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That which we make for ourselves	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 38083 -:- 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
- 20
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- 22
Tom waited in the shadow of the dreary bridge in the light
misty rain, ignoring the quiver of his nerves telling him that he was being
watched.�

He didn�t bother to cast detection spells.�
He trusted the feeling.� Grindelwald was no doubt here somewhere.�

The rain disrupted the grey brown surface of the slow moving
river with circles and wavelets that faded almost immediately.� He appreciated the sound of rain on
water.� Were he here for any other
reason, he could possibly enjoy the somewhat gloomy vista around him.

�Could we dispense with the intimidation.� I do have other
things to do, you know.�

His voice was cool and did not waver in the slightest, but he had the strong
feeling that it had not been convincing.

�Ah..Marvolo.. such an impatient boy.�

The voice came from inches behind his right ear.� He stiffened and resisted the temptation to
spin, wide eyed.

�Yes...Gellert?�� He allowed his lips to twist.�

It was probably presumptuous of him to speak with the wizard this way.� Nevertheless...presumptuousness was almost
certainly what had kept him alive around him thus far.� The man, as he put it, was not bored.�

Hands stroked down the outside of his arms lightly..possessively.� He
waited for the side-along and was not surprised when the pull of apparition
gripped his intestines in a vice and snapped him away from the riverbank.

...into the bedroom.

He groaned inwardly.�
Damn it..�
He had hoped that they might conduct a civil discourse.� He wanted permission to threaten Dumbledore.. and he needed to ask for access
to the Library � that was what all the blasted translation had been for.�

It seemed though, that the great
wizard had other plans.�

A hand stroked slowly down Tom�s spine.� Grindelwald still
stood behind him.�

In the silence of the room he could almost hear his own heart thudding faster
in tense reaction at what he knew was inevitably to come.

�You left far too soon last time, boy.� I was not nearly
finished with you.�

I know you wish to speak with me about Albus..however
we shall see in what disposition I find myself ...afterward.�

On your knees, Marvolo!�

Tom didn�t bother to even consider protesting.� What point would there be?!�

He dropped lightly to his knees, lowering his head to stare in mild irritation
at the intricate pattern of the oriental rug below
him.

Grindelwald ruffled his hair
gently.

He hated that.� He hated
it when anyone untidied his hair.� Perhaps not quite as much as Abraxas.. but he certainly never tolerated
hair ruffles from his sexual partners.

He had the feeling that the man knew that somehow.

In the periphery of his vision he took note of the robed
figure which now walked around him and came to stop directly before him, facing
him.�

�A hand passed through
his view and a finger under his chin tilted his head up to face the blonde
curly haired man.� Grindelwald
wore an expression of supreme satisfaction in his sharp blue eyes.��

His fingertips skated up Tom�s jaw lightly.

�You really are quite pretty...Marvolo..� Almost as pretty as Albus
was.� Take off your robe.�

Tom bit the inside of his cheek and began the work of
unfastening his clasp and buttons.� He
peeled the school robe off and folded it haphazardly, placing it on the floor
beside him.� Then he waited.

The pale blue gaze narrowed.

�Very good.. You understand then.
What I instruct and no further.�
Continue.� Remove the rest of your
clothing.�

Grindelwald stepped back to watch
him as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt.�

He felt the weight of the appraising stare.�
He could almost scent how much
the older wizard was enjoying his infuriated obedience.�

Removing his trousers was more difficult. He had to shuffle on his knees a bit
to get them off.� However he remembered well that he had made a bargain which
allowed this man to harm him physically on a whim.�

Admittedly at the time he had not quite realised in what situation this would
place him.� He did not realise he was
being marked; that he would not be able to defend
himself against the wizard in the slightest.��

He had no wish to receive a demonstrative punishment for rising from his knees
and he was almost certain that Grindelwald was nearly
chomping at the bit to give him one.�

He could identify with the feeling.� The first time he had punished Adorno it had been heady.�
The wounded shock in the boy�s eyes which had become defiance and then
finally resignation as he accepted that ..no matter
what Tom might do.. he would not choose to leave
him.�

The onyx eyes floated in his mind�s eye for a moment.� So broken.. and still so desperately needy.

�Continue, Marvolo!��

The voice knocked him out of his reverie.� He fumbled at his underwear, trying to
suppress the violent rage that burned through him.� It was counter-productive to allow that
emotion to seep out.� Right now it was
best to show willing.. best
not to resist.� He wanted something from
the wizard, after all.�

That was what it was.� An exchange.. it wasn�t..enslavement.� It was a bargain - nothing
more.�

He ignored the way the other man�s eyes crawled over his now
completely exposed body.� The wizard�s
own silken midnight blue robes were cut so conservatively that they buttoned
very nearly to his adams
apple.�

He sneered inside.� Grindelwald
had no doubt dressed purely to
emphasise Tom�s own nakedness.�� To
underline his own dominance..his superiority.

