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Chapter List
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- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
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- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Ch 10.5
- 12-Chapter 10part 3
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He landed hard, the weight of the
body behind him crushing him against the unforgiving concrete that had leapt up
to greet them both on their arrival in Wellington, New Zealand.�

It had been a dingy backstreet
behind what had once been a bakery � he�d used it once as an apparition point many years prior.�

Now however � it was decidedly not
the back of a bakery. �He supposed he
should consider himself fortunate that he had not tried to port to the inside
of a brick wall rather than the middle of a delivery accesspoint
on a one way road.�� He caught the glimpse
of the large truck heading toward him even as he struggled and elbowed at the
person behind him, rolling and dragging them both out of the street, tossing
the backpack to the side.� The screech of
brakes alerted him to the immediate need to leave.. But there was of course still the auror on his back to
deal with.� Without
magic.�

He curled and wound his body and threw a punch over his shoulder, connecting
with a face that emitted a pained �Oof!��

He recognised the voice and felt his anger increase at least a hundredfold.

�YOU INFERNAL BRAT...� he wheeled around and drove his fist even harder into
Harry�s face.� �What did you think you were DOING?!�
I made it abundantly clear
that I wanted nothing to do with you � you should have thanked your lucky stars I didn�t finish you off too before I left � What the fuck are you doing following me?!� Are you MAD?!�� He fisted his hands in the boy�s teeshirt and threw him up against the brick wall at the
roadside.�

The aggravated voice came from
behind him - �Oi!!�
I just about bloody ran you over!�
What th�fuck were ya
doing lying in the road, ya bloody little idiots?!� �It was the driver of the truck.� He was a short middle aged man with coffee
brown skin and a scrubby moustache.� The
blue shirt he wore sported the same logo as the truck he drove.

Tom whirled on the man and narrowed
his eyes venomously

�Piss. Off!� he hissed and turned back to Harry, who had raised his arms up in
front of his face and was cringing.

�Hey - leave off the kid or I�ll-..�

he didn�t get any further because Tom strode in two steps to the backpack,
pulled the knife he�d swiped from Harry�s kitchen and levelled it at him

�You should keep driving.� We�re just going to have a discussion about
my friend�s poor behavioural choices.� Your input is not required.� Take the hint.�

The man stopped his forward motion
in shock and hesitated.� His eye kept
flicking between the cowering Harry, Tom�s furious snarl and the point of the
rather wicked looking blade being pointed at him.� He backed up a couple of steps holding his
hands up slightly as if in the hope of calming the situation.

�Hey.. look.. you need to just calm the fuck down, mate!� I don�t know what the situation is here but
don�t do nothing stupid aright?..� Put the knife down and everything�ll
be fine.� Look..
i�m leaving!� Right now!.. So calm down.� Y�don�t need to hurt�im or nothing.�
He�s already shit scared.�

Tom smirked and held the knife up
until the man had retreated to the cab of his truck and closed the door.� He watched him pull out a mobile phone and
groaned.�

He should probably have just gutted him..

�I�m leaving.� Don�t follow me.� he growled at the boy who
was wiping away a thin trail of blood beneath his nose with the back of his
fingers.

Harry�s expression became painfully
dire. �No!� You have to take me with
you!� Please � I want to go with
you!� I�ll.. be useful.� I can.. I can get you money!.. Tom.. Please..�

He looked at him consideringly.

He would get him money?� How?� The only thing he could do was..

Tom groaned inwardly again.�

This should be a perfect moment.� The damned saviour of the wizarding world was
begging to be allowed to prostitute himself purely to remain in his esteemed company.� Certainly a red letter day.

He didn�t bother responding.� He simply went straight to the backpack and
shoved the knife back in, swinging it onto his back and pulling himself to a
sprint down the street.�

The sound of another set of feet slapping the pavement behind him told him that
Harry had chosen to ignore his dismissal again.�� Still.�
If the truck driver had called the police � it was more important to get
far away from this street now than it was to worry about an idiotic little
stripper with grandiose designs on the wizarding world.

