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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
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- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
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- 24-Ch 24
- 25-ch 25 - provisional
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He writhed, pinioned, caught between the incessantly moving..teasing hand and the hard body behind him.� Gellert panted
against his ear.�

He had been reading.�
They had both been reading..� He was sitting by the fire..
reading Asmodeus chapter on ethivoric adaptations.�
Grindelwald had been sitting at his desk,
reading Slytherin�s second journal with great delight.�

The second journal.. one of
the great wizard�s lesser works, in Tom�s opinion.. filled
with rhetoric and fire about the sanctity of the great houses.. the purity of blood.. very little
magic of significant import contained within the pages.� Just..the wizard�s
very particular beliefs on the role of those of lesser blood..�

Perhaps it had been a poor choice to give Grindelwald
that journal.� Perhaps he should have
selected one of the others.. one
of the ones focussing on herbology.. biology.. perhaps that would have
been less inflammatory..� He had thought
that this journal would appeal to the
dark wizard.�

He had been right..�
but perhaps it would have been better not to emphasise
those ideas.

Grindelwald had called him
over.�� Summoned him,
as it were.�� There was no..refusing.. obviously.

Unceremoniously he had torn away the robe he had only hours
before offered him ..the silken robe he�d given while
he was in that generous reasonable mood...when he�d asked him to remain.. He�d torn it away and dragged him down upon
his lap.�� Fondled him..bitten
him..a thing..a toy for his
pleasure once more.�

There were no tender �whispers.. no
kisses.. He�d simply freed himself, muttered a charm to slick the channel and
taken what he wanted.�

Tom�s legs were splayed over the robed form below, his hands
gripped the arms of the chair, white knuckled as he raised and dropped himself
on the man..worked to bring him..bring
them both to end.

�Unworthy little mudblood� Grindelwald growled
against his neck, dragging him up by the hand on his cock..forcing
him down.. faster.. harder..

He panted..he could feel..his
own climax within grasping distance..� In
this state, his mind was blunted to the sting of the words..� a little more.. if the hand holding him would only...

The wizard�s other hand stroked up his chest, owning him..
smearing the tiny pearls of sweat.� The hand around his cock gripped only.. not stroking..denying
him the relief he sought

�Gellert..�
he murmured impatiently as he ground himself down against the cock impaling
him..

He was dragged back hard against the man�s robed chest.�

�It was... a mistake...You do not deserve the honour..of
..using my.. name�� was gritted out against his neck.�

He let his head fall back on the broad shoulder, turned his face to reach the
skin of the other man, bucking against his tightly gripping fist, trying to get
him to allow him his release.�

::Gellert::.. he hissed softly, needily.� It seemed to set the man beneath him on
fire.� He clenched him tightly and thrust
up into him from below.�

�Again, Marvolo..� Grindelwald groaned, sucking on his jaw.� �Say it again..�

::Gellert..Gellert..:: he hissed and wound his hips. �more..� let me come..� he
demanded in a needy whine.

The hand gripping him began to stroke him in fast brutal movements.� It was almost painful..
but it was enough.�
He jerked up against it in tact, racing after his climax..catching it.. diving into
it.� His cock spilt over the warm
fist.�

�Master.. Call
me Master..� the wizard behind him panted hungrily..

He knew he didn�t mean in the human language..

::My Lord..:: he hissed, limp and malleable in his
aftermath.. ::My Lord...Gellert::

With a grunt of release, the wizard pumping into him broke..clamping
him hard to him.. clinging.. hands
rough on Tom�s sensitive skin.. wrapped around him
tightly..

�Uhhhh..�� Grindelwald sighed..his head leaning against him.�

His mind reassembling itself, Tom struggled with difficulty to suppress any
outward sign of the revolted anger now burning him up at being obliged to call
any wizard his Lord..�

It did not matter if the meaning was
not the same for serpents.. for
Grindelwald it meant master.. that was his understanding of it.�

He would find a way..�
in time he would find a way to repay this
indignity.��

�Get off, boy.�� Grindelwald�s
voice was impatient, if weary.��

He slid away, naked and slick and scourgified himself.�� The robe he had worn earlier lay in tatters
at the great wizard�s feet.��

He considered repairing it but instead scowled and stalked back to the chair by
the fire, lowering himself back into it in his unclothed form and reclaiming
his book.�

There was nothing in the book of much value that he had seen.�

Everything had been a waste.� He�d
sacrificed a lot... for nothing.�

He could not use Grindelwald to keep Dumbledore at
bay � he�d have had a better position if he had simply used what Caed had told him initially and done his own private
research...

Of course, without the charmed necklace the bastard had given him, Dumbledore
might have acquired a lot more information from Caed...

But still.. he was a leashed dog.� Unable to truly put Dumbledore in his place.. unable to access the books he
needed to find the answer to his horcrux problem.�

The man had sworn to offer him knowledge.. to take him as an apprentice.. Instead he was no better than
Adorno.. A
warm body to use whenever the mood struck.

And a large portion of blame for this state of affairs could
be attributed to the weak little wretch back at Hogwarts, probably out of his
mind with fear at being left alone with the basilisk.�

Caed would pay
for this. �

He would remove the necklace, extract every useful piece of information from
the little cur�s mind and then spend the weekend taking his ire out upon him in
pain.�

He shifted the large book on his lap, aware of the attention of the older
wizard.�

�You pout like a child, Marvolo�� he was
informed.��

He ignored it and tried to focus upon the information which, while not
pertaining to his problem, was not completely
worthless, and could probably be of eventual value in some other endeavour.