�You have too much pride.� Grindelwald informed him
critically.�

Tom objected to this silently.� He had sufficient humility to admit that he
had made a grievous error in allowing himself to be marked.� He did not
have such an overabundance of pride that he would not obey in order to get
what he wanted.�

�I think we shall work on your pride first.�
Bend.� Place your forehead on the
ground, boy.�

He complied, privately making oaths to kill this man, as soon as it became
possible to do so.�

In fact that should be the principal object
of his thoughts, rather than the green eyed boy he�d left in the chamber or the
blasted emotional well being of his thrice damned horcrux.�

If he had killed the boy in the forbidden forest, he would not be here right
now.��

Something cold and wet drizzled down onto his tailbone.�

He clenched his hands into fists forcing himself not to move, although every nerve in his body was
screaming at him to fight.. or
if not fight then to run.�

He was not foolish enough to believe that either would be successful. �

He had seen the failure of his magic when he�d attempted to attack Grindelwald last time.. and this entire domain was no doubt warded
to the hilt.� Apparition without
permission from the dark wizard would be impossible.� �

No.. he was in a tiny boat at
sea in a colossal storm and the only hope for him was to ride out whatever
occurred with as much presence of mind as he could manage.

He didn�t know how much presence of mind he would
realistically be able to manage.�

Grindelwald was no longer within
his narrow field of vision now that his forehead was pressed down against the
plush rug.�

He jerked away when something cool and rounded touched the base of his spine
lightly.� It slid over his skin down to
his tailbone and then it was manipulated around in the slick substance there
which had warmed slightly upon his skin..�

He knew what it was.

He had never used one.. not on any of his partners and certainly not on himself but he was
almost certain of what it was..and what the older wizard was currently doing with it.�

What he was about to do with it..

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the rounded
object was moved down between the cheeks of his arse and over the small ring of
muscle.

�This will...hurt...somewhat, Marvolo.��

Grindelwald�s voice sounded both eager and smug.� Tom drove his nails into his palms as the
object being stroked over his anus was forced forward slowly but
resolutely.�

He bit his lips hard, breathing fast through his nose,� trying not to make a sound in the face
of the sharp stabbing stretching pain. It
felt like he was being ripped open.� It
grew worse and worse.� Surely it must
stop soon!�

He couldn�t quite stop a whine in the back of his throat
from escaping and a hand stroked the skin of his lower back as if seeking to
calm him.� Then at once the object was
driven forward roughly and he yelped out loudly, trying to get up.�

The hand moved to his upper back and pushed him back down hard.�

He rested his cheek on the floor panting in pained discomfort, blinking prickling
tears from his eyes.�

The...plug.. - and
it had to be a plug, surely, to have hurt that badly.. to
have stretched that much.. � was
still inside him.�

He felt a large heavy mass in his arse and his anus burned, stretched around the
neck of the thing.�

He received a pat on the head.�

�Good boy...��

I will warn you.. do not
attempt to remove it.� It is charmed
against such interference.�� You will
adjust.� Try to think of other things..�

Tom thought of other things.�
He thought about all the many spells he could use to kill the man
standing behind him right now.� He
thought of all the muggle methods by
which he could bring the man to scream.. to bleed..to die.

He would kill him.�

It was certain.� No matter how long it
took.. no matter what it
might cost � he would eventually kill Gellert Grindelwald.�

There was a slight watery clink sound.�
He opened his eyes and saw that the bastard had just placed a metal bowl
on the marble floor beyond the rug.� Oh circe..no.� No... he couldn�t.. he..�

�Come here, Marvolo.��

The voice was quiet and measured but it also promised that
it would not brook resistance.�

He let his gaze wander up the midnight blue robes to the blond wizard�s
face.� The man looked absolutely
pitiless.� Quite the contrary � he was
visibly deriving great pleasure from Tom�s own misery.�

Tom pushed himself to his hands and knees, twitching
slightly at the pain in his rear that this caused and, gritting his teeth
against it, crawled in the direction of the wizard�s feet.�

The bowl, he was relieved to discover, as he approached, held a liquid of some
kind.� He had been apprehensive that it
might be some form of animal feed.��

His relief did not last as he came closer and found the
liquid to be yellowish in hue.�

Surely not..��

His stomach rebelled at the thought and he stopped where he knelt, bowing his
head and fisting hands that were shaking.

�Closer.� Do not make me tell you again,
boy� Grindelwald chastised in a dark amused
voice.��

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Tom moved forward once again.� The plug in his arse ached with every
movement.�

Finally he knelt just before the bowl.

�Drink.� I will
tell you when to stop.�

Tom wrapped his arms around his middle and shook in dread and revulsion.�

He couldn�t.�

He refused to do that.�

�Marvolo... you are beginning to annoy me now.� Drink or I will have to punish you.�

Tom shuddered in horror.� How had he put
himself in this situation?!� For
what?!�

When he returned to Hogwarts Caed was going to bleed for this.�

He couldn�t do it!� He would not drink..that...It was not a matter of pride.. �

it was disgusting...repugnant.

it was unhealthy.�
It was a matter of hygiene.�

If he tried he would empty his stomach all over the
floor.� Thinking about it was already
making him ill.