Ten minutes later he had to slow to
a walk.� He simply couldn�t manage to run
for very long.� He needed to eat
something today.

To his immense chagrin the blasted brat at his side was not even out of
breath.� He tried to slip an arm around
him to support him.� Tom shook him off
and glared.

�What are you still doing here?!� he puffed� �You�re free of the Malfoy whelp �
that�s what you wanted.�� Go.. find another bar to shake your
arse in.� Stay the fuck away from me! �Being around you is hazardous to my health!�

The irritatingly pretty face
crumpled indecisively.

�I.. I�m sorry I didn�t tell you about him.. I knew
you�d leave if you knew.. I thought-..�

�I know what you thought, you idiot!�
I was in your mind!� You lack any
sense whatsoever if you truly believe that any combination of you, I and a
backpack of assorted clothing and tinned food is going to stand an earthly of
taking over the unified British wizarding world.� You were right! � The war is over.� We lost! �Accept it! �There is nothing else to be saved.

He turned away and stomped off down the dusty street.� After a few seconds he heard the damned brat
follow.

�I�m going with you.� He said
decisively.� �Wherever
you�re going.� If you want me
gone, you�ll have to kill me.�

He had the knife out of the
backpack and at the boy�s throat in less time than it took to draw a
breath.� It seemed that there was sufficient energy for some things, after all.

�If you insist, Harry..� he hissed sibilantly.�

The green eyes blinked and Harry�s split lip smiled thinly as he looked down
pointedly.�

Tom became aware that the point of a much smaller but nevertheless probably equally lethal blade was pricking his
stomach lightly. ��He growled in
frustration.

�WHY?!!� Why can�t you just disappear?!� Why have you been haunting me since the day you were born, you ridiculous little
curse!� Why can�t you go off and leave me
in peace!� I was surviving quite adequately
before I ran into you!�

Harry looked almost guilty for a
moment before he seemed to suck it up and a most infuriatingly hopeful
satisfied expression fixed itself on his face.

�You need to rest.. and.. and eat.� We can find somewhere and I�ll
..look after you.� We�ll talk
after you�ve calmed down and raised your blood sugar a bit.�

Tom blinked and entertained
different fantasies of the boy�s agonizing death.� Perhaps it would be worth it to slice his
throat open.� He had a number of other portkeys to use.� He
could in all likelihood get away with healing his own stomach wound before the
trace found him..

Nevertheless, despite his very
strong reservations about this course of action, he allowed himself to step
away and replace the knife in the backpack.�
He trudged on down the street, temporarily tolerating the near silent
steps beside him.� The road sloped
downhill toward the harbour.� He knew that
if they followed it they would eventually come to the kind of area where people
like him found a place to hide away
overnight.� It was sometime in the
afternoon to judge by the light � however, in a new place it was always prudent
to take the time to check out the area one was thinking to sleep in.� You only needed to have a couple of bad
frights and security became a very high priority in your world.

There would be two of them if he
allowed Harry to remain.

Two was better than one, if you
could trust the other person.�

Tom couldn�t.� Ever.� Trust another person.� At all.� In any way, shape or form.� Harry would be a liability.�

Still.. he had seemed to know
how to move with a knife.. he had demonstrated the
ability to move stealthily several times.. he did not
appear overly fazed by physical violence upon his person..

He had expressed the wish to.. �take
care� of Tom.� In other words � he would
eagerly prepare food, dispose of waste, obey orders..

The obeying orders part was appealing.�

Having someone to dictate to in this pathetic little existence would be
wonderful.

�Can we go to the beach!?�

Tom wanted to hit him.

He obviously hadn�t hit him hard enough last time.� Foolish things were still falling out of his
mouth.

�What for?� he asked pointedly

There was a moment�s hesitation �
as if the boy were wondering about the sense of the question.� What did one go to the beach for?!.. why to
lie about and sunbathe and enjoy the day.�
Before they got on the bus and returned to their nice little apartment
and tucked themselves into their warm cosy bed.

Idiot.

