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Savior Unwound	By : Camorgan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 22012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Savior Unwound

Pairing: Harry Potter and Tom Riddle Jr.

Rating: Adult+

Dark! Harry

Warnings: Slash, sexual content, language, violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of the characters, plots or otherwise associated with it.

A/N: There will be a good deal of flashbacks, and I'm not going to write "flashback", so pay attention. Harry is 16 at the beginning of this story, Tom is 43, but appears to be around 20.

"Speech."

-Parseltongue.-

Harry had feared that he would have to stay with Severus; after all, the Order knew he was with Tom now. However, to his relief, Tom had decided it was safe enough to take him back to the manor. It was inevitable that this would happen, they would have to find out eventually, and Tom was in no mood to be separated from Harry.

They sat silently in the library together, each in a chair before the fire, a large tome sitting upon their laps. It was three days after the incident with the order, and it would have been relaxing, even normal any other time. If only Harry could focus, if he could pull his thoughts away from Tom. If only he could stop looking at his gorgeous face.

-Harry, you are distracted. - Tom's voice made the younger boy jump lightly. He was quiet for a moment, staring down at the age-yellowed page.

-You have the tendency to cause that in me. - He replied softly, only raising his eyes when the feeling of Tom's scarlet gaze forced him to. They stared at each other for a long moment. Harry wondered what Tom would say, or if he would ignore his blatant feelings once more. Harry hadn't exactly been keeping them a secret as of late.

Tom seemed to think very carefully about something, and then with a controlled motion, he closed his book and stood up. Harry gasped softly, his entire body tensing. But Tom didn't move toward him, instead he walked toward the bookshelves. Something shattered a little inside Harry. He had gone too far, Tom was leaving…

Yet, then he was in front of Harry, holding out a thin black leather bound book. Harry met his gaze. He took the book from him gingerly, recognizing it at once. He had seen Tom writing in it, agonizing over it late at night. It felt almost invasive to hold it; like he was holding a piece of Tom in his hands instead.

With trembling fingers he opened it, his throat going dry as he looked down at Tom's perfect hand writing.

He looked at the date at the top of the first page.

October 31st, 1981

He swallowed thickly and looked back up at Tom. He had an unreadable expression on his face, but he gave a slow nod to him before leaving the room quietly. Harry sat very still for a moment, aware that he held in his hands something Tom had never shown anyone. It was about him. It was secret. It was going to change everything.

He started to shake, forcing his eyes back down to the page. With dread in his heart, he began to read.

October 31st, 1981

I have begun my most recent plan. The Potters lie dead, and their son lies in my arms. How could I have planned to kill him? Severus has once again amended an unwise decision on my part. The potential in this boy is palpable. It is fortunate he resides with me, for he will be all I have dreamed him to be. I have high hopes for Severus' ingenious fix to the prophecy. I only have to wait until Harry is ready.

Harry took a deep breath. This is what they were discussing the night Severus had saved him from the Order. He flipped through some of the pages, skimming parts of his life that had filled Tom with pride to the point where he had documented it.

Harry first held a wand today and set Bella's skirt on fire…Harry can levitate the entire dining room table, he's only five…Harry unlocks all the doors when I'm not looking…Harry can read and speak parseltongue perfectly…Harry cast a Patronus at age eleven…Fiendfyre…talent for dark magic unlike any I've ever seen…so much of myself in him…extraordinary…talented…prodigy…so precious…elegant…time is running out, but can I proceed?

Harry paused, looking down at a particularly scrawling page. Tom seemed upset, unsure. It was odd to be reading his thoughts. He looked at the date and nearly gasped. It was just five days ago.

Dumbledore is getting suspicious, any day he will find out about Harry being in my possession. Severus is pushing the ceremony but I am hesitant. Ancient magic in finicky and regardless of what Severus says about soul bonding being friendly to romantic feelings, I fear it will compromise the result. I will have no weakness in our bond, and my ridiculous feelings of love can be nothing but weakness. I will ruin all of my own ambitions with this love for Harry Potter.

But I cannot wait much longer. We are vulnerable while we are apart. Perhaps I should proceed, for any bond, weak as it may be, will protect us from the prophecy being carried out. There is no way back now, and to leave it unfinished…it is painful as it is. Harry and I must not remain two separate people.

Harry stared blankly at the book. He flipped the page to find one sentence.

I have to tell him.

Harry was suddenly aware of Tom standing behind him. He wondered if he had been there the whole time. He closed the book with a soft thud and placed it on the table beside him. He tried to make himself move further, but he was frozen, his hand curling around the edge of the table. He nearly jumped as a long hand covered his gently.

"Tom…" He whispered, choking on the name slightly. His fingers tightened over Harry's.

"What…I…" He tried to talk, but he found he couldn't. He was reeling. What did this mean?