�Very well.� I
see that you need a further lesson in the consequences of direct
disobedience.� Crawl to the chair.� Now.�

Grindelwald sounded pleased to have a reason to punish him.� It didn�t matter however..whatever
the man chose to do, it would be preferable to this.�

�Tom turned away from the repulsive
bowl of.. of.. waste water and crawled uncomfortably to the low wooden
chair against the wall beside the wardrobe.�

�Up on your feet.�
Bend over.� Place your hands on
the seat.��

The position was not unfamiliar to him and he was confident that he knew what was coming next.� He had received the strap many times at the
orphanage.. for various
justified and unjustified reasons.� It
was unpleasant but not unendurable.� Certainly preferable to the alternative.�

He caught, in his peripheral vision, the impression of Grindelwald drawing his wand.�

Tom�s brows furrowed slightly.� Was he to
be cursed then?! He searched his
memory for curses that might necessitate such a position.�

Burning and cutting and stinging hexes certainly..
Perhaps it was to be something along those lines.�

Grindelwald shook his wand
slightly and it emitted several hair-thin tendrils of silvery light.� They grew and lengthened till they reached
almost down to his knees as he held the wand at his side.� Tom groaned inwardly.� It would be more along the lines of the strap
after all.� The silvery lines were no
doubt a scourge of some kind.�� They whisped and waved slightly as they hung, almost as if they
were alive.�

�You shall have... three.. I think.�� Grindelwald informed him with a judicious tone.�

Tom gaped inside.�
Three?!� Either the man was really taking it easy on him or whatever
those things were, they were truly brutal!�

It was the latter.�

The first time the
wizard behind him brought the silvery scourge down upon his arse his knees
buckled with the pain.� He had not
experienced anything like it before.� It
burned and stung and seemed to electrify his nerves, making his whole body
shake violently.�

He had cried out�

And he continued to gulp and fight the moisture that sprang to his eyes, because
the pain did not abate after the stroke.�

It increased.�

It was worse than the worst stinging hex, worse than burning hexes...Almost on
a parallel with the cruciatus.�

it made him wish to amputate his own rump.

The second stroke made the pain exponentially worse, landing in the same general area as the
first.�

He collapsed to his knees wheezing and trying to get breath to scream.� He hadn�t the strength in his hands to grip
the chair.�

�please.. no..more�� he choked out
with extreme difficulty.�

�Stand, Marvolo.� You will take your final lash and then you
will drink.�

He sobbed and gasped silently in misery.� It took him three tries to get up off his
knees again, he had no strength in his shivering
limbs.� All he felt was radiating
stinging burning aching agony.� Inside and outside.�

He would not be
impudent with Grindelwald again.� He should not have dared to be so with the
man beside the bridge in Belgium.� No.. he would be very careful not
to do anything to earn another such..punishment.�

The lash fell

He crashed to the ground and screamed inaudibly, all his
breath stolen out of him at the shock of the blinding torment that gripped his entire body.� Pain..agony.. were too weak to describe it�

No more!� No more!� He would do it.. whatever it was.�
Drink?� He would drink.�

Anything to escape more of that horrific lash.

A hand stroked his head, fingers delving through his hair
almost tenderly.

�Good boy.� Now.. come.. Bei-Fuss! (heel)� You will drink
now.�

He was not immediately able to climb
to his knees and crawl.� He lay a while
longer, panting and sobbing silently, his eyes clenched tightly.�

�Drink and I will take the pain away� Grindelwald
promised soothingly.

At that he did
fight to get up.� It was more dragging
himself than crawling but he reached the bowl and unhesitatingly dropped his
face to drink.

It was firewhisky.

Not urine at all.� Firewhisky.�

He whimpered in blind gratitude and slurped at it as if it
were water from a pure mountain spring, hearing the low, thoroughly entertained
laugh of the dark wizard above him.

�There.. Good boy, Marvolo.� I think next time you will obey, won�t
you?!��

The hand returned to pet his head and stroke his neck and
shoulders.� He ignored it and continued
gulping at the alcohol.� Much as the man
had promised, the pain in his body dropped away rapidly the more of the burning
liquid he consumed.�

�Finish it all..� he was told in a
dark pleased voice.�� He did not require
a second instruction.

By the time he had finished the rather large bowl he was
feeling no pain.� His mind was also
slightly fuzzy.� He was vaguely aware of
this � if only by dint of the fact that he seldom indulged in any substance to
excess and generally stopped before he reached this stage.� It was perhaps this blunted state that
delayed his awareness for a second or so when the intrusive sensation of the
scourgifying colonic spell fizzed through him.