�Tell me about your private
project.. as you
described it.� What are you truly looking
for?� It is obvious that it is not in
that book.�

Perhaps I may help.. if you
explain.�

He snorted.� It was
unlikely.

And if the dark wizard had not yet realised the potential of possessing a
horcrux, Tom had no wish to direct his attention to the possibility.�� He was after all looking for means by which
to prevail against the oncoming defeat not to prolong his existence
indefinitely.�

He had promised to try to prevent him from internment, not to tolerate his
treatment forever.� At worst.. he could hope that if he was
unable to destroy him.. Grindelwald would eventually
grow old and die

�Do not trouble yourself...Master�� he said, the word dripping off his tongue like
acid� �...I will
resolve my problem one way or another.� I
am..thankful.. for the chance
to access these books�

Grindelwald was at his side in a
second and he gasped, his hand flying to his chest
where the hidden mark burned painfully.

�insolent wretch.� You will learn to curb your tongue, boy.� It has caused you difficulty several times
already..�
Perhaps I should relieve you of it.�

Fear flared in him.�
Thanks to the mark, he couldn�t defend himself against this man.

But no.� he�d agreed to pain.. without
permanent physical harm.� This was an
empty threat.

�My...apologies...Gellert�� he breathed with
difficulty gripping at the place where a burning coal seemed to have been
embedded in his flesh.

The pain abated.�

�Get out of my chair.�
You should sit on the floor, as befits your station�� The tone was snappy..irritable.� No
generous afterglow at present then, he reasoned.�

Although.. perhaps there had
been one.. perhaps the man�s question about his
research had been the generous
impulse.�

He unfolded himself gracefully from the chair, keeping hold
of the thick tome and gestured, perhaps slightly sardonically for the robed man
to take his place.�

Moving to the hearth, he lowered himself to his knees and then his back,
charming the book to levitate above him and folding his arms behind his
neck.�

The warmth of the fire on his skin was pleasant.�� He returned his attention to the influence
of substrate in ethivoric charms.�

He read another five pages and had come to the conclusion
that a diary was perhaps a rather weak choice for a self resurrecting horcrux,
in light of the much more rapid energy transference possible with some stones
and metals.�

The horcrux might perhaps only have been sentient at all due to the particular
parameters he had set upon the charms.�
It needed to have the ability to communicate.. to interact with the host it was leeching.. in order to facilitate the transfer.��

He was no longer convinced that sentience in such an object was such a positive
thing..��

Musing on this he was miles away when the other wizard spoke.

�it is..such
a pity..about you, Marvolo..�

He became aware that the man was, once again, staring at
him.� Inwardly he groaned and hoped he
didn�t want to fuck him again.

�If it were not for your dirty blood..�

The man looked at once wistful and disappointed.

��You are..such..a pleasing creature... if your foolish whore of a mother had not destroyed your noble heritage... I would
keep you here.. I would keep you.. teach
you..� In time perhaps we would have..�� he trailed off.

Tom felt a sudden irrational impulse to defend a woman he
had despised his entire life long.. He ignored it.

�Yes well.. we
all are as we are, Gellert.� I shall
make the best of what I am.�� It seems I
am not quite so ruined that my noble ancestor would deny me.� His spells allow me access to his works and
his chambers after all..�� He turned the page of the text.

There was silence for a few minutes before the response came.� Grindelwald sounded
thoughtful.

�Yes..� Perhaps you are right.� Slytherin himself has accepted your corrupted
flesh.�

�And after all.. you are..quite powerful...clever..attractive...�� He looked pensive.

Tom returned his attention to the matter of ethivoric charms.��
The next few pages dealt with temporary variants which would merely store energy to be reclaimed at a later
point.�

�Have I been..unreasonable in
denying the evidence before me?� Your
noble blood is clearly stronger than the muggle infection... �

Glancing up from the text Tom could see the indecision on the man�s face.� What was he weighing up?!� This was perhaps not a matter that could be
safely ignored.�

�Gellert?�� he asked uncertainly

�Tell me of your recent marking of your servants.� Your binding of the boy..
how did you fare?�

Tom reached up and gripped the book, releasing the charm and
laying it aside.�� Grindelwald
was not going to allow him to attend to reading either way, it seemed.� He raised himself on his elbows, bending one
knee and admiring the glow of his own skin in the firelight.�

�It all proceeded to my satisfaction.�� He offered vaguely.�

The expression on the other man�s face communicated that this was
insufficient.� He smiled and let himself
slide down again onto his back, bending one arm under his head and stroking the
skin of his abdomen absently with the fingers of the other hand.�

�I collected nine muggles from
various settlements and cities around Britain; seven females, two males.. ranging in age..�� He bit off the comment remembering the tiny
blonde that Caed had informed him had been only ten
years old..�

�I brought my servants alcohol.. various
lesser drugs...music...� toys..�
They were all quite enchanted with the offerings laid before them..�� he smirked faintly, letting his eyes slip closed.

�I bound and marked them all with a promise of absolute
servitude..

...Except caed.. he would not be drawn to concede without clarifying the
terms.. �� His
smile widened..

�It was...pleasurable..to enslave
them.� I did not seal my mark with..pain..as you did.�� Caed in
particular was quite..lovely.�

�Pain is necessary for understanding� the older man
criticised mildly.