�No.� We are looking for a place to stay for the
night.� I have money but it will need to
be changed to New Zealand currency and I would rather not waste any of it on you.�

He thought again of the hundred dollars he had lost because he�d hidden it in
the pipe in the industrial district of Sydney.�
To lose..so much money at once.. was almost physically painful.� He was seriously considering taking the twit
up on his hasty offer to �earn� money for them both.� It would only be fair..
After all � he was forcing Tom to tolerate his presence.

�I have money.� Harry stated
defensively.

Tom turned to him slowly and tilted
his head, raising an eyebrow.� �Is that
so?� he prompted.

Harry frowned slightly. �Yes.� I got paid last night.� I asked for cash since I saw you there � I�ve
got a couple thousand in my wallet right now.�

I.. I have a savings account too..� he ventured.� �We should empty that out now before my boss
realises i�m in the wind.� Its under his name..
but I have a debit card for it.�

The information about the present
contents of Harry�s wallet almost knocked the wind out of him.� He had the sudden sharp urge to snatch the
boy�s wallet from him and guard it.

To SAY that out loud on an open street?!�
He looked around surreptitiously to make sure no one else had heard.�

When he heard the rest of what the boy had to say, the notion of Harry having
an actual bank account stunned him to stillness for a moment.�

He considered again for a brief sad moment the millions of galleons he�d left
in his Gringotts account when he�d fled.�

But that was not real money.� Any money you could not lay your hand on when
you needed it was pure imagination.� He
would need to lay his hands on all of Harry�s money now!

�Then we shall go to the bank
first.� And afterward we will look for
somewhere to stay tonight.�

The boy offered a small relieved
smile.� Yes.� He�d done something good.� Good Harry.�
Tom smirked to himself at how desperately his new shadow wanted to
please him.

�I trust we will not need to debate the fact that your money is now my
money, Harry?� he queried lightly.

�No� came the soft answer.� Tom smiled
wider. �Good.�

The bank was not quite as
straightforward as it promised to be.� It
ended up not being THE bank but more sort of... a long line of banks. �They could not withdraw the full sum on Harry�s
savings account because he lacked the identification to gain access to the
account � so they went from bank machine to bank machine taking out the maximum
allowable sum at each.� By the time the
last bank machine told them that they could not withdraw any further cash that
day, they had accrued $23,700.� Tom had
not seen so much money in one place
in years and there was another 15,000 that they would have to wait till the
following day to withdraw.�

The one hundred dollars that he had lost in Sydney was beginning to pale in his
mind.� Perhaps Harry would not..yet.. need to sell
his body for him.

�Are we staying here?� Harry asked
quietly.� �In this city I mean.. Are we going to stay here for a few days?!�

Tom considered it

In principle he thought it might be better to keep
moving.� Although... technically there
was no way to trace their movement.� The portkey had been illegally constructed..
it had been used outside the apartment..

He�d left his clothing in Harry�s
living room!

It was possible it could be traced!

Unlikely... but possible. Had there been blood on
it!?� Would anyone investigating Draco�s
disappearance think to trace a washing basket of filthy clothing?

Yes.

Lucius
would.� If he got that far.. if he arrived at Harry�s
apartment looking for them both, he would be extremely thorough.

It was too late to go back
though.� Even if he had created
bidirectional portkeys � which he hadn�t, he hadn�t
seen the need � returning now would more likely place them in the middle of an
auror investigation than offer the opportunity to wander upstairs and quietly burn
his personal effects.

Such a tragic
little error.� They were away.. they had money.. and if someone with the right knowledge were to trace any
blood or genetic material on his clothing, they could have death descend upon
them in a blaze of green at any second.

�What�s wrong?!� Harry asked worried.� �You look like... what�s
happened!?� What did we forget!?� I saw what you did to Draco..
What are you worried about?!�

�Nothing.� He snapped.

There was no way he was going to admit his stupid error right now.� What good would that possibly do?!� No.. he would have to remain alert.. If anything happened, then
he would fight and flee.� He would manage
somehow.

�How did you ward your apartment in
that manner?� Tom asked, changing the subject.