�Sex� his mind supplied dully.� �He will want to fuck me now.� Now that I have been
degraded sufficiently.��

He moved obligingly, eager to end this entire episode, and placed his forehead
on the ground, receiving a low purr of praise from the German for it, as the
man retrieved the plug with more care than he had inserted it.��

It still hurt, however his scale of interpretation of pain had shifted now, in
light of the whipping he had received and the painful stretching of his anus
barely rated a mention now.

In the aftermath of the plug he tried to clench his arse and was disturbed to
find that he could not quite do so now.��

Grindelwald chuckled softly behind him.

�Don�t distress yourself.. you are..barely.. stretched..� Perhaps I will have you wear such a device
for a day or two..to break you in fully.�

Stand now.� Go to the bed.��

He obeyed immediately.� Both unwilling to risk more punishment and
eager to get this part of their little interaction over with so that he could
move on to what he truly came here
for.�

He stopped by the bed.� Grindelwald had told him to go to it, not get on it.�

He heard the sounds of clothing being removed behind him but
did not turn.�

His mind wandered and after a minute or so, he jumped at the
sensation of hands on his arms gently pushing him forward.� He placidly allowed himself to be manipulated
into the pose the German wished, positioned bent over with his arms from the
elbow down on the mattress and his head resting between them.� His feet were nudged into a wider stance by a
warm foot.�

He allowed it all.�

It was...close to how the muggle Phipps liked him.. but it didnt matter.� It would be over soon.�

Fingertips traced the links of his spine down his back
lightly.� He could feel a warm body
standing close behind him, the heat radiating off it onto the skin of his
thighs and buttocks.� The man rocked
forward slightly and he felt the burning hot bar of his cock tap him lightly on
the tailbone.�

The cool smooth tip of a wand traced the circle of his anus and he shivered.� It was..a dangerous
thing to have so near him.� He feared for
a moment that the wizard might hurt him a little more for his own amusement,
but the cool soothing sensation of a lubrication spell reassured him for the
moment that this was not likely.

The large appendage was placed at his entrance as the man�s
other hand slid down his side to grip his hip firmly.� Then the wizard was sliding into him.�

It barely hurt at all.� It was merely mildly
uncomfortable.� He tried to relax.�� Grindelwald was
much bigger than Caed..

He wished that it were caed...

not only for physical reasons, he conceded.�

The man behind him had pushed himself in deeply and was now
retreating again slowly.�

He imagined for a moment that it was Caed.. and
that he had offered..wanted.. this... rather than..the way things
actually were right now.�

He remembered the soft excited glow of the pale emerald eyes, the awe with
which the boy had looked at him.�

A hand stroked over his thigh and slid around beneath him to stroke at his now
hardening length.�

�Enjoying...this part.. aren�t you..�� the accented voice behind him sneered, breaking the illusion
he was constructing that he was back in the chamber with Caed.� His erection wilted somewhat.�

The hand around it tightened and stroked almost angrily.

�Let go, Marvolo..
relax... allow
yourself to enjoy it..�

It was no good.. He softened
further.� He could not help it..�

The thought of Grindelwald..after
imagining the soft golden angles of his little naivling...was
simply grotesque.�

He did not desire the man at all.�

The cock in his arse pulled out and he was roughly
turned.� He caught the impression of the
pale ice chip eyes narrowed in frustration before he was shoved backwards onto
the bed to land on his back.� The larger
wizard pursued him immediately crawling up and over him, overpowering in his
insistence.�

Tom stared up at him, his nerves on alert at the thought that the man was angry
again and could well decide to punish him shortly.�

�You will learn to
respond when I wish it, boy.�� It may be a hard lesson but you will learn it.�

Tom struggled and controlled his face, which wanted to
grimace at the threat.�

�Yes Sir� he answered quietly.

Grindelwald�s expression softened slightly.� He appeared to be struggling against an unwelcome
idea.� Finally he lowered himself slowly.. almost warily.. until his body was pressed lightly against Tom�s own.�

Tom held still, waiting for whatever the man wanted
now.�

The blonde man dropped his head and nuzzled gently at Tom�s
jaw, nudging his face to the side until he could access his neck, which he then
began to kiss and nibble teasingly.��

Tom sighed inwardly.� It was apparently
important to the wizard that his partner enjoy the act.� Although he probably preferred a dominant ..even sadistic.. role.. it seemed he would default to a more..affectionate..approach if only to ignite Tom�s own
arousal.�

He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, allowing the
kisses and gentle stroking touches�

It was difficult to believe that they
came from Caedmon.� The boy did not feel
like this at all.. but he
pretended all the same.�

When Grindelwald suckled his small nipple into an
excited pebble, he moaned softly and brought his hands up to embrace the body
over him.� It was wrong..
entirely wrong.. far too
large and muscled and the hair... the hair was curly..

He lowered his arms back down to the bed, preferring not to disturb his fantasy
that it was Caed teasing and delighting his body.