�They do not..fully.. understand yet..�� Tom countered.� �They believe we are all joined as brothers.. I worded myself somewhat..inexactly.� It will taken them a while to realise that
they belong to me for life now.. that
they no longer have the option of
dissent.�

He stroked slowly up and down the slight valley between his
lean abdominal muscles, enjoying the sensation.

�I bound Caed to me immediately
afterward.. while the others
were enjoying their rewards.�� It was..�� he drifted into silence, thinking back to the sight of the
beautiful tanned waif clutching at him needily..breathing his desire..

�It exceeded all expectations..� he stated ambiguously.�
He heard the leather creak as the other man shifted in his chair
slightly.

��Afterward he was
persuaded to participate in the games with the Muggles..� He tortured and killed one..
a girl..�� He
performed admirably; using several Surinaste hexes
and finished her with something even I �did not
recognise.� I was pleased with him..�

He snorted softly, allowing his amusement to show.. �I
forced another of the muggles to dine on the remains
of Caed�s kill..since she
was so well cooked..�

He thought he heard a soft vaguely disapproving tsk from Grindelwald.

�It was early in the morning when they had all finished.. I sent them back to school and took care of the
remains.�� That is all there is to tell.�

The sensation of the warm hand on his chest made him flinch
and open his eyes in surprise.� The man
sat on the floor by his side, resting on one arm.� He had not heard him move.

The warm hand stroked him slowly as if he were a cat on the
hearth.�

�I would like to see the memory..�� Grindelwald stated
with a neutral tone, while his eyes glittered hungrily.��

Sighing he closed his eyes again..�

�Gellert.. Not to put too
fine a point on it.. but you
have already fucked me quite raw.. I sense it would not be in my best interests
to give you that memory at present.�

Perhaps I shall give it to you in the morning, before I return to school�

The hand on him paused but then continued its gentle stroking.�

�..very well Marvolo..��

He listened to Grindelwald�s quiet
breathing and wondered whether his acquiescence could be construed to mean that
he would be allowed to leave in the
morning.

�I have.. one
or two things to do for the next hours..�
I wonder if you might like to take your book to bed..� or perhaps the
bath?��

Tom raised an eyebrow without opening his eyes.�
He was to be allowed to take books away from the wizard�s view?..

it surprised him that the man was letting him out of
his sight at all.�

Particularly in light of how much time he had spent today touching him.. looking at him.�

They had dined at a rather intimate little table in a room
with a view over seemingly endless dark green forests.�

As he had consumed the perfectly medium rare filet mignon with red wine sauce,
he had felt the pale blue eyes constantly gliding over him, scrutinising and
assessing him.�

A part of him didn�t really mind, to be perfectly frank.

He had come to realise a long time ago that he actually enjoyed the attention of others.� When that attention was
mixed with a healthy portion of desire, even more so.�� So he had taken the meal with poise.. enjoyed each dainty bite and
pretended to be entirely oblivious to the stare of the other man.

He had listened, with genuine interest, as the blonde wizard
spoke idly about his frustration with the French ministry of magic and the
difficulty of waging a battle on multiple fronts.

He was certain that the information might come in useful to him at some point
later in his life, so, sipping his wine, he had paid full attention.. barely questioned at all, and when,
then only to clarify points he lacked the context to immediately grasp.

It had been quite heady, to be spoken to in that manner by
the man in question.�

Admittedly he had not discussed anything truly
sensitive.� Everything mentioned could
perhaps have been gleaned from public record and other sources available to tom.. and he had the feeling that Grindelwald had been speaking largely in order to allow his
own mind to chew over things, rather than to actually inform his conversation
partner.. nevertheless.. it
had been ...pleasing..

Thus it was even more
infuriating when the man, after only a few hour�s reading, had seemed to
relapse entirely to his original view...�

he had called him mudblood... His
treatment had been extremely callous..

And now he was to be allowed to leave the dark wizard�s
presence... to read in private..�

Tom mulled this over.� Grindelwald had a frustratingly changeable nature.�� There was nothing to say that he would not
go to bed or to the bath only to have the man storm in suddenly and commence
beating him.�

�I would appreciate the chance to bathe.. if I may..� he responded softly.�� The hand on his chest continued to stroke
him slowly..

�You may..� I
will have the elves prepare one.� I think
you know the way..�

Tom�s other eyebrow joined the one dubiously raised..� He was allowed to find his own way back to the wizard�s
bedchambers?!

What exactly was he playing at now?!

The whispers were all around him.� He couldn�t understand what they were
saying.� This was a place without
perspective, white..formless.. He felt disorientated
immediately.� Looking around it was white
and shimmering mist in all directions..

and above

And below..

He hung in the void regretting his somewhat foolhardy choice
to step into a magical fire because a basilisk said so.�

there was no book.. there was
nothing here..� Just him.

�Harry�

A voice.. but it wasn�t �a voice.. was it.. he hadn�t heard
anything.

He just had the memory of the word.. as if it had been said.�

A man�s face flashed in his mind..� He was-...hard to describe..It
was all vague impressions. ..He looked..strong.. hearty..�

He had red wavy hair that just brushed his shoulders..
a short goatee and moustache..dark
green eyes.��

He was smiling.��

The image was there in his memory for a moment.�

�Godric�

Tom�s face fluttered in his mind�s eye for a second..� an
older tom.� Perhaps that was what
voldemort looked like before he�d lost his body.

�Salazar� the thought whispered surreptitiously.

He shivered.

�I�m talking to the founders� he thought with an unease that
he couldn�t quite place.�

Except he wasn�t.

