayed that way as he had yawned again.�

�You are tired... sleep Marvolo.� It will wait.��

Tom yawned again and
shook his head.� �No...��

It took him several seconds to persuade himself that he
needed to sit up.� Tempus informed him
that it was already almost four pm.� If
the events of tonight were to take place at all he still needed to acquire the muggles for his debauched little servants.�

�A shower?� he asked wearily, looking about the room and
finding the door at the other end.�

The man next to him rolled over like a large powerful animal at rest, his eyes
closed, and gestured absently at the door he was looking at.

�Go ahead.� I�ll join
you in a moment.��

Tom looked down at him and experienced the temptation to
just lie down against him for warmth and forget his promise to the others.� He looked back at the door.

�Damn it..� he muttered.�

After a few reluctant seconds he pushed himself to the edge
of the bed and trudged over to the bathroom.�
He�d been awake for two days, the first of which was psychologically
draining and the second physically exhausting what with the torture and the
incredible sex.�

He felt dead on his feet and leaned against the wall as he turned the taps for
the shower, setting it at a cool lukewarm.�

A hot shower now would only put him to sleep, he knew.��

When he came back from the bathroom, slightly more awake, a
towel slung around his waist, he heard soft snores coming from the naked wizard
on the bed.�

Hesitating, because it was a risky thing to wake an
irritated man against whom he could not defend himself, he climbed onto the bed
and knelt next to him.�

Brushing the blonde curls aside caused him to frown and turn away more.�

He leaned down slowly and pressed a kiss to the wizard�s cheekbone.�

This had the result that the man turned quickly and grabbed
him, pulling him down and holding him restrained.�

�Sleep Marvolo� he muttered.�

Tom growled, frustrated because he really..really wanted to do that
right now.

�I cannot.� Tonight is
the new moon.� It is the best time to
mark them. And if I do not then I will have failed in my word.� It
must be tonight!� I still need to ward
and protect the site..I would have done it last night
if not for Dumbledore�s drama.�

I have yet to go muggle hunting and they will need to be caught and brought to
the clearing.�

I have to bind Caed at some point
tonight else, when Dumbledore figures out that he cannot access his mind he
will take him.�

There is too much to do..� I must
go.��

The great wizard cracked an eye at him. �Ah the endless
energy of youth� he grumbled irritatedly.�

�verdammt..wenns sein
muss...� We will conclude our business
here quickly and I will bring you to a point you can apparate
from.�

How will you be returning?� Must you
return to Dolohov�s estate?��

Tom shook his head vaguely. �I�ll make a portkey.� It doesn�t matter where you take me.��

Grindelwald glanced at him
thoughtfully and then shook his head slightly and swung his legs out of bed,
sitting and stretching for a moment and then standing up.�

�It is a shame about your blood� he
muttered, summoning a silk robe.� �were it not for that..� �

He didn�t finish expressing what might be if not for Tom�s
blood, merely shook his head and, fastening his robe, strode to the door,
leaving Tom to follow after.��

Back in the study he moved first to the bookcase, pulling
out a book and reaching behind, where, apparently
another drawer was hidden.�

Tom watched fascinated.�� It seemed the
drawer was keyed to Grindelwald in some way, to judge
by the muted flash it emitted when he touched it.� Removing whatever was inside he replaced the
book and strode to his desk, transfiguring a quill into a phial and then
tossing himself down into the large desk chair.�

He looked at Tom pensively, leaning back and narrowing his
eyes.� �You will not reveal the information
that I share with you of Albus.� It is to
be used solely as a threat.. and
then only if the situation worsens to require it.��

Tom raised a sceptical eyebrow..
�In my experience � one should never make a threat if not prepared to carry it
out.��

Grindelwald grimaced, visibly
confirming that he thought the same way, and averted his eyes to the
bookshelf.�

He seemed to debate internally.�

Tom worried that he might not get the information he wanted after all.� The man did seem overly protective of the
colossal bastard that was Albus Dumbledore.

�I will not use the information unless he pushes me to do
so.� If I were to use it, I would lose my leverage against him.��

This did not seem to persuade the wizard to give him what he
could only assume was to be a memory, in light of the phial the man had sitting
before him.

�I will inform you of the situation and seek your advice before revealing the
information you give me publically..� he offered,
hoping it would be enough.�

�..yes.� the man said finally with a leaden voice.�

�I am being...sentimental.� If Albus
wishes to betray me, why should I concern myself..� But...I will require further proof of his
intent, Marvolo.��

Tom�s lips quirked slightly.�
No one else had ever called him by that name and it seemed Grindelwald had firmly decided that that was how he was to
be referred to.� He found it didn�t dislike it on the powerful wizard�s
lips.�

�I shall provide it� he assured him softly.�

�But I will need more than memories.� I will need something that cannot be ignored
or explained away.��

Grindelwald let his head fall back
against the chair and looked up.�

�You have not given me any of the boy�s memories yet..
why should I give you this?��

Tom snorted. �I have given you enough.. I have signed my own body over to you.� I have given you my word..Damn it � you MARKED me!!� You are being
unreasonable!��

He fell back two steps as a vicious whipping hex sliced across his bare abdomen
above the towel.�

Grindelwald glared at him furiously.� He glared right back at him, standing up
straight again and wandlessly healing the thin raised mark.�

�You will watch your tone with me, boy.� He was warned
darkly.�

Tom folded his arms and looked off to the side, smirking
faintly at the leather armchair still burning with blue flames.� �You are being unreasonable.� He responded
quietly.� �I came to you voluntarily with
information that might prevent your death or imprisonment.�� You have in return hexed, insulted and
enslaved me.��

He heard the creak as the dark wizard rose from his chair
and padded over to him and then the larger man embraced him.�

Grindelwald conceded in a softer tone than he had
last used ��You
are right perhaps.� But I am in the habit
of getting what I want with absolute respect at all times. You will not yell
and carry on melodramatically.��

A finger on his chin turned him back to face the man, who
seemed again to be looking him over like some kind of valuable artifact.�

He felt the side of Grindelwald�s thumb brush over
his jaw as the wizard sighed softly, his cobalt eyes glinting in the firelight.