�I didn�t� the boy answered
quietly.� �It was Draco.� He.. he would let me heal myself..sometimes.� It was
convenient for him if I could use magic while we were there.�� He didn�t want me to be a squib.. he just liked the fact that I
couldn�t risk doing anything to him..�

Tom nodded, sighing.� A pity.. If there were some way to create such a place again.. he could construct further portkeys.

�So... are we staying here or not?�

Harry sounded distracted.� The expression
on his face showed that it was more an inner distraction than anything in the
environment.� Tom dismissed it.� Obviously the boy had not yet fully processed
the reality that Draco Malfoy.. (whatever
he had done to him � a boy he had been fairly regularly fucking for several
years) � was now dead.�

Thoroughly dead.�
Quite definitely dead.�

�yes.� This is as good a place as any for the
moment.� We will find a
backpackers for the night.�

�Why don�t we rent a place � it�d
be cheaper...

Tom scowled.� Why not rent a place?!� Because it was wasteful.. that
was why.� You never knew whether you
would be able to stay for the entire term and to walk away when you had paid
was a crime against money.

Of course.. they did have
quite a considerable sum of money
just right now..

Still.. The boy was spoilt.� He was accustomed to creature comforts.� He wanted privacy and next he�d be demanding
furniture and bloody silk sheets.

�No.� We will look for a place for the night� he
stated definitively.

His hand itched to slap the pout
off Harry�s face.

He had instructed Harry to remain
silent and, as they stood at the counter of the Downtown backpackers, it seemed
for a moment that that order would be followed.

However when he asked for a single bed shared-room � (the boy could obviously
sleep on the floor) � Harry spoke up, correcting him.

CORRECTING
him!!..�

He very nearly turned and dealt
with the insurrection immediately, in public.

�No.. we�d like a double room, actually.� Harry corrected mildly.

The scruffy dread-locked muggle
behind the counter just shrugged and switched the key for another one. �

Tom fumed.� He glared at Harry, who
balked somewhat, obviously recognising that this matter was far from over, and in principle had
nothing whatsoever to do with the size of their room.

Eighty two dollars!!� His gaze could have
cut glass when he turned it upon the boy.�
He snatched the blasted room key from the muggle�s
hand and shouldered his bag, turning and stomping down the hall to the stairs.

Harry followed behind meekly
enough, but the damage was already done.

When he opened the door with the
key and found a room that was far too
pleasant and unassuming with a large double bed and a television set he reached behind him and dragged the whelp in by
his tee shirt, flinging him across the intervening space.� Harry didn�t bother to fight and stumbled
slightly, landing on his knees.�

He stayed on his knees, waiting, with his head lowered, seemingly readying
himself to weather the storm.�

Tom stalked over, furious, and put
his boot to him viciously, just below the shoulders, kicking him over hard onto
his stomach.� Harry braced himself
slightly with his hands but did not move to try to get up.

�I instructed you to remain silent..� he hissed, as he climbed onto the prone figure and
inserted his knee in the small of his back sharply.� Harry yelped and jerked involuntarily at the
pain.� His movement gave Tom the
opportunity to wrap his arm around the idiot�s neck and lock him.� Hands moved to tug at his forearm urgently as
the boy struggled for breath.� He was out
like a light in bare minutes of weak struggle.

Tom released his limp form onto the carpet and got up, pacing away in
unsatisfied rage.�

Harry was supposed to obey him.� He had graciously allowed him to remain
vertical, breathing and at his side on the implicit condition that he would do as he was told.�

This could not be tolerated.

He had warned the boy to obey.. he
had told him that he could not speak without permission.. he
had informed him that he would be punished if he was unable to follow those
simple rules.

Punishment was required now.

He dropped to his knees and rolled
the boy onto his back, glaring down at the entirely irritating way his teeshirt had ridden up to expose his flat hard stomach and
the tight curves that arched down toward his groin.� Harry�s face was soft and peaceful in
unconsciousness, his hands splayed on the carpet.� He looked ..� he looked..good..�

Growling, Tom dragged his thoughts away from that and moved down the boy�s body
to tug his boots off.� He needed the
laces.

He heard Harry awaken by the choked
cough he emitted.� There was a moment of
silence and pained breathing before the boy emitted a low groan.