-Talking that is..

Why could the snake understand them when all he heard were these soft
unintelligible whispers.�

Where were Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Huffelpuff then?

There was a faint, faint,
flash of black hair.. and
then the memory of the scent of baked bread..�
Nothing more..

The faces of Gryffindor and Slytherin burned in his mind
again.� And then...blood..� The final idea was
much clearer.� There were a lot of
examples of it in his memory.. a
cut finger, a fallen death eater in a puddle of it, a droplet poised to fall.. The scent, the taste.�
The idea was simply fuller.

It was hard to understand what was being communicated this
way.� He didn�t like the sensation of
strange information simply placed into his memory.�

�What do I have to do?!� he asked..but
couldn�t hear his voice.

It seemed that the founders.. or at least those two he could get any halfway clear impression of.. were not
quite ready to get to the point.�

He was reminded of his connection with Tom... his binding.. and there was an unaccountable
positive feeling around him.� Happiness.. satisfaction.. hope..

But it soured then and felt quite bittersweet.�
Like regret.

Harry wondered for a moment whether the feelings were about him at all.

An impression of joined hands..� The two founder�s faces flickered again.. and the wistful sad feeling
struck him again.

Then the book shimmered into view in front of him, as if it
had been hidden behind a veil the entire time.��
He reached for it in relief.

And remembered the feeling of pouring
something.� �

A hint of green � a robe, a forest, a crayon, the Slytherin
crest.

The water.. the
water first..� He drew the small phial
from his pocket and opened it, hesitating only a moment before pouring it over
the middle of the page.�

It seeped in..just as his writing seeped in when he
wrote to tom..� It vanished.

A moment later there was a bewildered response from Tom

Caedmon?

What is
happening?� What was that?!

He caught the memory of sitting astride his broom and
feeling the wind in his face.� It was
peaceful.. he felt free..

Ravenclaw.�

But how to apply it?!� In the jar it was
merely air..

ok.. compressed air,
admittedly.. but it was hardly wind.� �He had
no idea how to make it so.� He unscrewed
the jar carefully and held it close to the page.� Then he opened the jar only a tiny
crack.�

The air rushed out of the slit onto the page.��
There was no sign on the page that anything had happened.

Caedmon??�� What are you doing?!� Caedmon??

He knew..just knew that the earth came next.. It was a feeling without words or
colours.. He dug a handful of dirt out of the
miniaturised pot and smeared it over the clean page.��

It seemed to become slightly less...�

When he dusted off the large grains that remained, the page was clean
again.�

He ignored the frantic writing that scrawled across the page
demanding answers.

The fire then..

He was a bit uneasy about the fire, to tell the truth.� No matter that everything else had been
absorbed.. he had a horrible
mental image of the book catching alight.

Worse.. of
the Tom Riddle inside screaming in pain as he was burned..

He drew the fire out and used his wand to cancel the stasis
charm on it.� Its orange tongues returned
to life, moving and dancing.�

If he did this.. if
he touched the flame to the diary horcrux and this..spell..
this..was it a binding in some way?�

If it worked..
there was a good chance that Tom Riddle would not die.. That everything he had
believed had happened in the past might unravel.. might be picked apart as Tom drew out the information from
him and devised ways to thwart fate.�

As he Invented ways to trick him into
believing..well.. into
believing what he believed now.

And if the diary horcrux lived.. who knew what it might do.�

But it seemed like the founders
wanted him to do it..�
They�d made it possible.� Even now
he felt a heaviness in his arm.. a
temptation to lower it slightly from where it hung over the diary.�

Why would Hogwarts want to help
Tom?!� Surely if it knew his name.. if it could manipulate his
memory like this.. it also knew what Tom would do..

How could it condone this..� How could it help ...

He swallowed and shut that thought down as far as he
could.�

How could Hogwarts help Tom?� The better question would be � how could he himself choose to help him?!� Why would he?!

�bond�� mate��
�husband�� the concepts shivered
faintly in his mind.

And an overwhelming sense of hope and faith somehow.� It was undirected.�

It wasn�t his.

He lowered the flame to the diary page.�

The orange ephemeral flickering heat caught and flared
across the surface of the page, vanishing immediately as if sucked into
it.� The book shimmered suddenly as if
through a heat haze and then glowed brightly with a white light.

Harry cried out in surprise as he was thrown backwards
without warning

He landed in a heap on the stone floor, the runes around him
coruscating blue momentarily.

There was a slap sound as the diary fell to the floor beside
him, as if dropped from a great height.�

He looked at it in horror. �

Was Tom alright?!� What if it had killed him..

No.. no it couldn�t kill him � �But what if it did something else..

He opened the diary and looked at the blank page in the glare from the white fiery
light.� He had no quill..
no ink..

Something moved beyond the flames.� It caught his eye.��

There was a shadow.

�Where-..� the familiar voice broke off and, apparently
seeing the basilisk it hissed silibantly.�

::Seshastra!!..� I have missed
you.� If you are here..
if I am
here.. my other self must be here.. or
perhaps...::

�Caedmon?...� Tom�s voice called, sounding thoughtful.

Harry blinked.

The diary horcrux Tom was here.� Physically here, apparently.

He had changed time!�

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..

Climbing to his feet, worried, he wondered whether the soul fragment could be
put back in somehow..�
or something..

He felt a treacherous tug toward it.�

::Massster..
your mate is ssstrong..� he sssaved you..:: the basilisk informed the shadow on the far
side of the fire sounding pleased with itself.�

::I asssisssted.. sslightly::� It added as an afterthought.

