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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
- 26
- 27
When the
door opened, Harry wasn�t at all sure which Tom had returned.� The absence of clothing and the predatory
look in Tom�s eye gave him no hints.� He sat
up and scuttled backward on the bed nervously.�

And then the other Tom entered just
behind.� Similarly
attired and with an even more wolfish expression.
�What..are-� he started up in fright before stopping - realising
the question was stupid � it was clear
what they were doing.. or thinking to do.� Knowing didn�t settle the anxious churning
that had started in his stomach.� He had no idea which of the two was �his� Tom.
�We have
come to an agreement, for the moment� one of the Tom�s
informed him quietly.� �We intend to..share you.�
�Naturally
this will not be the usual
configuration� the other Tom amended.� �However.. in the spirit of...forming trust..
Each of us wished to witness the other with you. ��It was determined that this would be the most
convenient solution.�
Harry
looked from one to the other in distress.�
�But.. I...�
It..�
The two
exchanged a dark amused look with one another.�

It was truly disturbing to face two future Lord Voldemort�s when one was enough to outnumber Harry on the best of days.

The Tom on the left moved forward smoothly and climbed onto the bed beside him,
reaching for him and unwrapping the robe he had been wearing
after the hot pool.�

�Come Caed.�
You know we will not hurt you.�
�Well.. Not much at least� the other added with a small smirk.� �Not enough to outweigh the pleasure,
certainly.��

He moved to join them both on the bed, slipping to Harry�s other side and
assisting his counterpart to remove the garment.� Harry found himself drawn back to lie down
upon the bed and stroked by gentle hands while they conferred about him.

�The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen..�

�Yes.. and his form.. slender.. delicate.. �

�And he tastes-

�Yes.. I know.. bitter honey.� It�s
quite exquisite.�

Both Toms smiled in delight.

�How would you like to begin?��

The Tom on his right glanced down over Harry�s body suggestively, to which the
other nodded in intuitive understanding.�
�Very well.��

It was not immediately apparent what exactly they�d agreed to since both leaned
down and began to kiss his chest and collarbone at once, almost exactly
mirroring one another.� Harry had to
blink and try to focus through the strangely hypnotic feeling..
the vision that made his mind ache.� When both Toms began to intersperse kisses
with delicious little nibbles and sucks, and then to direct their attention to
his nipples, Harry thought he might lose his mind.� He could hear their snickering at the noises
he was making and someone was pressing down on his abdomen, holding him in
place when his body wanted to arch and squirm � it was the most overwhelming
thing he�d ever felt.�

It was surpassed when both Toms kissed their way up to his neck and devoted
their considerable talent to all of his many
sensitive spots there.�� He was moaning
and struggling helplessly in pleasure, his hands exploring two identical perfect bodies leaning over him even as he bucked at
air.� It was almost simultaneous that each Tom wrapped his leg around one of Harry�s,
limiting his movement considerably and making him yelp in frustration.�
The Tom
on his left took the opportunity to smother his noises with a deep devouring
kiss.� Harry kissed back hungrily � he had
been needing
this since they first started touching him.�
He needed to taste.. to
lose himself in Tom�s lips.. his skilled tongue, his
intoxicating kisses.�� He was vaguely
aware that the sensations on the side of his throat were replaced by Tom�s
fingertips stroking and teasing while the other mouth receded.�

He was not prepared for the sudden
immersion of his cock inside a hot, wet, mouth, where the counterpart of the
tongue he was presently sucking immediately demonstrated its other considerable talents.�

His yelp of joy was swallowed by the boy whose kisses became yet more
demanding.

Helplessly, he was sucked to a rapid ecstatic climax, his mind re-emerging from
its blind joy just in time to watch the Tom straddling his legs offer the one
kneeling at his side two fingers coated in pearlescent white fluid.�

The latter Tom accepted his twin�s fingers eagerly into his mouth and closed
his eyes, sucking with an expression that reminded Harry of Hermione enjoying
chocolate.�
He felt
himself harden at once.� Just the sight
of them touching each other that way..� He couldn�t
prevent the low groan of desire.��
It drew
the attention of both Toms.� They seemed
surprised, but then the surprise softened into a far more Slytherin look and
they glanced at one another.� The one on
the left raised his eyebrow a barely perceptible millimetre and the other
tilted his head an equally subtle fraction of a degree.�� Then, slowly, the Tom straddling Harry�s
legs crawled with catlike grace further up his body till he sat astride Harry�s
cock, pressing it down against his abdomen, while the other knelt up next to
his twin, leaning closer.�
Harry felt
his heart stop.� He knew he was holding
his breath.
Warily,
the Tom kneeling at Harry�s side leant in and was met in a chaste kiss by the
other.� �

Harry thought he might die of
lust!� His cock hurt.�
The pair,
subtly observing him, apparently upon mutual decision then deepened their kiss,� Harry could see their mouths working against one another, it was clear that
their tongues were tangling and exploring.�
He lost
it.�
It didn�t
even take him grinding up against Tom.�
He just lost it.. He felt himself popping again, coating his abdomen in
warm milky splashes as he groaned, his head falling back and brow furrowing in
pleasure.
�It seems
he likes that..�� Tom observed quietly.� Harry no longer really minded which one was
which.
�Hm.� The other agreed thoughtfully.� �Yes.�
Perhaps we might.. revise..
our original plan?�
Harry
opened his eyes to see them looking at one another speculatively.� �Are you quite certain?� the first asked
quietly.�

The other replied with a shrug �Not in the slightest, however I cannot conceive
of any strong argument against it either.�
I will admit to a certain.. curiosity.� I had never thought to experience my own kiss
first hand.�

They exchanged another long thoughtful look before the first stated, smirking
slightly �Very well. �So be it.�
Harry
prodded his brain into movement and it supplied the brilliant yet unthinkable
prospect that there would be more
involvement between both Toms.� The
thought alone had him hardening again.�
The Tom sitting astride him noticed it at once and directed the other�s
attention to the fluid drizzled across Harry�s abs.
He
groaned as he was licked clean with visible enjoyment.� On the final lick the Tom in question lapped
up the last dollop of cum and then knelt up, offering it upon his tongue to the
other.�

The kiss was hungrier.. more
committed than the previous one they had shared.� Harry heard one of them mmm
in audible enjoyment and panted, watching them, and then, unable to take any
more, sat up and reached for the closest Tom�s hair, tugging him off the other
and pulling him to his mouth.�

He felt the broad grin through the kiss and then the other Tom was kissing his
neck and nibbling on his ear.� Without
sight he reached out for the perfectly identical cocks that he knew were straining and dripping in
need.�� When he started to stroke them
rather inexpertly, he received twin sighs of relief from both wizards.��
�Will you
have his mouth first?� he heard Tom�s voice purr close to his ear.� The other broke off the kiss and responded �Certainly.. unless.. you
would be prepared to-�

�No.� the first growled.�� It was met
with an amused sniff from the other.�

Harry was just overwhelmed by the entire situation.� He wasn�t entirely following the somewhat
intuitive conversation the two were capable of carrying on.�� He only reacted when the one that was
straddling his own weepy cock dismounted and both boys moved to turn him onto
his hands and knees.�
�Shhhh� one of them purred against his ear when he squeaked
a protest. �You will be prepared this time�
Harry looked
up at the towering expanse of perfectly toned body, registering that the other Tom had moved to kneel before
him.� He did not direct Harry to suck him,
but it was subtly implied by his posture.�

He felt a hand stroke his spine lightly and then gentle fingernails scratched
from his buttocks down the length of his thighs.�

�So beautiful..� Tom�s voice purred from behind
him.�

�Yesss� the one looking down on him hissed softly, reaching
out and stroking fingertips over Harry�s jaw.�
Harry
yelped in surprise at the internal scourgifying spell, although he had expected
it in light of the position he was now placed in.�� When he felt a soft kiss pressed to the
globe of his left buttock though, he realised that he was not going to be
simply fucked, as he had been earlier, before the hot spring � It was going to
be more along the lines of what the horcrux had done to him last night.�

He had enjoyed that greatly � even if it had been a little embarrassing.�
�Caedmon..� the soft voice called his attention back to the matter
before him.� Tom was looking down with a
patient expression, his hand gripping his shaft and stroking lightly.�

Harry nodded distractedly and Tom knelt up and offered his cock to his waiting
lips.� �
It was
difficult to concentrate on what he was doing with the sensations that his
nether regions were being subjected to.��
The tongue swirling maddeningly around the ring of his
arse and dipping in; hot and slippery.�
The fingers very gently stroking his balls.� He moaned around the cock
in his mouth and was rewarded with a rougher thrust that made him gag.�� The hands stroking his head seemed to soothe
him apologetically.��

He really wasn�t any good at this.� He
knew it.� He had no idea what he was doing.�
It was probably terrible!�

�Good..Caedmon� Tom�s tight voice came from above him
stroking his head and urging him deeper.�
�Just.. Just.. like that..�� He
sounded a little breathless and Harry struggled to keep up as his mouth was
fucked a little faster.�

His yelp was muffled when a finger was inserted into him, followed soon by
another.� By the time the Tom playing
with his arse had finished stretching him and had positioned his cock ready to
enter, the one who was fucking his mouth was nearing his completion.�

He knew this by the way he was instructed in no uncertain terms that he was
going to swallow everything..�
He did
manage to swallow everything when the moment came.�

It tasted awful.� He swallowed
repeatedly, trying to clean the horrible taste from his mouth and wondered
whether he had some amazing jizz that tasted
magically better than everyone elses, whether Tom simply tasted worse than other
wizards (perhaps because of the innate evil inside him that would one day turn
him into an insane megalomaniac dickwad) or whether
his tastebuds were just different to the other
two.�
�Mm.� It is an
acquired taste�� the Tom currently
rocking against his arse gently observed.�
The other was too busy enjoying his afterglow to have noticed Harry�s
discomfort.�

�Although you do taste better than any other I�ve met.�� He completed his statement by pressing the
head of his cock through the somehow still far too tight ring of Harry�s arse,
prompting the latter to squeal and try to move away.�

He was not permitted to.�� Tom dragged
him back, using the movement to force himself deeper.� It burned and hurt.�� Harry found himself whimpering and begging
Tom to stop, even though part of his mind knew he�d be moaning and loving it if
he could just get past the horrible pain stage.