"It's the only way. The process has already begun. It has been in progress since I first held you in my arms. We are natural partners, Harry. The ancients call this phenomenon Dimidium. In more modern terms, we would be akin to soul mates. It is fortunate, almost too lucky to be coincidence that our bonding will reverse the entire prophecy written about us. Or perhaps carry it out, depending on your perspective. In a way, you are destroying me, Harry. But it is so sweet, I cannot bring myself to care."

Tom moved to face him, kneeling in front of the chair so he could touch Harry's face. His fingertips sent jolts of electricity through Harry's body. He couldn't resist the pull to lean into Tom's touch. It was so good, to feel him. And then once more Tom's face closed in on his and their lips hovered mere centimeters apart. Harry breathed out heavily, his lips parting of their own accord. He could feel the moisture of Tom's breath and ached to feel that mouth on his own.

-I thought this was a weakness. Even until a couple days ago, I was sure this feeling was going to unhinge me, ruin everything. But I've had a revelation, Harry…we're not made to be two people. When I thought I'd lost you…We're not made to be anything but two halves of the same whole, together, combined, entwined. Connected...-

Harry's eyes slid shut, his mind fogging over pleasantly. Tom's voice took over every other sense. It made him dizzy in the best possible way; the warmth of his breath, the nearness of him. His words made Harry flush with heat. He ached blissfully. Just as he was leaning inward, unable to stay so far from Tom, the older man beat him to it.

The kiss hit him hard, their lips meshed together with a perfection he never knew existed. A feeling so divine rushed through him all at once. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was better than the first time he had used magic, better than flying, better than an orgasm. A desperate, keening moan tore through him and he was finally unfrozen.

His hands flew to Tom's shoulders, his hair, his face. He touched every part of him he could reach, pulling him closer. Even as Tom pulled him off the chair into his lap, their bodies flush together; Harry felt it was not close enough. It would never, ever be close enough. It was true; they were not made to be apart.

It was torture, pure agony, to pull away. Harry gasped for air, staring into Tom's scarlet eyes.

"How? "He breathed, clutching at Tom's arms.

"A spell, of sorts. And consummation. "Harry whined softly, desire slamming into him at the mere word.

-Tom…I…I need to…please, my Lord…- Harry could not explain, could not comprehend, but he was desperate. It was painful to be only himself. Tom's eyes flashed all effort to conceal his thoughts abandoned. What use was it to hide from himself, after all? It was undeniable that he wanted Harry, that he had wanted him all along.

Three days earlier Tom stood silently by the door frame of a room. Inside a delicate boy laid sleeping peacefully. Tom watched him, feeling a sort of hysterical panic build within him, despite the fact that Harry was safe, that he could see his slow breathing. It had been too close. He had almost lost Harry that night.

It surprised him, that he was so panicked about losing Harry. Not because he feared losing power, losing his greatest weapon. No, because he feared Harry's absence in his life. The thought of Harry gone made his stomach turn.

He was leaving Harry vulnerable. He was giving Dumbledore the chance to separate them.

Tom entered the room, moving quietly to sit on the side of the bed. Harry's face was relaxed, long eyelashes splayed over his perfect cheekbones. And those lips, so soft and inviting. It felt like a sin not to kiss them. Tom knew Harry wanted him to. Tom had known the way Harry felt, and that he, himself was just as obsessively in love with Harry, for years.

It was agony, controlling his emotions, willing himself not to touch Harry in all the ways he dreamed of. But until now, it had never been so clear. Love was not a weakness. He leaned down, his thumb brushing lightly over Harry's face, and kissed him tenderly. He had never felt more powerful than in that moment, when he finally admitted that he was in love.

-Harry, - Tom looked up into his face, flushed and desperate. Merlin, he was beautiful.

-Tell me how you feel about me. – He commanded softly. Harry's face flushed an even deeper color and he suddenly looked away, seeming nervous.

"I…I can't breathe…when you're not around. I crave your touch. I grow hot whenever you look at me, I…dream about you every night. All of my thoughts revolve around you. My heart aches to be close to you, and when I am close to you I shiver with pleasure. When you touch me…I forget everything but that precious touch. And your eyes…" He finally looked back up at him, looking frightened.

"They're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, besides the rest of you. I fantasize about your voice, and your hands…" He blushed.

"I've never wanted anything, I've never ached so desperately for anything in my life, except for you. I only want to please you, to feel your eyes on me, to be in your presence. I feel so empty, Tom, I can't explain it. I can feel you now, you're so close, but I always want you more." Harry gripped Tom's shoulders, moaning softly as Tom wrapped his arms around his back. He looked up shyly through his eyelashes, his fingers clutching at the fabric of Tom's shirt.

-I…I love you, my Lord. - He said, his voice so quiet that anyone else would not have heard it. Tom was silent for a moment, but then he spoke softly.

-Do you want to know a secret, Harry? – He leaned in, his lips hot against Harry's ear.