�Caedmon??�� Tom�s
voice sounded hopeful now.� There was a
strange note in it though.� It was almost
a tinge of fear; as if he couldn�t quite believe this was truly happening, was
afraid it was a dream.

He sounded different to Tom..

Harry chastised himself..� It wasn�t Tom.�

But well.. What the hell else was it if not Tom?!� What else could he call him?!

�I�m here� he answered quietly.�

The faint diffuse shadow glided to its feet quickly.� It moved around the fire and then when he saw
it ... it was so..absolutely
indistinguishable from Tom.. it was actually
frightening.�

He stayed where he was, warily, watching to see what the elegant uniformed boy
would do next.

Tom approached slowly, clearly reading his apprehension.

�I take it you did not realise what the effect of your
actions would be, Caedmon� he said quietly, his eyes inspecting Harry from top
to bottom with great interest.�

�Even though I instructed
you to defer action until I had had the chance to consider the ramifications of
this act..

...even though you disobeyed me...Tom�s
eyes flashed in momentary irritation but softened again immediately

�...I thank you..
This is....infinitely.. superior to the endless tedium of
that tiny world.� I cannot..begin..to describe it..�

He stepped closer, till he was no more than an arm�s length away.

�Perhaps we might return to the chamber..�� he said quietly, a
tiny smirk twisting the corner of his mouth as his eyes continued to devour
Harry like a starving man before a banquet.�
�It would be wise not to remain here too long...Seshastra
is somewhat exposed in this place...�

Harry swallowed... looking up at the familiar eyes that were
so desperately hungry.�

�Ok..� he managed, feeling like an
idiot.

The Tom
he had never met before reached out boldly and brushed his hair aside slightly,
his fingertips barely grazing Harry�s skin.��

�You are as lovely as he described..� Tom informed him
softly.� �I am..pleased.. that
you are mine.�

Harry was unable to suppress the shiver that tingled up his spine. �

He wasn�t his.. surely.. He was Tom�s..� this
wasn�t.. well ok.. but it wasn�t
his Tom.�

Tom would almost certainly view his horcrux counterpart as a separate entity.� Harry was willing to bet on that.

�Uh.. Ok..� ...Um..We�ll..have to ride Seshastra.� I don�t know the way.�� He admitted it easily but then felt foolish
for having done so.

The glint
in Tom�s eyes suggested that he did
know the way but he gestured for Harry to precede him to the basilisk anyway.

Seshastra was wriggling about through the narrow way
with renewed vigour and had dragged his entire body into the heart chamber once
again.�

He hissed softly, happily, when Tom moved close, as if unable to resist, and
ran his hands over the black shimmering scales.

::Such a beautiful creature:: he praised him. ::Wise.. loyal...Seshastra..
I had feared that I might never see you again..::

Harry
turned away, guilty and feeling bizarrely as if he were intruding on something
private.

He moved to the place immediately behind the large horns on the beast�s head
and carefully jumped and threw himself over the large black body, rearranging
his position until he sat comfortably straddling it and could grip the
horns.�

He looked
back to find that Tom was staring at him with wide glistening eyes.��

He looked.. so different.. to his Tom.� He looked painfully grateful, somehow..and in awe..

Those were expressions that were not generally at home upon Tom�s face.

Although...

He had looked at him that way when he had discovered that Harry spoke
parseltongue.

�Um..� What?!�� he blurted
uncomfortably.�

It was a stupid thing to say, he knew � but he just had to break the long
moment in which the other boy stared at him.�

Tom blinked and snorted softly as if amused, shaking his head slightly in
wonder.

�You..cut a fine form.. upon
his back.� Do you mind my asking,
however, how exactly you persuaded him to carry you...to bring you here?�

Harry
fidgeted.

::Come on:: he hissed quietly.� ::We have to get
back down to the chamber.� We can talk
there::

This Tom didn�t flinch back in shock.� His eyes widened marginally but he nodded as
if he had expected it.�

::I could imagine no other way he would have carried
you:: he explained softly, moving to stand near Harry�s dangling leg

A moment
later he had leapt and was lifting himself up gracefully astride the serpent
behind him.�

Harry grumbled internally at the annoying way that everything Tom did was always so elegant and perfect.� Even climbing up a shiny,
slippery chest high tube of snake.

Tom slid
himself forward until he sat close
behind Harry.�

::Go, Seshastra:: he
commanded absently as his hands, lightly..tentatively,
laid themselves on Harry�s waist.� It was
as if he were afraid to frighten him off..

Or afraid that he would disappear any second.

Harry jolted as the snake beneath them moved suddenly, its body rearing
up.� He had to grip the horns tightly and clench with his legs and he still slid back against Tom, who, in
turn, had had to wrap his arms around Harry�s body not to fall backward.

The
basilisk gave the equivalent of a snicker before it moved to shoehorn itself
through the narrow passage once again.�

It was clear that it was too narrow to leave their legs at their sides.�

On the way in, Harry had solved the problem by laying himself along the animals�
body.� But now...Tom was behind him.� He couldn�t do that.� Perhaps if he curled his
knees up against his chest?

As if the
boy behind him had seen the problem at the same time he moved back slightly and
his arms unwrapped themselves from the embrace, his hands quickly gliding down
to Harry�s thighs with feather-light brushes.�

In one sudden motion he tugged his legs backward and up and Harry found himself
suddenly on his belly, legs straddling the firm body behind him, face lying
against the cool black scales.