Tom frowned.� That had not sounded like the boy was
particularly perturbed. �Technically he
should be more than perturbed.. he
should be cramped and afraid and miserable.�
His groan had sounded..aroused.. if anything.

Harry lay on his stomach on the
carpet.� His legs were bent up and
attached with one lace to his wrists in a hogtie.� The other lace wrapped around his throat and
attached to his bound wrists.

�I�m sorry..�
Harry managed softly.� �I won�t do it
again.�

�You may not have the chance.� Tom
informed him and pressed the button on the remote, flipping the television
on.� He generally despised television �
but he wanted to be distracted from the boy on the floor.� He had only been waiting for Harry to awaken
in order to flip the TV on in order to be certain that he would not suffocate
on the carpet.� He might wish to kill him
� but he had no intention of doing so in a hostel where he had been caught on
camera entering with him.

Harry, to his credit, remained
silent, his muscles tensely strained for the entire hour that Tom watched a
ridiculous muggle programme featuring two idiots and a judge.�

He had to appreciate the boy�s physical condition, able to tolerate the
discomfort so stoically.�

Flipping off the TV when a game show began, he determined that it was time to
go and acquire food.�

And since Harry had already seen fit
to waste most of his hundred dollars, he would finish off the brunt of it and
purchase something hot with more than one component to it.� Harry could go without this evening.� He had not earned the privilege of food
tonight.

�I shall be back.� I expect to find you exactly as I am leaving
you� he informed him with a scowl.

�Yes..Tom..� Harry puffed, displaying his difficulty as he tried to
talk.

Grumbling at himself
for being such a gods damned sot he paused and untied the cord around the boy�s
neck before he went.� It wouldn�t do for
him to pass out and suffocate in his absence.�

Harry thanked him as he laid his
cheek on the carpet, able to relax somewhat.

On some level that did please him a very small amount.� If the boy could simply always be as obedient
and accommodating as he was when hogtied, perhaps he would not constantly have
the desire to kill him.

He strolled down the hall of the backpackers feeling much lighter and more
carefree than he had in a long time.�

It did one good to have someone below them on the ladder to kick.� No matter how dismal and pained life became.. the ability to pass the buck
could not be underestimated.

He walked up and down the street
deliberating on what he might like to eat.�
In the end he realised that his body in its present condition probably
would not tolerate most of the delicious smelling ethnic dishes on offer.� Indian, Chinese, thai,
Turkish.. they were all
out.� Pizza too.� Too much grease.�

He settled for Burger King.� He bought a
small meal with a chicken burger and fries.

It was exquisite.�

He hated the fact that he loved it.

After he�d eaten he wandered down
the streets, getting a feel for the area.�

There were several bars that were just beginning to open as he started to make
his way back toward the backpackers.� He
looked at one or two of them thoughtfully.�
Perhaps..

no.� he discarded the idea again.�
They had more than sufficient money at present � there was no need to
take the risk.

They.�

HE..� HE had
more than sufficient money.� There was no they.� ��

He scowled and made his way back to his disobedient little curse.

As he unlocked the door to the room
he experienced a strange little frisson of anticipation.� He found he was quite interested in whether
the boy had remained in place or whether he had sought to challenge authority
again.�

Either presented quite appealing options.�
If the boy had been good, perhaps he might release him for a while.� Perhaps he might allow him..to
dance for him..�

Of course, if the boy had sought to disobey again, he would simply punish him
further.� He would be less merciful this
time.�

It was a win-win situation.

As it turned out, Harry was bound
exactly as he had left him.� He raised
his head when he heard Tom enter and tried to look back over his shoulder.� There was a hopeful cast to his face
again.� Tom smirked.

Whenever he saw that optimistic lilt he had the almost irresistible urge to
crush it.�

He strode into the room and, for the first time, leaned his head into the
modest ensuite bathroom that justified the exorbitant
price of a double room.� A small shower,
toilet and sink winked at him.�

He stepped inside and stripped off eagerly, virtually diving into the shower.� The
towel provided was marginally less sandpapery than he was used to.� Nothing like as soft and
luxurious as the bath sheet in Harry�s apartment � but certainly above par.� He shook his wet hair and strolled back out
into the bedroom with the towel around his waist.� There was a soft intake of breath from the
boy on the floor as he walked past.� It
was gratifying.