�It would be better if you stayed here.�
I am not finished with you.� We
could sleep, bathe, eat and then explore one another further.�

Perhaps I might even allow you to read a book from my library later..��

Tom felt a clench of want tighten inside him.� All of those things were very appealing.�

He took a deep frustrated breath and released it slowly.�

�...I cannot.� I have
given my word..�
I will not break it.�

..And it is important that I bind Caedmon as soon as possible.��

The thumb at his jaw stroked him again and the other wizard
nodded finally, turning away.�

�It is important to keep one�s word.� A
wizard is known by his actions.��

Tom wasn�t sure but he thought he saw a faint shimmer of
avarice in the man�s eyes.�

�I will give you what you require.� But...You will not allow Albus to know you
possess it until after you have
provided me with certain proof that he is seeking my downfall.� And you will not reveal anything to the
wizarding world without my permission.��

Tom nodded, relieved.��

Grindelwald turned away, pacing
back to his desk, he gestured as he walked and a book
levitated itself out of the bookcase and floated over to Tom.� He took it as it hovered in mid air and
tilted it to read it in the firelight.�

�Disease in the Vine:�
On the preservation of the noble blood, Gellert
Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore, 1924��

Tom looked up in shock.� �This is- �

he broke off and flicked the book open to a random page near the front.� His jaw dropped.

�-that feel desire for muggles are
suffering from a form of mental imbalance, likened to that which draws
otherwise reasonable witches and wizards to attempt to mate with animals or
children.� Muggle-lovers are to be pitied
in the first order and feared in the second.�
They are as rabid dogs which gnaw their own paws to the bone; for unlike
those who would take animals or children to their beds, muggle lovers internal
corruption threatens the well being of all who value their lives in the
wizarding world � and indeed the future of our world itself..� They must be segregated from the wizarding world
and undergo treatment to cure their malady and, if treatment can reasonably be
expected to be unsuccessful � it would be best to euthanize the poor creatures
rather than allow them to succumb to their weakness and potentially bring a
depraved union to fruition. The products of such would be inevitably unredeemably flawed at birth.-��

Tom snapped the book shut softly, staring down at it with
his mind in turmoil.�

�Here.� That book and
this memory is all you will need to destroy Albus.�

And Marvolo-...If I learn that you have not heeded my
wishes.. there will be no
words to describe the suffering I will visit upon you��

Tom looked up, disorientated, his mind still on the book
sitting heavy in his hands.�

�the products of such would be inevitably unredeemably flawed at birth� .. was
he unredeemably flawed?�

Was that why Dumbledore had despised him from the first moment they met?�

Why he had allowed the muggle to abuse and beat him?�

Was it why he ignored him wherever possible in class, disregarding his
abilities and meeting him with that constant disapproving stare?!�

He watched his hand reach out independently to take� the phial and
was dimly aware of Grindelwald appraising him
calculatingly.

�You should read the book.�
It may help you to understand your place in the wizarding world..��

That snapped him out of it.�

�I know my place.� He snarled. �It is
at the top, with everyone else serving me.��

The other wizard smirked faintly. �More and more I find your
case tragic, Marvolo� he offered heavily.

�Beautiful.. gifted..ambitious.. and yet at core
rotten.� You were ruined before you even
took your first breath.�

Even when you take this new name and convince the world of your nobility � you
will always be corrupt. ��

You will always be contaminated with the stink of muggles.��

Tom clutched the book to his chest to disguise the shaking
of his hands.� He wanted to kill
him.� He wanted to tear out his heart and
feed it to him.� He wanted to drown him
in the blood of a hundred syphilitic muggles.�

�Can I go now, please.�� He managed in a polite restrained voice. �

Grindelwald got to his feet, a
stern expression on his face.� �No.. You may not.��

He walked around the desk again and approached him.� Tom stiffened, expecting to be pulled into
the man�s arms again but he walked close by and pulled his shoulder turning him
and pointing.� �Fix that first.��

Tom�s will to destroy the man increased a hundredfold.� He wanted to practice the foulest curses he
could find on him...�

::finite:: he hissed at the chair
snappily.� The blue flames died
away.�

He did not even have time to blink before the clench of apparition dragged him
away.�

A moment after that
he stood alone, by the bank of a Belgian river in the shade of a bridge, while
the sun set in the distance over the snow.�

He was wearing a bloody towel.�

�Bastard� he cursed in a low voice, wandlessly transfiguring
the towel into a pair of trousers.� It
would do.�

He shrunk the phial and book and pocketed them.�

He would retrieve his wand from the well in the small town
ten miles from this bridge and then he would portkey
to London to hunt the blasted muggles.�

Sleep?� Who needed sleep?!�

His stomach growled in complaint.� It didn�t
matter.� None of it mattered very
much.�

The words of some muggle poet played themselves in his mind incongruently.
�These woods are lovely, dark and deep; but i have
promises to keep; and miles to go before I sleep.� �

Was he corrupt at core, he wondered.� He remembered
muggle poetry.�

Was he the ruin of the wizarding world?�

The things in Grindelwald�s book
were true.. he knew them to be true.� Why then did it anger him so unbearably to
hear them?��

He was not corrupt.� He was Lord Voldemort.� He would be the greatest wizard in the
world.�

Grindelwald would kiss the hem of
his robes.� He would beg.�

He disapparated, anger and purpose
fuelling his sleep deprived body.

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