He felt
himself responding helplessly in an almost pavlovian
way.� His cock hardened.�

If Tom
realised... he didn�t say anything.� He
simply gracefully swung his own legs up and back, lowering himself
to lie, cradled between Harry�s parted legs.�
He reached his arms up the length of Harry�s body and stretched himself
taut, sighing in contentment before relaxing and delving his hands beneath
Harry, lowering his head to rest his cheek upon Harry�s back.�

It was
horribly..wonderfully..comfortable..

This was not Tom however.

He felt guilty for not even trying to adjust their position to something that
felt less..intimate.

When they
had left the narrow passage and Harry moved to lower his legs, Tom�s hand on
his thigh arrested the movement.

::Stay, Caedmon:: he murmured, moving slightly as if
snuggling down against his back and stroking Harry�s thigh with his fingertips..

Harry shivered again.

And blushed immediately afterward for his inappropriate attraction.

Seshastra hissed soothingly.� It seemed he was moving with particular care
for his passengers.� It was probably a
lot more work to hold this large a section of his body still and still slither.�

It probably explained why he seemed to be moving much slower than he had on the
way here.

Tom�s
hand moved gently down his side, stroking him.�
The hand moved away and then he felt both of Tom�s hands placed on the
basilisk�s scales either side of his waist.�
The sensation of Tom slowly dragging himself up his body was sinfully
exciting.�� When he stopped he could feel
Tom�s groin pressed against him and the warm rosepetal
softness of lips traced the back of his neck.�

�Stop..� he mumbled, not wanting him to stop at all.

::Sshhhh...:: the deep smooth voice
hissed near his ear and licked him, trailing kisses down, as he pulled aside
the neck of his robes and bit him gently where his neck met his shoulder.�

He moaned and couldn�t prevent himself from grinding his hips against the hard
surface below.

There were two softly hissed chuckles
and he blushed, embarrassed.

::Stop..:: �he pleaded..�
::You�re not..him.. I can�t..::

::I AM him...� I am me,
Caedmon.� And you do not truly wish me to stop.::

He punctuated his words by delving a hand in Harry�s hair and pulling his head
to the side gently but firmly in order to better access his neck, which he then
proceeded to nibble up and down, until Harry was a boneless puddle of
shuddering want.

::You mussst open the way, Massster::� Seshastra hissed reluctantly.�

Harry regained a small amount of rational awareness and tried to wriggle away
slightly.� The Tom currently above him
sighed in mild infuriation and placed his hands on Harry�s wrists, pinning them
to the scaly surface effortlessly as he raised his head and hissed the
incantation absently.

::Stop that:: he commanded softly releasing Harry�s
wrists and trailing his fingers up his arms.

Whatever
Harry might have wanted or felt he should do, what he did was promptly melt into a mindless pile of goo again as soon as
Tom had returned to gently trailing little bites up his neck.�

He didn�t feel the hand slip into his pocket at all.

He did however become abruptly aware
that his robes were missing.� Not soon
enough to even react before his shirt followed them.� The cold air in the dark tunnel seized his
naked flesh.

�HEY!!� STOP!!� What the fuck!!�
he demanded loudly, struggling hard now.�

The
smooth tip of a wand trailed up his side, over his ribs.�

::I told you to stop that..:: Tom hissed distractedly,
::Your wand responds well to me, you
know..::�

Harry felt Tom�s robes pressed against his back shift away and then Tom�s
tongue was trailing down his spine slowly, flickering here and there
suggestively. ��

God... it felt ..so good..� He tried
to make himself keep fighting.. but
it was just ..counter to every desire in his body
right now.�

What he wanted was to turn over and
let Tom suck him.�

He had no doubt he would, given half
a chance.�

And that
idea was what he needed not to think
about because there was almost nothing more beautiful than the sight of Tom�s
lips wrapped around his cock.�

The wand
in Tom�s hand had obviously been put away somewhere since fingertips returned
to his skin, tracing down the delicate skin at the side of his lower
abdomen.� They ventured beneath him
slightly and down to the waistband of Harry�s trousers.

::You know that you will give yourself to me:: Tom�s hiss was
the serpentine equivalent of a sultry purr.�

It did things to Harry�s groin.�

:: After all.. you already
have::� He felt the smirk as Tom bit his shoulderblade gently.�

With a twist
as the basilisk turned the 90 degree angle into a new tunnel, the quality of
the light changed.� There was a definite
greenish tinge on the black shiny surface against which Harry�s cheek was
pressed.

It was
mere seconds before they emerged back into the large dark chamber.�

Tom did not cast the incantation to light the torches, although he did lift his
head and raise the wand, pointing it ahead.�
He hissed the command to open the hidden chamber and then dropped his
face back down to where he was kissing the back of Harry�s neck and his
shoulders slowly,

Seshastra did not even stop, but glided smoothly
across the black glassy liquid and through the door.

He didn�t stop in the antechamber either but proceeded all the way down to the
bedroom, hesitating just a few metres into the room
and lowering his head to the ground carefully.

Tom made
no move to allow Harry to escape.� If
anything he increased his exploration.�
The fingertips that had traced the top of his trousers before now
returned and delved under the fabric.� �Harry squirmed
as he felt the feathery touch on his hard cock through his underwear.�

And then,
without warning, Tom had slid smoothly off the basilisk and dragged him down,
catching him neatly in his arms and carrying him to the bed quickly.�

::Masssster..:: Seshastra�s
voice was quietly wheedling.�

::Yes.:: Tom responded distractedly.� :: You may stay and enjoy the fire if you
remain quiet and do not disturb us.::

Harry
whined at the seeming inevitability of this.�
Tom was going to fuck him now
and apparently the basilisk was going to watch.� And there was nothing whatsoever he could
do.� These things would happen.