�I�m.. really sorry now.. alright?�� Harry tried hopefully.� �Could you..maybe
untie me.. or.. or punish me in a different way..�

Tom snorted.�

�No.� And I did not give you permission
to speak, Harry.�

The boy emitted a soft disappointed groan.

He unfolded the towel, turning away
from his bound entertainment for the evening, and used it to dry his hair
slightly before tossing it over the chair. �He could feel
the press of Harry�s eyes on him.

It was like a delicious tension.. an
electric energy.� It did not surprise him
to see the boy wriggle uncomfortably on the floor when he turned.� From the heat in the green eyes, it had now
become uncomfortable to lie upon his cock.�

He smirked and walked closer, dropping to his knees in front of the boy�s face� He felt himself
harden slightly.� Harry looked like he
wanted nothing more than to stretch out his neck and lick him. �Stroking his fingertips up the shaft of his
rapidly hardening member, he looked down at his..so
called nemesis.�

Harry was struggling to remain silent when it was blatantly obvious he wished
to beg.

�You may speak..�
he offered graciously.

�PLEASE TOM!� PLEASE!!�
Untie me!!� Let me..Let me please
you.. I..can..it�ll feel.. DAMN IT..PLEASE Tom!!..�� The needy pleas poured out of the boy.�

Tom inspected the slight bruise forming around his split lip.� Such a tiny thing..
If it were not for the way things stood.. it would take barely a thought to heal it..

He knelt up slightly and offered the head of his cock to the boy�s damaged
mouth.� Harry stopped whining at once and
pounced upon it.� He had run his tongue
around the head and sucked it into his mouth in half a second.�

Tom choked slightly in an overload of sensation.� Good!� It
felt so damn good... He leaned forward, holding Harry�s head in both hands and
fucked his mouth slowly.� The boy slurped
and swallowed him with eager abandon.�
Tom found that he had to take
note of the boy�s breathing since it was abundantly clear that Harry would suck
until he choked if allowed.�

He couldn�t stop his own breath from speeding.. or the low moan that escaped him when the boy swallowed
around the head of his cock in the back of his throat.�� He couldn�t last.� It had been too long since he had felt
anything this good.. since he
had felt hot wet delicious nirvana, washing away his cares.�� He stroked the soft black hair through his
fingers as he moved harder against him.�
It seemed to only excite Harry further.�
He groaned deeply around the thick shaft in his gullet and the sensation
nearly finished Tom.� He thrust hard against the soft lips once,
twice.. and then he was
falling, emptying his balls into the back of the boy�s throat with a low growl
of release.�

Harry swallowed and hummed in approval.�
It caused another minor spasm of pleasure to ripple through Tom as he
was leaning back on one hand, his legs splayed either
side of his arse on the floor, trying to catch his breath.�

Harry had been..very, very, good..�

Perhaps.. he had been good
enough to warrant curtailing his punishment for the moment.�

After all.. the room was more
than adequate.. and they (HE!!) had money.. and the shower had been good... he had eaten..� The boy was a formidable cocksucker.

He sighed languidly and reached
forward over Harry�s shoulder to release the slip knot binding his ankles and
wrists.�

Harry emitted a soft sigh of relief
when it came undone and stretched his legs out with an audible crack from one
knee.� Tom yawned, covering his mouth
with the back of one hand.� It had been a
very long day in the meantime.� He was full and clean and sated and meant to
go for the complete prize and sleep now.�
He had merely not yet decided whether Harry would be sleeping on the
floor or whether he would allow him to share the bed. ��

�What did you do wrong, Harry?� he
asked idly.�

There was a silence for a minute.� Then
the boy responded softly ��I spoke when you told me not to.� I contradicted you in front of others. I disobeyed
your order.�

Tom stroked the head which had once again been lowered to press a cheek to the
carpet.