This did wake the other Tom up from his smiling daze though.�
�If you
would be so good..� Tom behind him said tightly.� The other sniffed and responded �of course.�
Harry
found himself maneuvered to kneel above the head of
the Tom not currently half buried in his arse. Then his thighs were nudged
further apart and his shoulders pushed lower until he found himself dipping
into the mouth of the boy below.� It was
very distracting to have the head of his cock sucked and he almost didn�t notice
himself being more deeply penetrated.�
He was
yowling and trying to orient his movements between bucking back into the cock
behind him and down into the mouth below when the Tom who had been sucking his
cock wriggled out from beneath him again.�

His protest was ignored, however equally
it was forgotten by him in less than thirty seconds in the face of the thoroughly
enjoyable fucking he was receiving.� It was
perhaps not quite as amazing as the
one the horcrux Tom had delivered earlier.. but it was definitely up there with the best things he�d
ever felt.�
�Harder�
The order
came from the Tom now reclining on the bed watching them both with enjoyment as
he stroked himself slowly.

Harry nodded enthusiastically.� Yes.� Yes.. Harder.. Fuck yes.�

With a growl from his partner, the percussion became twice as firm and he felt
himself starting to see stars.� �Oh god.. yeah..� he groaned, fisting his
hands in the bedsheet and trying to get purchase to
rock back against the source of all pleasure behind him.�

�Caedmon, put your cheek to the bed� the observing Tom instructed lightly.�

He obeyed at once. Tom knew what felt good.�
He needed to do what Tom said.� It
would feel better.

It did feel better.� It felt so much deeper like this.� Harry was
mewling and scratching at the bed almost immediately and squealed in pleasure
when the Tom fucking him did so even harder and faster.� He couldn�t hold back the feeling and
screamed as he exploded yet again all
over the bed below.�

He heard Tom�s exultant groan and felt him bury himself to the balls inside him
as he spilled.� He moved again once or
twice, jerkily, gasping in over-stimulated satisfaction as he wound down,
before pulling out and flopping down on the bed beside Harry.�
He was
damp with sweat and panting like an animal, a soft smile on his face.� He looked absolutely gorgeous.� Breathtaking in fact.� Harry moved to kiss him but found that he was
restrained by hands gripping his hips again.�

He had just started to turn and caught the devilish grin on the other Tom�s
face before he was roughly penetrated again.�
This Tom didn�t bother with easing him into it, he moved directly to
fucking the crap out of him.� Harry
yelped and tried to keep up.
�Stand up�
The Tom behind him purred.� At first Harry
thought he was talking to him and
tried to comply.� He received a slap on
the arse for it. �Not you Caedmon.� I was..� the Tom snorted �talking to myself.. I suppose is the
only way to describe it.�� Stand up.�� I�ll show you what it feels like to be
sucked by you..�

Harry gasped as he felt himself impossibly hardening again. ��He couldn�t!� He�d fucking come three times already!� Not to mention the time earlier.� He just didn�t have anything left in his
balls.��
When the
Tom reclining at his side, watching him with interest, then actually got up and
stood on the bed, moving till he could straddle Harry, he just about broke his
neck trying to turn and watch.�

�I can�t see!� he complained�
�Please!�
With low
laughs, the Tom straddling him stepped away again and the other pulled out in
one slick movement, pushing Harry over effortlessly and dragging him back on
his back before burying himself inside him again.�

He didn�t move, but Barry could feel him throbbing.� It was like a heartbeat inside his arse.�

The Tom on his feet moved closer and remained standing at an angle to Harry,
giving him a perfect view.�� He was not
yet fully hard, although the look on his face showed that he found this an
interesting prospect.� Tentatively he
reached out and stroked a hand over the other Tom�s hair before fisting it
firmly in his locks at the back of his head.

�Bastard� The kneeling Tom said with a sardonic smirk.� The smirk was returned by the other.� Harry was bemused and entranced.�
The cock
that was pressed to Tom�s lips was hard and strident now.� Harry couldn�t prevent the low moan as he
watched the beautiful boy begin his talented worship of..
himself..� It
was.. so.. so..� He bucked against air and gasped as his cock
was seized by the distracted cocksucking boy and
clamped at the base.� He pulled away only
long enough to growl down at Harry �No.�
You will not come until I say.�
You may watch only� - then he turned back to the cock being nudged
impatiently at his lips and returned to swallowing it expertly. �
�Never.. realised... I
.. was.. this.. good� The other boy on his feet panted, tossing his head
back and revelling in the feeling of being sucked, before seemingly remembering
that he was missing a rather unique view and returning to watching himself
sucking..himself..
When he
came, it was with such a dark look of satisfaction that Harry begged to be allowed to come.� He wriggled against the hand clamping his
cock.� But the Tom who was still buried
in his body seemed to have other
ideas.� He held Harry�s cock like a
rudder and fucked him slowly and gently.�
After a time he leaned down and caught his lips, teasing him into a deep
kiss as he ground into him.��

The feeling was so different and so sweet compared to everything else he�d
experienced today.� He wrapped his arms
around Tom�s neck and clung to him, moving slowly in time with him, rocking
himself back and forth as the racing need he�d felt lowered to a simmer and then
slowly..very slowly grew to a boil.� �

When Tom released the tight pressure on his cock and Harry tipped pell mell into euphoria, he did
so whispering mindlessly his love for the other boy, and holding him tightly as
if he might evaporate any moment.�
It was
the wrong thing to do, apparently.� He
only heard the low growl of fury and then Tom was ripped away from him.� There was a crash as the two spilled off the
edge of the bed onto the floor, the one making a solid attempt to beat the
other to a pulp.� The Tom
who had been, until that moment, taking him so tenderly, was simply trying to
defend himself, shielding his face as best he could with his forearms.�
�Not Yours!� He�s MINE!� MINE!!�
Conniving bastard!� What did
you think you were doing?!�
It was
clear to Harry now which Tom was the
horcrux.� Apparently the one he�d just
said he loved.�� When he moved to try to separate
them, his Tom raised one hand and
sent him flying back into the centre of the bed.�� Apparently summoning absinthe fountains was
the least he could do with his
wandless magic.� Harry scrambled back to
an upright position hearing meaty thuds interspersed with grunts and
growls.�
He inched
to the edge of the bed, peering over it and finding his Tom with bloodstained fists, the other with blood smeared
around his nose and mouth.�

�STOP!!� he cried, horrified.� �Please
Tom.� Please stop! �I didn�t know! �I thought he was you.� He.. he is you.� Please.. don�t.. don�t hit him anymore.�
The
enraged boy turned stormy eyes up at him and snarled.� �You thought he was me?!� You have not whispered
those words to me in that tone.� You thought he was better than me.� You are mine, Caed.� Mine!�
I�ll kill him before I allow him to take you.�

He turned back down to the battered, no longer identical, twin on the floor below
him and wrapped his hands around his neck.
�NO!!!� Harry
screeched and launched himself off the bed at them both.� The violently incensed Tom was thrown to the
floor beneath him but twisted like a snake and climbed over him at once seeking
to get back within arm�s reach of the horcrux again.

�STOP!!�� Harry yelped� �Tom..
Stop!� I didn�t mean it!� I don�t love him.� Just you.� Just you � ok?!� Stop now!�
Tom only
bared his teeth at him, glaring, before turning back to his counterpart on his
back on the floor.�� He leapt upon him
again, seizing his throat and squeezing.
..and was then levitated up and away and placed down on the
floor quite gently several metres away.�

Harry blinked.� The horcrux hadn�t even
bothered to raise a hand.�

His Tom looked incandescent with fury.�
Sitting
up and rolling his shoulders, the Horcrux Tom pressed his hands to his face,
cupping his nose.� There was a very quiet
click and then a muttered scourgify.� He felt around in his mouth and then withdrew
a tooth scowling.� There was a noticeable
gap in the front of his teeth when he pulled his lips back, feeling them with
his fingertip.� �He closed his mouth and whispered a spell and
when he ran his tongue over his teeth again they were smooth and
undamaged.�
�You
realise� the horcrux said neutrally to the still fuming original �that he had no idea which of us was which until you
made it clear to him.�
�It doesn�t
matter what he believes� Tom hissed.� �He
said he loved you.� I will not stand for
this any longer.��
�You will
tolerate this and a lot more besides� The horcrux returned, again in the
neutral voice, but there was a clear undertone of steel to it.� �We have discussed this and nothing has
changed in our circumstances.� You are
behaving childishly.
Tom
turned to him and, strangely, Harry was almost sure that he was embarrassed and
near tears.� He took a step closer,
wanting to go to him and reassure him, but Tom�s face just hardened
dismissively.�

�Fine.� I�ll go
up to the dorm to speak with the others then.�
Caedmon will need to return
upstairs for dinner.� You have an hour
and a half before I return to collect him.�
And then
he was gone.� He stalked out of the room
without bothering to get dressed.� Harry
supposed, as he had entered unclothed, he would retrieve clothing
elsewhere.� Perhaps the
spring room or the library.
He turned
back and found the Horcrux Tom looking at him narrowly.
The stone
door of the entrance ground closed a few moments later.� Its scraping echoed down the corridor
distantly.
�It is
true, isn�t it� the other boy demanded obliquely.� Harry was startled and thrown off balance by
what felt like a sudden attack.�

�You do not.. will not.. love me.� You love only him.� You would not have
spoken the words had you not thought that it was he that you were feeling.� In
your mind you chose to believe it to be him.�
Harry
sputtered.� What was he supposed to say
in response to that?!� In truth, he had
actually suspected that it was the horcrux, simply because of the kinds of
commands he�d issued earlier when Tom had been fucking him.� He had thought that the issue was resolved.. When they�d all been..together..
he hadn�t made such a distinction between them.� They were Tom.�� But it seemed now like there was a massive difference between them.� They were balanced upon a very precarious peace at present.� As recently demonstrated, it could erupt into
homicide at any given moment.
�I�m
sorry� he muttered.� �I..
no.� I didn�t mean it.�

He didn�t see what else he could do.� At
least his Tom wouldn�t be hurt.�
He could
see the same hurt hardening in the other boy�s eyes that he�d just seen before
Tom had rushed away.
�Fine�
the horcrux snarled, turning away.� �It
matters little.� I should not have
allowed myself to..��
he broke off and seemed to stiffen.� After a couple of deep breaths he turned back
and there was a cold determined look in his eyes.