Tom was
unbuttoning his trousers impatiently and he tried to push his hands away in
order to explain that he couldn�t do this � that at the very least they needed
to talk to Tom about whether this was
allowed.� The very idea that it would be was so ludicrous.��

Sensing his reluctance, Tom didn�t bother removing the rest of his clothing and
simply used the wand to vanish them, quickly divestoing
his own at the same time.�

He was so..breathtakingly gorgeous..�

Harry shook his head and tried to stop staring.�
He blinked and averted his eyes.

�No.. don�t turn away..� Tom said in a
soft, almost pleading, voice.

�I am equally taken with you Caedmon.. Please.. Don�t be difficult...It
has been so very long since I have touched.. since I have kissed...

You are the loveliest creature .. and you are my mate.. or so I
am told..

You would not refuse me.. when
I need you so.. would you?�

He cupped Harry�s face and turned it back toward him, leaning down very slowly
in order to make his intent absolutely clear, and then he kissed him.

He kissed
differently to Tom.

That was impossible, right?� They were
the same person.�

This Tom�s
kiss was more hesitant.. less
certain of itself.� He kissed as if he
truly feared that Harry might not want him.

It was a gentle investigation.. the
hot tongue invading tentatively and exploring him.. testing
his response before teasing and tangling with his own.

He knew
he wasn�t going to reject him.� He could
never refuse Tom.�

He had probably already been doomed to this needy infatuation from the moment
the other head boy pinned him against
the tree only the day after he arrived here.��
At the time he had thought it fear but he realised now that there had
been an element of this heady dangerous excitement even then.

He hesitated and then wrapped his arms around the larger boy�s neck.�� His legs parted themselves of their own
accord and wrapped themselves around the strong thighs.�

Tom�s moan was muffled through the kiss but he ground against harry slightly.�� The hot silky skin of their cocks rubbed,
making both shiver and breathe faster.

�He�s not
going to like this� Harry broke away from the kiss and panted, catching the
deep blue eyes, whose pupils were like wide black tunnels.

�Damn
him!� I need you..�
Tom growled and captured his mouth again, kissing him harder now.

Harry
accepted this logic without difficulty.�
The hot driving kisses and nips definitely made it a lot easier to
forget the little issue of Tom�s probable anger and possible punishment.

By the time his..soul mate.. was
kissing his way down his body, Harry was perfectly willing to accept whatever
punishment Tom would invoke upon his return.�

This Tom
didn�t only kiss differently..

He seemed
to derive pleasure from teasing and sucking Harry to the edge of his climax
over and over, revelling in his moans and gasps and pleading.�

His Tom had never been so deliciously..cruel.

But.. it wasn�t..cruel.. it was all..
so.. so.. good.
�Harry nearly screamed in oversensitised panic when the monster had stopped swallowing
his prick for a while, had kissed down his legs and had then started sucking
his toes..

He had no sensation to compare with that.�
It was.. horrible.. and overwhelmingly compelling at the same time.� It was.. too much.. even
though.. it felt.. it felt..

Ok.. it felt..fucking
hot...�

There.� He admitted it..
When Tom sucked his toes he wanted to scream and fight and empty his balls at
the same time.

Soon
afterward he had dragged Harry up onto his knees, twisting him about like a marionette
and had then lowered himself to lie beneath him.

Harry got the picture quickly.� Tom�s
mouth felt so different from this angle. �He tried
to pump his hips gently, but it was so hard like this..

Tom�s own erection twitched as if calling his attention to itself
politely.�

He bent down over the smooth hard body and cautiously licked over the slit of
Tom�s cock, where a small pearly bead had formed.�

The sensation of Tom moaning around
him nearly undid him.�

He gently grasped the organ and applied himself to the business of making Tom
repeat that vibrating moan.�

He found
he couldn�t suck it all.. he
could only manage about half.� There was
obviously some trick to it or something..

That or he had a small cock.

Well.. he knew he didn�t have
the biggest but he was sure it wasn�t
that small either.�

Tom was
just merciless.� He effortlessly shaped Harry�s behaviour through his own responses,
until Harry was sucking him just as he apparently wanted to be sucked....
sucking him desperately, straining to take more,� suck harder in the hope that Tom might let
him come.�

He kept him right on the edge all the time, teasing and pulling back.. Harry�s completion was so close.. but never
quite close enough to reach.

It was only after he had come himself - one hand holding Harry�s head fixed in
place as he exploded against the back of his throat - that he allowed Harry the
pleasure.�

The unpleasant bitter taste in his mouth was forgotten in light of the blinding,
relieving, rush of bliss.� He bucked
wildly, crying out.� Tom held his hips
relatively still and sucked every last drop out of him with a low hum of enjoyment.�

Afterward
he tossed harry down on the bed and dragged him around till he was facing the
correct way.� Harry just allowed it
all.� He didn�t much care right now while
his heart was thumping fit to jump out of his chest and his entire body felt
overheated.�

�He was
right.. you do taste like bitter honey� Tom said
thoughtfully, as he pulled harry against him to spoon.�

�Perhaps I begin to see how it may not have been entirely burdensome to have to bind with you.�� He nuzzled with his nose against the back of Harry�s
neck and Harry tried to ignore the small warm delight that being held like this
evoked in him.�

They lay
for a long while, with toms hands stroking over him wonderingly.