Lips traced down the length of his abdomen..and then a
hot wet tongue.� It felt good.. he shifted his hips slightly in
eager anticipation, breathing fast through his parted lips.�

When hot breath ghosted over his hardened shaft he murmured
�yesss...� and bucked slightly, anxious to be inside
the hot wet cavern of Caed�s mouth.��

Hands traced up the inside of his thighs, parting them without resistance and
then the searing slick tongue slid over the tight wrinkled skin of his
balls.� He moaned loudly and wound his
hips, wanting more.

�If you want that.. you must beg.�

The illusion of Caed shattered
again and Tom opened his eyes in guilty disappointment.� �He
stared at the ceiling feeling a mix of frustration and infuriation.� The hot breath of the dark wizard was still
tantalisingly whispering over the skin of his cock.�

�I won�t.� You don�t
need to tell me again.� It will never
happen� he said tightly.

He hissed softly as the hot tongue flickered over the base
of his cock teasingly.�

�No?�

A pity..� You
are such a pretty boy that I have wondered how you might..taste.� But if you do not want
it...�

Grindelwald pressed a light kiss
to the head of Tom�s cock as he raised himself up once again.�

�Turn over, Marvolo�� he murmured
low.� �I would have you that way today.�

Tom gritted his teeth and turned, responding with compliance
when the older wizard pulled him up onto his knees.� The cock was back tracing the pucker of his
arse within seconds and then he was carelessly penetrated, Grindelwald
thrusting in roughly and burying himself up to the balls in his body.�

He heard the man sigh in apparent relief before he started to move.�� Far from the slow strokes of before, the
wizard set a punishing tempo immediately.�
He did not bother to touch him overly either.� Tom clenched his eyes tightly as his body was
reminded strongly of the feeling of the muggle over him...fucking him in just
such a manner..�
It was a paralysing sensation.� Horrible.� The violent
aversion it automatically aroused made him feel physically nauseous.�

He dropped his upper body to the bed, burrowing his head in
his arms and concentrated on clearing his mind.�
Thinking nothing.� It would do no good to think of Caed right now.� He
did not want to be reminded of it at all when the boy next touched him.�

It took a long while before Grindelwald
reached his climax.. and when
he did it did not sound particularly satisfying.� He spilled himself deep inside Tom and then
pulled out immediately, moving back and retreating briskly from the bed.�

Tom opened an eye a crack to see him standing by a cabinet by the window,
pouring himself a drink of something.�

He let himself slide down onto the bed and relax somewhat, ignoring the
sensation of the wizard�s release beginning to drip from his body.� In a minute he�d scourgify
it.� At the moment he simply wished to
remain still and concentrate on pushing the feeling of sick horrified repulsion
from his mind.�

�You do this to yourself, you know�� the deep accented voice informed him,
betraying irritation.

�It does not have to be unpleasant for you..
I have shown my willingness to make it otherwise.. yet you continue to defy me..

You are self destructive, Marvolo�

Grindelwald moved into his field
of vision, still naked, but apparently scourgified, holding a tumbler of
something black.�

He was almost certain that it was Bruello.�

If the man decided to kiss him now, he�d probably require serious medical
attention.

He wondered whether the bastard was drinking it for pleasure
or purely to rub his own pristine pureblood roots in his face.�

�I will not beg you to do that� he said quietly, hoping for
an inflection which did not sound insolent.

�Do not play ignorant, boy.�
It doesn�t suit you.� You resist..everything.� I might almost believe that you were thinking
of another for the small time that you became excited while I touched you.�

If you insist upon being so
difficult, I will use you as nothing but a convenient hole.�

Tom said nothing.�
Under no circumstances did he want to acknowledge his thoughts of Caed and he was not certain he could convincingly deny them
at this moment.�

But this was exactly what he did not need.

The blasted man had already expressed at the beginning that
his willingness to entertain Tom�s wishes would depend upon how pleased he was
at the conclusion of their little interlude.�
After all the pain and discomfort it was unacceptable to think he might miss out on the things he had come
here for.� He could not allow Grindelwald to be unsatisfied.

The thought was like a black cloud, ominous and threatening.

He would have to.. to.. convince him... seduce him.. bring him to a point where he was content with Tom�s own
engagement.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to summon the
resolve to do what needed to be done.

Finally composed, he roused himself, gliding up onto his
knees on the bed and crawling toward the Wizard standing sullen at the side of
the bed sipping his drink.�

When he reached him he sat up on his knees and leaned in, tracing his
fingertips up the warm abdomen.. the
heavy muscled frame.� He looked up into
the ice-chip eyes that were watching him rather cynically and offered a small..tentative smile.

�I apologise.�� He
murmured in his best bedroom voice.

�I do not take well..
to such...treatment.��

He leaned in and pressed a soft lingering kiss to the other man�s
collarbone.� His presumptuous actions
were tolerated for the moment it seemed.�

He scratched his nails very lightly up the wizard�s sides and was privately
delighted at Grindelwald�s barely suppressed shiver.