�it is time that we examined your memories,
Caedmon.�� I have several difficult
problems to solve and the answers are all within your mind.� Don�t make a fuss about it.� I will extract what I need with or without
your cooperation.� It will merely be less
painful for you if you cooperate. �However.. in my present state of mind, I
will be only too willing to hurt you, if you insist.�

He had hurt him.�
His other
half would be returning to the chamber at any time to retrieve the boy and
Caedmon was lying unconscious on the library floor.�

It was foolish and petty.� He had known
that the boy would not be able to endure such a deep and prolonged probe, and
he�d done it anyway because Caedmon had dared to reject him in favour of.. well.. him.. and
because after a certain point.. when he�d seen what
had apparently become of himself in
the future, he�d been unable to look away.�

Half heartedly he shook the smaller boy�s shoulder.
�Caedmon.. wake up.. I have finished.�
Although
he stared down at the limp body, his mind was elsewhere.� Still in a graveyard where a ghastly white
inhuman creature was restraining.. was
torturing a small boy that he knew
was Caedmon, although he looked so very different.�

His hair was black!.. And his eyes..
no more the soft pale emeralds � they were almost the
exact hue of the killing curse.� He wore
glasses too!�� He was so young.�

he knew now what Caedmon was.� Why he was so important.�

His last horcrux.�
Everything
was different to how he had expected.�
Somehow.. all of these
things were going to happen.. and he could not quite
understand how.� How did he bring himself
to become.. that?!� �He had
wanted power.. wanted to
rule.. but at what cost?!� The thing he had seen in the boy�s mind no
longer looked human. �

Why did he attempt over and over to kill that boy when he knew that he was this boy.�
He
stilled, musing on that point. It felt like the key somehow.�
...All of
these things were only possible because he did
not know of Caedmon.�
...And that
was perhaps possible because there was not one
Tom Riddle, but two.
That was
the key.� No one else knew of his
existence.� Not Grindelwald,
not Dumbledore � Caedmon.. or..
or Harry.. as Caedmon thought of himself in his mind.. as his friends
referred to him.. Harry did not know anything of a second Tom Riddle, beyond the
episode with the diary � and he believed that that horcrux had been destroyed..�
He�d
looked at the memories surrounding the diary horcrux in detail and he saw..things..small things that Harry..
Caedmon.. had obviously never
noticed in enough detail.��

The effect upon the girl..Ginny..
had been similar to some of the older and less
efficient biological stasis spells used in potions.� Place a mouse under them and they were
similarly cool and limp to the touch.� Leave
the mouse under them long enough and it would eventually die.�

He could see the faint regret on his
own face, barely masked under determination and glee when he addressed the
Basilisk.�

It was truly him and he knew that the creature was going to be
slain.��

The effect evoked when the small boy.. the small dying
boy.. had stabbed the diary with the Basilisk fang �
he couldn�t quite explain how it was achieved.��
But it didn�t matter.� No doubt he
had fifty years to determine which spell to use.
He was
certain that he would.�
He was almost
certain, too.. or at least quietly
confident.. that he knew how to send Caedmon back to
his own time.�

...And it was imperative that he return to his own time.

The answers seemed clear to him.� Knowing
that the boy felt nothing for him made it that much easier to see things
rationally.�
His other
self had made a number of mistakes because
he had been led by his emotions.� Lust,
greed, fear, anger... love..

Tom sneered.� There was nothing more foolish
than acting in the name of love.� A miasma... a dream.�
Love was a mirage.�

But he would repair these errors.�

Next year Dumbledore would defeat Grindelwald.� ��The
dark wizard would be interred within Nurmengard; all magic
stripped from him.� His control over the
mark that Tom�s counterpart wore would be gone.
Every
promise contained a loophole.� Sometimes
the circumstances needed to take advantage of it simply happened to be a little
odd.�
And.. with the way that things would
develop in time... he would perhaps no longer need to share Caedmon.�� The disgust and fear that the small boy had
felt for the white skinned, flat faced creature in the graveyard would certainly
not dissipate with the mere understanding of who that gestalt had once
been.� Presented with an alternate
choice, the blonde would run into Tom�s own arms.�� He would no longer love or desire the other
part of Tom.