Harry was
dozing lightly when Tom�s soft voice woke him.�

�I want to see the others.�� After.�

Harry
didn�t need to struggle to imagine what the other boy meant exactly by �after.�

The idea that he could prevent the expressed intent of returning upstairs was
also laughable.�

With any luck his Tom would have
returned before they got to that point.�

He was more than a little worried about whether this Tom would be able to
convince his dea... Fuck..
He�d still think they were knights.� ��

And what if he had no intention of
even trying to pretend that he was Harry�s
Tom.. what if he decided to
tell them it was some kind of accident.

No.. he wouldn�t.� In any form, Tom Riddle would never give away
something that could be a hidden advantage.

He
allowed himself to let go of the thoughts for just a while as the warm lips
started to kiss along his jaw.�

Tom lay
in the large clawfoot tub, the book levitating above
him in easy view.� Every so often he
gestured for the page to turn.

He had found something that might be peripherally useful.� It was possible to absorb energy and
voluntarily choose to return it.� Perhaps
he might not simulate the possession of the girl.. perhaps the entire event might possibly play out exactly as Caed remembered, with the exception of the ending.�� If he substituted the diary in the
chamber...and if the girl�s life force could be voluntarily returned at the
correct moment..�
It would be a small matter to simulate the death of his horcrux,
perhaps.�

It didn�t solve the problem of the entity�s so called �quality
of life� in its little box.� However,
since his own priority was preventing its destruction
first and foremost, it was not so disappointing.

As a result of the idea he had ceased looking for useful information and was
simply reading the book.� The chapter he
was on was related to the keeping of ethivoric
creatures � this section dealt with Dementors.� He was finding it fascinating.

He became
aware of the eyes on him halfway down the page and ignored it.�� Grindelwald had returned, it seemed.��
He unobtrusively observed in his peripheral vision as the man moved to
lean against the wall and watch him.

He could only attend to the book marginally now as he monitored the
unpredictable bastard.�

It had
seemed too good to be true when he had been allowed to return to the bedroom
independently (still naked naturally.� Grindelwald had not moved to offer him clothing since
ripping off the silken robe earlier).��

A bath had been prepared and waiting by the time he reached the bedroom.�

He had wondered how long it would last before whatever pseudo-generous little
fancy the man might by indulging in right now would metamorphose into something
sinister and brutal.�

He didn�t
even consider the possibility that it would not.� It was virtually inevitable.

�Are you
thirsty?� the accented voice asked quietly.�

He looked
over at him, hesitating and wondering whether it would be safer to say that he
was or that he was not.

�Perhaps.. a little.� He offered

Grindelwald clicked his fingers and summoned an elf,
commanding it to bring him ice water with lemon.�

Tom sipped at the refreshing liquid after it had left again, enjoying the clirr of the ice cubes in the tall frosty glass.

The other
wizard seemed on the verge of saying something further but he apparently
thought better of it and, smiling softly, retreated once again from the room.

He
remained in the bath for over an hour, periodically warming the water, until he
had finished the book.� When it was
complete, he accepted that he could no longer delay what he considered was
likely to be unavoidable.� He would have
to go to bed.� Grindelwald
would almost certainly be waiting.�

Possibly waiting in irritation now, since he had taken so long.

He rose, the water sloughing off his body softly, and summoned
a towel.�� Out of habit he dried himself
off before leaving the tub.��

When he walked into the bedroom, naked and dry, the book in his arms, Grindelwald was lying back in the bed, reading Slytherin�s
journal. �One muscular arm was thrown
behind his head and he seemed the very picture of content relaxation.�

Tom couldn�t tell whether he was still
reading or reading again but he
remembered clearly the effect the book had had on the man last time they had
been reading.� He moved into the room
warily.�

Blue eyes glanced up at him briefly before returning to the page.

�Come to
bed, Marvolo� Grindelwald
instructed mildly.�

Tom
padded carefully over to the other side of the bed, placed the book on the
floor beside the bed and slipped between the covers, sliding down to lie flat
on his back.�� Forcing his alert state
into a casual posture he folded his arms behind his head.� He received another glance but the other
wizard made no immediate move to leap upon him.

�Sleep.. if you will.� I shall not read much longer�

Tom
treated the statement as an instruction, closing his eyes.� He did not sleep however.� He could not possibly sleep around the dangerous
wizard unless he knew without a doubt that the man in question was already
asleep.. and even then � it would
be a fragile, unconsciously alert, sleep, he suspected.

�Calm..Marvolo.� You shall sleep safely.� I will neither hurt you nor take my pleasure
with you in the night.�

His
attempt to more effectively simulate relaxation was apparently unsuccessful.� Grindelwald sighed
and he heard the sound of the man laying aside the journal.� A moment later the room beyond his eyelids
had darkened and he felt the body next to him sliding down deeper into the
bed.�

�I wish you to truly rest, Marvolo� the deep voice
gravelled beside him.� �You will forgive
me, I think, for this.�

Tom
tensed, expecting a spell.�� His
instincts were proven well founded when he felt it strike him a few moments
later.�

In that split second he was surprised that it was not a stunner.� The Somnis spell
was far gentler.��

The last
thing he felt was a soft kiss pressed to his cheekbone before his mind dropped
away pleasantly and he thought no more.� ��

�

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