�You will adapt� The wizard asserted gruffly.

Tom shook his head slightly and half shrugged.

�perhaps..�

He wrapped his arms around the larger man and kissed a slow
trail down to his nipple.

�But perhaps..we are not all suited to slavery..�� He licked a circle around the tightening
bud.� He could feel that the man�s breathing had increased a very small amount

�I can...endure.. your other...tastes..�� He punctuated his comment by sucking the hard
little pebble of flesh into his mouth and nibbling it gently.� A hand touched the back of his neck very
lightly, as if unwilling to frighten him away.�
�But..do you not enjoy this more.. when I desire you in return?�� He nipped sharply and pulled away, sucking as
the hand on the back of his neck tightened momentarily in reaction.

He traced his tongue up the centre of the broad chest,
gliding over the soft pale blonde hairs and then looked up at Grindelwald with his very best smouldering eyes.�

The dilemma was clearly visible on the great wizard�s face.�

He wanted to be in control..even
allowing this measure of freedom grated against him.. but
he truly preferred Tom to look at him this
way.�

Tom suppressed the smirk that might ruin everything and
wrapped his arms gently around the man�s neck, pulling him slowly down to kiss.
�He flicked a wandless scourgify at him to rid him of the traces of Bruello.� Grindelwald allowed it.�
He leaned down and caught Tom�s lips with restrained hunger, his own
arms winding around the younger boy�s body and dragging him closer.�

�Mmmmmm�� Tom allowed the moan of enjoyment,
knowing it would only help his case.� He
felt the hands on him tighten possessively.

Pulling away he gazed with unfocused eyes up into the pale
blue pools of the dangerous man above.

�Will you...lie down?�
Will you ...come back to bed?� he asked softly and chewed on his lip
disingenuously.�

Grindelwald snorted, unconvinced, but a slow smile
twisted his lips even so.

�You are an unconvincing innocent, Marvolo..But..I will
..give you a chance to persuade
me...if you wish.�

He moved forward, urging Tom back on the bed with strong arms and climbed to
straddle him.�

Tom frowned inwardly.� He pulled the
blonde curls down gently and kissed the warm firm mouth of the older wizard,
wrapping his legs about him smoothly and using them to press the larger body
even closer.

�Let me ride you again� he hushed between kisses, the fingers of one hand
playing in Grindelwalds locks.

�Gellert.� Grindelwald growled against his ear.� Tom found himself shivering involuntarily at
the low purr of it.

�You will call me by my name, Marvolo.. If you wish me to treat you other than a slave..�

�Gellert� he whispered against the
smooth throat.� �Please..�

He closed his eyes as he felt the other wizard delve hands
beneath him and then roll, till he lay atop the hard body, his legs freeing
themselves from beneath it and splaying wider lazily. He felt the hard cock
against his own and rocked against it lightly.�

�Thank you� he murmured, his lips skating lightly over the
slight prickle of the man�s jaw.�

�Thank you� he whispered as he captured Grindelwald�s...Gellert�s warm hungry mouth again.

�Mmmm... Thank you� he mumbled as
he began to crawl down the other wizard�s body, peppering his chest with licks
and nibbles, till he reached the strident organ and dropped over it, sucking it
hard and burying it deep..

Gellert moaned softly and muttered something in German
that Tom�s own vocabulary did not cover.�
He thrust his hips gently against the hot mouth swallowing him.�

Tom redoubled his efforts, fingertips tracing circles and patterns on the
inside of the thighs that the dark wizard parted eagerly for him.

He came up for air and glanced up at the man.� Gellert had tossed
his head to the side and his eyes were closed.�
He wore an expression of concentration.�

Dipping low he dedicated the requisite attention to the heavy balls that had
tightened and were firm and full with need.�
He nuzzled them with his nose as he trailed his tongue deeper, wondering
whether the powerful wizard might.. with
persuasion.. allow him to �

No.� Apparently not.� A
hand fisted lightly in his hair guided him up again to the cock that was
purpling pleasantly in unsated desire.�

�No. Marvolo.� Do not try to take the whole hand if I offer
you a finger� Grindelwald growled distractedly.

Smirking slightly, Tom returned his attentions to the heavy
cock.�

If he could not escape this situation..
and if he could not yet kill this man.. he privately decided
that he would, whenever this duty was forced upon him, do his very best to maneuver the other wizard into exactly that position.� He would fuck
Grindelwald eventually.� If at all possible.�

Gellert would whimper and mewl upon his cock.� It would be greatly satisfying.