Given patience to wait for fifty years for the boy, he could have him to
himself.�� Forever.� �And
when the ..loose ends were cut away, he could again mount
a campaign to seize power over a weakened and complacent world.�
Although
it had seemed an error over the course of the last year in which he had been
trapped inside the diary, he was now certain that choosing to make the horcrux,
and thereby accidentally segmenting a portion of his awareness, was a wise
decision.�

...Perhaps not for the part of himself that remained..however
in light of circumstances - namely that he would remain youthful and powerful
forever.. that he would not die, doubly protected by
the ageless magic of Hogwarts and the presence of Caedmon fifty years in the
future � it was an achievement that he could not have hoped for, augmented as
it was by strange loops in time and chance.
Tom�s
pleasant musing was interrupted when he heard the stone at the entrance grate
upward with a low gravelly rumble.� He leaned over Caedmon with more impatience.
�Enervate� �he
whispered, his hand on the tragically pretty boy.�
Caedmon�s
return to consciousness was accompanied by a low pained groan. �ow..� fuck.. ow.. My head.� Damn...��
His eyes flickered open but looked quite dull and unfocussed.
�Hush�
Tom murmured quickly. �I regret the pain but you must not reveal to him what I
have done.� He is in danger at
present.� Grindelwald.� I will remedy the situation if you remain
silent about the legilimency.�
The blonde
was alert enough to comprehend the meaning behind the statement.� He fixed his mouth
into a grim resolved line, which became a surprised o when Tom suddenly leapt
upon him, straddling his body and diving to capture his lips in a kiss.� The action was clumsy and barely in
time.� His doppelganger stepped noiselessly
into the room a half second later and Tom heard him huff in irritation.
�Must you provoke my anger in that
manner?!�
Tom sat
up and smirked mildly up at his mirror image.�
�I wished simply to enjoy every moment allotted to us.� Will you bring him back down after dinner?�
The
expression that was barely sublimated on the other Tom�s face was clearly
legible to him.� He was very upset and hated the fact that he
was not able to hide it sufficiently.�

�No.� He will sleep in the dorm room
tonight� he said tightly.� �The others
will guard him.� A certain amount of damage
has been done already by my.. or
rather your behaviour.� I must see it repaired.� Attending dinner and behaving normally
tonight will go some way to achieving that.�
We shall see about tomorrow.�
Caedmon has not studied for
the past two days, as I instructed him to.. and as I promised Dippet that he would. �Tomorrow he will have to focus upon that.�
Tom no
longer considered studying with Caedmon to be the best use of his time, in
light of the fact that the boy would not be in their time for very much
longer.� On the other hand.. if he was correct.. it would be
a very long time before he would have the chance to spend time with his delicious
little husband...soul-mate �to both of them, so to speak..� He should perhaps take advantage of the time
offered.
�I will
study with him..�
�No.� We both shall.� We will alternate between assisting him and
translating another text for Grindelwald.�
�Very
well� he agreed amiably, unwilling to argue.�
He would not do well to make a determined enemy of himself at this
stage.� It would only make it more
difficult to achieve what he had set himself.

The other version of him nodded pensively, looking at him with suspicion.� Tom considered whether an earnest declaration
might be of benefit.�� He did enjoy
candour when married to respect.
�I... It behoves
me to apologise for my earlier behaviour...You know as well as I that I would
not do so, but for the fact that it is you.. or rather myself
that I have offended.� No other deserves
such respect.�

�I realise now that Caedmon is yours. �It was not I that he offered himself to in
bond.. nor I that placed that
rather ominous looking mark upon him. �

Whether intended or not, my seduction was an affront and, had I been in your
place, I would, no doubt, have reacted much as you did... �
His
counterpart responded with a raised eyebrow and mildly dubious expression.� Tom mirrored the look and then smirked at the
irritation on the other�s face.
�...I do
appreciate your ...compassion.. for
the almost irresistible desire that I too
feel for him.� Tom continued ��It pains
me to imagine that I might be prevented from seeing him..�� He hesitated, realising how closely he was
paralleling the truth and how tragically genuine what he had to say next would
be.�

Not only this..��
He turned his face up and dropped the smirk, emphasising his seriousness
�but I regret the loss of the fragile affection I had begun to feel for you.�
We have never had..family..or true affiliation..my other
half.� Who else might truly know us.. in absolute understanding accept us.. and
still...�� he swallowed and looked away,
unwilling to say� the word.�� A flicker of a glance confirmed the
conflicted expression on the face of his mirror image.� �He waited
and remained still, gazing away at the Bookshelves as the other Tom Riddle
approached him.� He did not look up even
as he felt the tentative hand stroke his hair, brushing it into the easy
flattering style they favoured.
�I accept
the apology�

The words were soft, barely breathed above him.�
He allowed a soft relieved smile to twist the corners of his lips.�
He had
not been certain of the reception to such an overt propositioning.� But the worry was needless. �His other self was as conceited and greedy as
he himself.� Even in the midst of viewing
the other as a dangerous competitor, very nearly an enemy.. he would
not deny himself the unparalleled satisfaction of a lover who knew exactly what he enjoyed in the
secret depths of his somewhat chilly heart.
He only
became aware of Caedmon when the boy shifted beneath him slightly.�� Both he and his other self standing to the
side of him took in the slightly flushed excitement on the blonde�s face.