�Correct.� As I was in a generous mood
this evening your punishment has been rather mild.� Some minor discomfort and
no food.� Should you repeat the
mistake.. I will
be harsher with you.�

Harry curled his head lower, pressing his nose into the carpet.

�Ok..� he whispered.

Tom frowned slightly at the
response.� It was accepting but it was
not optimal. �An optimal response would contain some trace
of Sir, Master or my Lord.� Still.. for the moment he was feeling
rather content and sleepy.� He would
condition the boy to the appropriate mode of address tomorrow perhaps.�

�Go and shower before you come to
bed� he instructed, pulling himself to his feet wearily.��

�Thank you, Tom.� Harry responded
softly, truly sounding grateful.

He slipped under the sheets of the
double bed, lying back and feeling his entire back
unwind in the unfamiliar softness.� Too
often he�d slept curled in a ball against the side of a building.� It felt dangerous to be this
comfortable.�� As if something terrible
might happen at any minute.�

Lucius drifted into his sleepy mind again.

Something terrible could happen at
any minute.� If Lucius
learned that Tom had killed his only heir and managed to lay hands on him.. then a lot of very
terrible things would probably happen for the rest of his agonizing little
life.�

He groaned again at his own stupidity for forgetting the clothes.

The sound of the shower stopping
half woke him again from his doze.� He
heard, as if from far away, the sound of the boy walking about.. the soft rustle as he rubbed his
body with the towel.. as he ruffled his hair.� Then the covers on the other side of the bed
drew down slightly and the bed dipped a shade while another body got in.�

He frowned slightly, through his sleepy haze when the cool, naked, barely damp,
body edged over in the bed till Harry was close by his side.� At least he didn�t dare to try to cuddle him..thank
Merlin.. however the boy�s presence was close enough
to sense.� It hovered on the periphery of
his awareness.

�What were you worried about
earlier?� Harry whispered softly, just as he was dropping off again.� He growled under his breath and shifted in
the bed, considering whether to order the boy to sleep on the floor.

�D�snt matter� he mumbled and turned his head away. �Go
to sleep Harry.�

There was silence for a
minute.� He drifted away again..� Then he heard the
soft whisper, closer by his ear.�

�Tom.. I
burned your things before I followed you.�
Then I lit the whole place on fire as I ran out the door.�

His eyes flew open.� He blinked even as his entire mouth went dry.

Could it be true!?�

Had the boy thought to do that.. Could they be safe from the immediate threat of
tracking?!��

He turned his face in the near dark toward the shadow of the boy�s head beside
him.

�You don�t need to worry.� Harry
whispered.� �I�ll take care of you..�

The indignation burned him for a
moment even through the disbelieving relief that the boy had actually done another extremely useful thing.

�We�ll find a way to win too.� Harry
whispered.� His lips were a bare inch
from Tom�s own.� He could feel the soft
puff of his breath.�

Delusional again.�

�Trust me.� We�ll take it all back.�
Harry insisted.�

For a brief moment Tom allowed himself to enjoy the pleasant delusion.� They would take back the wizarding world and
he would be Lord Voldemort again.. and
Lucius would roast on a spike..

Then Harry�s lips moved the final inch and brushed his own, feather light and
tentative.��

The tingling reaction he had when he touched the boy anywhere was
magnified.� He ran his tongue over his
own lips to sooth the itch and Harry moved against him harder, sucking at the
tip of his tongue and teasing it with his own. �It was...

(bliss)

...entirely presumptuous of the boy.

nevertheless.. for the sake
of the fact that he had burned the clothes � He allowed it as a reward.�

He parted his lips and kissed the boy passionately, raising a hand to stroke
the sharp angular face, to comb the damp black silk from his eyes.. ��

Harry whimpered faintly into his
mouth.�

Slowly he withdrew..in a slew of soft brief kisses to
the boy�s entirely addictive mouth.

�Sleep, Harry..�
he murmured against him, turning slightly and throwing one arm over the boy�s
chest, even as the other curled under his pillow.�

Just before he dropped off, he
heard a faint sigh that sounded suspiciously contented.

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