Feeling the tension in the organ in his mouth he pulled away
slowly, displaying his apparent reluctance to stop and crawled back up the taut
body beneath him till he could straddle the shaft.� He leaned down and mouthed the hot neck of
the wizard, whose face was still turned, eyes still closed, a
soft mien of pleasure on his face.�

�Put it in..please..Gellert..� he breathed against his ear.�

Gellert shuddered.�
It surprised Tom.� He hadn�t
thought that he was making that big
an impression upon him.� It seemed he was
however.� The wizard fumbled to grip his
cock and position it at Tom�s arse.�

Slowly, teasingly, he lowered himself to swallow the thick
bar.� It didn�t hurt.� After the preparation and the earlier
reaming, all he experienced was a slight ache and a curious little hungry
eagerness.

He seated himself and rocked his hips in little circles,
squeezing the cock inside him even deeper.�

�Ohhhhh..� the man groaned
softly. �Move... You must move..� Ride me�

Tom blinked, curiously.�
Grindelwald was very affected right now.�

He slid himself up and down, tightening as far as he was able and sucking at
the shaft as he withdrew.�

Leaning down he wrapped his arms around the man�s neck and proceeded to kiss
and tongue it as he moved slowly.� He was
rewarded for his initiative with an urgent embrace.� The large arms curled around him and held him
close, held him gently as if he might
break.��

He breathed against Gellerts ear as he started to
move faster and the man actually whimpered,
clutching him closer.� Astounding, he
thought.. wondering what
exactly changed.�

Nibbling on the wizard�s earlobe, he gasped in pleasure when the other man
tightened the muscles of his abdomen, which not only caused his own cock to
grind against them wonderfully but also somehow changed the angle of the cock
inside him, brushing up against the arousing little nub inside.�

He nipped at the tender place below Gellerts ear
urging him to do it again.�

He wasn�t disappointed.�

He moaned softly and reached around for the man�s hand, finding it and guiding
it between them to his cock.

Gellert responded immediately, gripping him and
manipulating his cock with expert skill.�
He turned his face roughly and plunged his lips down upon the older
wizard�s, kissing him hungrily as he moved on him like a creature
possessed.� He received a growl into his
mouth and a hand on the base of his spine guiding him as the man started to
thrust up into him in counterpoint.

They came swiftly.� Gellert
exploding inside him almost immediately he felt Tom�s own release cascade onto
his chest, slippery between them.�

Tom�s face had been buried in the crook of his neck, biting gently in his
urgent need and he heard the whispered word.. barely breathed as the man shattered

�Albus!..��

He told himself that it was completely irrational to feel
the petulant resentment that he did.� He
had done the very same thing to the man earlier.� Had he thought he might get away with it, he
could easily have allowed himself to fantasise about Caedmon as he seduced the older wizard too

Still.� It was vaguely
insulting to know that his efforts were only as effective as they had been
because the other man had imagined him as the apparently superior partner he
preferred.

And it was absolutely abhorrent to imagine that Albus bloody Dumbledore was considered more desirable than he.

Huffing slightly, he let his head drop against the man�s
shoulder.. the man who was
now stroking his back with weary, contented,
fingertips.�

He relaxed, still straddled atop him...curled around him..the
slick softening shaft slipping out of his arse with a thin dribble of the second load of semen Gellert
Grindelwald had injected into him in the space of an
hour.

�You present a convincing argument, Marvolo.�� Gellert sighed
softly, turning his head and sniffing lightly at his hair, his arm tightening
around him slightly.

�Perhaps.. I prefer..your
active participation, after all.�

Tom smiled to himself.�

That was a good thing.� Anything that
reduced the chances of him feeling that lash again was a very good thing
indeed.

�Your hair.. your
skin.. smells of him, you know� Gellert
murmured. �I assume it is..Hogwarts soap..hair oil...something of the kind.�

Tom growled inwardly.� Was it necessary
to explicitly reference the bastard?!�
Associating Dumbledore with
anything sexual at all was horrific.

�You will always shower and use it before you come to me.� Gellert instructed.�
It could not be mistaken for a question or a request.�

Tom nodded against the shoulder, sighing softly, resigned.

He received a chaste kiss on the head for it.

�Good...�

�I believe I am prepared to discuss the memories you sent
now.�

Tom groaned inwardly at that
too.� He was more interested in accessing
the man�s library and to discuss the memories now might put him in a less than
amicable mood if he tried to press the point regarding his wish to threaten
Dumbledore.

�I have..something else for you..with me� he said quietly against the skin of the man�s neck.

He could feel the change of atmosphere as the man�s interest
was piqued sharply.

�Oh?� What might that
be?�

�I spent the day translating one of Slytherin�s journals...��

The body beneath him tightened at once in excited anticipation and then
tightened further in defense.�

He felt the rumble of the man�s voice in his throat against his lips

�What exactly do you hope to secure for this?�

He wriggled on him slightly, as if making himself more
comfortable and nuzzled at the neck gently.

�Very little.�
You don�t need to jump like that.

I have a ..private project.. that
I require some information for.� I was
hoping I might find something that could help in your library somewhere.�

He could feel the irritation and the temptation of the man
to refuse on general principles.

�We don�t have to
trade.. I can take the journal back with me when I go..�

Grindelwald growled beneath him.