Tom smirked broadly.�� The boy was so helplessly affected by the mere
thought of them together.� It was
flattering.
�Now now,
none of that Caedmon.� He chastised with amusement. �You must go up for dinner
shortly.� How will you achieve that if
you work yourself up as you are now?� You
do not wish the entire school to view that which belongs to..�
he hesitated and then looked up into his own face with mild consternation.
�I find
it odd to refer to you by my own name.� As if I were speaking in the third person.�
The other
Tom tilted his head thoughtfully.� �Yes.. I can see that it will become disturbing, should our
association continue for any significant length of time.�� He seemed to think for a moment and then
snorted softly, rich delight dawning in his blue eyes.�

�The solution is obvious.� You.. are..and always will be Tom Riddle.�� He stroked Tom�s head again with something
that felt like approving appraisal.�

�I am Voldemort.�� You will both address me as such when we are
together.�
�NO!!�
Caedmon�s protest was almost a yelp.� �No!� Tom!�
Don�t! � Don�t do it!�
Please!!� You don�t understand!-�
He was
cut off by the �now and ever Tom Riddle�s quick wandless
silencing spell.� �Caedmon!� You will not challenge your Lord.� You have taken his mark.� You will accept any
order he gives.��

Tom glanced up at his other half.. the
one who would be Lord Voldemort.. future marble white,
snake faced fiend.�

�I agree.� It is for the best that we
differentiate ourselves thus.� I will
remain tied to Hogwarts.. In my present state, I can
never fully express those particular desires that we share.� You
shall be the dark Lord.�� I will remain.. a memory of who you once
were.� Arguably yours..
but not as they
are yours. �

...Never as they
are yours.�� He fixed the blue
eyes with a warning glower but softened it almost immediately. �

�Perhaps.. from time to time,
you might share a memory with me.. and allow me to
live a small portion of your fate vicariously.�
The gleam
in the other�s eyes suggested that he found the thought quite appealing.� Having someone with whom to share experiences.. someone who would not reveal
anything.. who would comprehend exactly.. it was a rare thing. Something entirely
new for both of them.
�Perhaps.� �Voldemort
agreed.
Caedmon,
on the ground, was glaring and shouting silently.� When he tried to struggle Tom bound him to
the floor effortlessly with wandless magic.��
Lacking his
wand for a year, he had had no choice but to train his wandless abilities.� He knew
that they surpassed his other self by leaps and bounds.� He had felt it when the other had fought him;
had seen it in the furious surprise on his face when he was levitated away.
�May I?�
he asked of his twin standing above him, without shifting his eyes away from
the wriggling wizard below.�

Although it was not certain which of them would prevail, should they duel seriously,
it was simply politic at present to defer to the other.� He required..a
certain degree of trust from his counterpart if he wished to achieve his goals.�
Receiving
a brief nod from �Voldemort�, he smiled and lowered himself to curl around the
furious blonde.�� Roughly, he took his
mouth, avoiding the snapping teeth and nipping Caedmon�s lip sharply in
chastisement.� It was a delicate maneuver to kiss his way down the boy�s jaw, with Caedmon
struggling.� In the end he held his chin
in place firmly and resolutely nibbled his way down to the boy�s ear.�

�This was always going to happen, Caedmon� he murmured softly against the shell
of the pretty wizard�s ear.� �Do not
fight what has already occurred.�� He
took the opportunity to suck Caedmon�s earlobe gently, nibbling and enjoying
the unwilling pleasured spasms of the smaller boy.�

As an afterthought, he reiterated clearly in a barely breathed whisper �And do
not tell him anything unless you wish him to be perpetually enslaved to Grindelwald.�
When he
shifted his attention to the length of Caedmon�s extraordinarily sensitive throat,
and the boy started to writhe and mewl, Voldemort
grew less tolerant.�
�Enough!� My patience is rather thin at present and you
are testing it again.� Release him!�
Tom
complied at once, even going so far as to offer a subservient little nod to the other boy standing above him.� He climbed lithely to his feet and stepped
back, dispelling the restraining charms upon Caedmon with a wave.�

The waifish blonde got up hesitantly, his eyes flicking between them both
distrustfully.�
�I�m not
going to call you Voldemort� he said in a peevish voice.� Tom smirked inwardly even as he placed a
disapproving frown on his face that he knew, without even looking, mirrored
that of his twin exactly.

It was obvious that he was right by the way Caedmon stepped back in surprise
and swallowed meekly.�

�Could.. er..
could you not
both do that..� the blonde mumbled unsettled.
�Caed.. You may call me Tom when we
are above ground.. when we
are among my death eaters or within this chamber, I wish you to call me by my chosen name.� Say it.�
This
provoked a nervous headshake.� Caedmon
refused.
�Voldemort�
stepped closer, a dangerous expression on his face.� Tom was not sure whether he was thinking to
punish Caedmon.�

As it turned out, he did not.� He moved
against him and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy gently.�

�Caed.. It is only a name.. You are
my bonded.� What need have you to fear me
as the others will?!� Say the word for
me.. Say my name.� You have spoken it
before.. Nothing has changed.�
Caedmon
snorted. �I don�t want you to be Voldemort.� I hate
him.� I�m not going to call you that all
the time.� I don�t even want to think
about it when I�m with you.� The only way
I can live with what i�m doing is by telling myself that you�re not
Voldemort yet; that Tom Riddle is not the same as Lord Voldemort.�
Both Tom�s
laughed softly and glanced at one another, knowing they had each thought the
same thing.� Voldemort voiced it.
�Tom
Riddle is not the same as Lord Voldemort.� He
is Tom Riddle.� I am Lord Voldemort.� No more
confusion.� As you are mine.. as you have told me that you love
me.. it is Lord
Voldemort that you love.� Do you
understand?�
Shaking
his head, Caedmon protested again weakly.�
�No.� I won�t do it.� You�re not him.. I can�t let you become him.�
Tom
interjected at this point, irritated with how close the boy was to expressing
exactly what the problem was.� �Caedmon �
you have no choice.� This is the way
things are and the way they must be.�� He is Lord Voldemort.� You will accept it.� It is pointless to debate this further.�
�Yes.. quite.�� And we will be late for dinner if we do not
leave soon�� his
doppelganger added.
�But..�

It was clear that the blond was weakening.�
The despair on his face was quite beautiful.� Tom mused for a moment upon how enjoyable Lord
Voldemort might find it in the future to torture the tragic little analogue and
wondered whether he would be offered the memory to sample.�

Probably not, he reasoned.�� Whether the
other man realised it or not, he would be jealously possessive of the boy
called Harry Potter.�� Tom suspected that
the memories he would willingly share, should he share any at all, would likely
revolve around his other activities
with his servants.
It would
matter little though.� From what he had
seen, Lord Voldemort would be indisposed for over a decade and would be a
monster thereafter.�

He, on the other hand, would be an
immovable fixture of the castle.� He
could watch Caedmon grow up.� He could
sleep in his bed next to him if he wished, and no one would ever discover
him.�

Of course.. Caedmon would be a child for much of that time unfortunately.��

Tom hoped suddenly that he would not be so maddened by the years of separation
from his bonded that he no longer cared for Caedmon�s age.� He reassured himself � the memories had proven that Caedmon had been virginal
when he had bonded.� That was evidence
enough that he would be able to control himself.

He sighed, thinking of the long wait that was unavoidably looming ahead in his
future.
�Voldemort�
misinterpreting his sigh, informed him in a low non-negotiable tone that he
would return in the morning with Caedmon.�
He nodded and stepped away from them both, turning toward the shelves of
books broodingly.�
�Which-�
The hand
on his shoulder stopped him.� He half
turned and sucked in an inadverdant gasp as his
mirror image caught him up in an unexpected kiss.� It was sweet and unnaturally graceful as they
each moved in seemingly perfectly choreographed intermeshing patterns; their
motions mirror imaging one another automatically.� He groaned as his questing tongue met the tip
of Voldemort�s and they each delved, unwilling to retreat.� When they pulled apart Tom observed that he
was not the only one breathing hard and knew that the fire he saw in the blue
eyes was reflected in his own.�
�I regret
that you must remain down here alone tonight� his doppelganger said quietly
with a slightly husky voice.� Tom smiled
at him, understanding his implication well.�
�Voldemort continued with a mien
of faint indecision - �We will speak again tomorrow regarding who is to attend
classes and what the other will do in the interim.�
This was
encouraging.� His other self might be
prepared to compromise somewhat now, Tom thought.� He swallowed to clear his throat, hoping to
clear the same lust from it that he had heard in the other�s tone.
�Which
text will you require translated?� I
shall begin it tonight.� I will have ..very little else to do.�

The words were suggestive enough without the low faint breathiness of his
voice.� �He cursed himself for the weakness he had
displayed.
Voldemort
smiled.� �I had thought... Mercebo?� It is of some value � I would prefer not to
offer it, but I do not wish him to think that Slytherin had no works of great
worth.� The spells in the Mercebo text will appeal to his hate for all things Muggle.�
Tom did not
need to acknowledge it.� It lay unspoken
between them both � �if Grindelwald is preoccupied
with cursing and toying with muggles, perhaps he will
leave me alone.�

�It is a good choice.� I will begin it
after I have prepared my evening meal.�
With concentration I may be finished before I retire for the night.�
�I
appreciate that�
The words
sounded genuine.� Tom wondered whether
his other half might be motivated to show his appreciation tomorrow.� He knew from experience that he had done so
with others more than a few times.�
Obedience put him in a generous mood if the wizard in question was
worthy of respect.
�Caed. �Come now.�
Tom watched
as the blonde, still flushed and excited from watching them, trailed after his
other self as he strode imperiously out of the room.
After a
few moments there was the soft crunching as both made their way through the
bones and dry scaly skins of Seshastra�s antechamber.� Then he heard the Basilisk slithering back
into its nest and, finally, the grinding of the door.
Seshastra moved about for a while, ordering his coils into
a more comfortable configuration, but soon enough all was silent.
He sighed
softly.

The silence was loathsome to him.� He had
been too long in silence.

Pacing restlessly to the bookcase he drew Mercebo�s �Subjugating
the Barbarian� from the third shelf.�
Hopefully,
if all went well, he would not have to endure the silence down here perpetually.�� He would have his other half to visit him
and break up the months.� It was almost
certain that he could find or create some
form of invisibility spell that might allow him to walk among the students
undetected.� He could spend his time
observing them, when he grew weary of the silence.�� Perhaps he might even have the opportunity
to select the promising individuals for his doppelganger who would be out in
the world.�� It would be a small matter
to pass the names on to him every few months or so.

Assuming that everything proceeded as he anticipated, it would not be too
burdensome to remain here, he told himself.
Somewhat
reassured he summoned parchment and picked up the fine black feather quill,
opening the text to the first page.

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