�Marvolo.. you are trying my patience again.� What information do you seek?!�

Hesitating Tom wavered between telling and inventing
something tangentally related.

�Ethivoric charms on objects and
the potential for linking these to further objects after the charm is cast.�

There was a snort of derision.

�Foolish. Simply dispel the charm, link the objects
and then recast the charm upon both.�

If he could do that
he would hardly have needed to look for information obviously.� He informed the man as much.�

�The charm cannot be dispelled on this particular object.� It ..resists further
spells at present.� I thought to use it
in the passive sense as a target of another object � I would cast upon this object and, ideally, evade the
limitations in this way.�

Gellert was silent for a while,
apparently thinking.

�I may have something on that subject..
however it would depend upon the nature of your target
object � this thing you apparently do not wish to tell me about.� I suspect your plan will not succeed.

Whether or not it is a pointless line of research � you will give me the
journal for the books I possess on linking spells and ethivoric
charms�

Tom realised that he needed more than that.

If he wanted books on horcrux behaviour..assuming that
there existed such books and they had
not all been destroyed..he needed to ask.

�Can you not allow
me to look for myself?�

Gellert snorted in amusement.� �As you allowed me to
select from Slytherin�s library?!�

You are lucky I did not limit your exchange to one book.�

It seems you have put me in a generous mood, Marvolo.� Do not push my goodwill too far.��

He swallowed and nodded.�

�Thank you, Gellert�

The wizard beneath him seemed to relax again slightly.

�Very well.. I have agreed to your
little exchange.. we will
discuss the memories now.�

I require more proof to determine Albus� true agenda.� You will secure it for me before I will
permit you to attempt to make him aware of what you know.�

�What I know�, Tom
thought disparagingly.� The memory Grindelwald had given him had been sealed.� He hadn�t even been able to open it to watch
it.� The wizard had meant it when he said that Tom would not be allowed to use what he
gave him without his permission.�

�What proof do you want, exactly?!�� He asked, privately suspecting that there was
probably no measure of proof that would be enough to convince the blasted
besotted wizard.�

�I wish you to find out why
he has changed his intentions.� Why he
would turn against me..�

�Oh is that all� Tom groused internally. �convince
the man who despises me most to open his heart and reveal his most desperately
guarded secrets to me.� Certainly.. Can I do anything else for you while I�m at it?� Perhaps empty the ocean with a thimble?�

�I will see what I can do� he answered dryly.

Grindelwald seemed satisfied
enough with that answer.� No doubt he did
not expect him to succeed � it was merely a way of refusing his demand without
appearing to renege on their deal.

�The memory of the boy..was interesting..if
not particularly useful.�

Tom felt his hackles rise.�

He would not allow Caed near Grindelwald,
irrespective what the man might offer him.�
If he was about to suggest that-

�...I did not mean that the boy was interesting.�� He is
a sweet faced thing but my tastes run to dark haired partners and he is ..perhaps.. too frail..for my liking.� Weak..

It seems that your..interests..
in him have shifted.�
He is no longer purely a useful object to you.

But let us ignore that for now.� What was
the spell you used to make him talk?� Or
was it a potion?� He did not seem willing
to tell you the things he did.�

Tom took a breath.�
That was the obvious answer to his problems with Dumbledore!�

It would be almost impossible to carry out however.� He did not think he was currently capable of
incapacitating the man.�� He would need
to think on it.

�It was a potion.�
Dumbledore gave it to Caed.� He dragged him from the corridors into his
office this morning at an ungodly hour and interrogated him.�

Thankfully he was not able to get much out of him before I had engineered a
distraction and reclaimed him.�

He couldn�t see the face of the other wizard but he could
tell from the shift in his body that the man was perturbed by the
information.� Did he truly see Dumbledore
as some kind of saint � incapable of the cruelty that Tom himself had observed
the man perpetrate over and over again upon himself?!

�Caed recognised the potion.� He called it �veritaserum� � apparently the
Ministry of Magic unspeakable division has recently developed it.� It is more effective in his time.� He expected it to last for six hours but its
effects had vanished completely after only three.�

The hand on his back stroked him slowly, thoughtfully.

�It sounds a very useful thing to possess...�� the wizard hinted
obviously.

�I imagine that it is.� Tom responded circumspectly.

They lay quietly for a while, each distracted by their own
thoughts until Grindelwald� spoke again.

�Would you perhaps like to take dinner with me..Marvolo?�� I ..hope you do not
have to rush away so suddenly this time.�
We could dine and then read for a few hours.�

Tom smirked against the warm skin.�

It had been phrased as a question.�

It seemed the dark wizard had now realised that he had more to gain by currying
favour with him than by disciplining and seeking to intimidate his new charge..

�I would like that.�
Thank you� he replied politely, tightening his arms around the man and forcing
himself to..snuggle down against him.

�The arms around him tightened slightly
and he thought he felt the man emit a soft sigh.

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