-I love you too. –

It was as if the whole world clicked into place. As if the last piece of a puzzle was finally found after years of staring at an unfinished picture. Everything made sense.

Harry. Tom. Who were those people? Separate people? That didn't exist anymore. Harry was gone. Tom was gone. There was only Harry and Tom. There could be no other possibility.

Harry gasped sharply, his fingers digging into Tom's shoulders even more. Tom was frozen, holding the younger boy as close as he could. Was he holding Harry, or himself? Maybe it was both? They sat there, two different people, but the same person, all at once. Thoughts, memories, feelings, emotions began to flood into their heads, mixing together until they were unsure which memories and which thoughts belonged to who.

When it calmed, when Harry could breathe properly again, a new feeling smashed into him with a vicious force. How was he sitting here, with Tom, and how were they still not connected? A dull ache began to form in his chest. The empty space that had felt so full, was empty again. They were close, but there was more.

-T-tom…- He breathed, and then suddenly gasped. Hot lips pressed against his neck, trailing up to his ear where they stopped.

-I'll make it go away. I'll fill you until we are so connected, you will never feel empty again. – Tom's voice was low, drawling. It made Harry shudder and grow hard against Tom's firm stomach. He whined, pushing his hips against Tom. He felt Tom smile against his ear and then slip his hands under Harry's shirt.

-You will be mine, Harry. And I will be yours… - His hands moved up his back, trailing his fingertips gently along the soft skin. Harry breathed out heavily, shivering under his touch. His fingers moved around, brushing along Harry's nipples until the younger boy began to moan, bucking against Tom.

-I'm going to tease you until you can't stand it. I'm going to make you beg, and then I am going to make you feel better than you ever have before. And I'm going to do it to you over and over again, for the rest of our lives.-

-Tom!- Harry looked frantic, his head thrown back and his pants tight. Tom smiled wickedly, pushing Harry back until he fell back on the soft carpet. He moved over him, tugging the hem of his shirt up. Harry eagerly arched his back, letting Tom toss the fabric away. The older man's hands moved downward then, slowly unfastening Harry's pants.

The young wizard held his breath, feeling immediately vulnerable as soon as his pants and boxers joined his shirt. He felt Tom's eyes more than he saw them, moving over his body possessively.

-Gorgeous. – He breathed, his gaze trailed down Harry's shy face; flushed from arousal, to his toned chest, right down to his beautiful cock, pink and hard, nestled in a bed of curly black hair. It reached to his belly button, and curiously hardened as Tom looked at it. Harry squirmed a bit. Moaning simply from feeling Tom's eyes on him. Tom raised an eyebrow, looking at Harry as he began to take his own clothes off.

The warm light from the fire cast interesting shadows across Tom as his shirt fell away from his body. Harry pushed himself up on his elbows, his breath catching in his throat at he took in the sight of him. He was perfectly built, toned and strong. His pants hung dangerously low on his hips and Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the thin trail of hair that disappeared under his trousers and lead straight to the formidable bulge between Tom's legs.

It felt like a fuzzy, too warm dream. Harry's entire body flooded with heat, his mouth went dry. Arousal was simmering quickly within him, threatening to pick up to a boil as those hands he had dreamed about for so long dropped to unbuckle the older man's belt.

Tom moved unbearably slow, meeting Harry's gaze intently as finally his pants fell open, revealing the erection that nearly painful. Harry's gaze rested on his cock, and he promptly moaned. Tom shivered lightly, his scarlet eyes flashing with desire.

-T-tom…may I…- Harry's eyes flickered down to his cock and then met his gaze again. He bit his lip nervously. Tom raised an eyebrow, smirking.

-May you what? - The younger man whimpered softly, pushing himself up to his knees. He only had to move forward a little until he was face to face with Tom. Tom reached out, caressing the side of Harry's flushed face tenderly. The other wizard whined, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of Tom's wrist.

-May I please taste you? – He asked, somehow sounding innocent all the while, even though the request came out as a breathy moan. Tom placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and pushed him down gently, silently giving Harry his answer.

Harry sat, suddenly so close to the cock that he had fantasized about. He pressed a soft kiss to the tip, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed the silky hot skin. He opened them, letting the head slip into his mouth. The taste of Tom exploded in his mouth, and then he was taking more into his mouth, sucking reverently. His hands curled around the back of Tom's thighs, steadying himself as he tried to taste as much of Tom as possible.

Tom gasped sharply, a soft groan escaping him. He twisted his fingers into Harry's hair, pushing gently on his head as the boy eagerly sucked him. Harry seemed to like this, moaning wantonly around the cock in his mouth. Tom savored the feeling of Harry's mouth for a moment, bucking into the wet heat. But he had better things planned, so he gently pulled the boy back, smiling as he whined in protest.

-It is my turn to taste you, love. – Harry stared at him wide eyed as Tom pulled him up to his feet. His lips brushed lightly along the underside of Harry's erection, causing the younger man's knees to weaken slightly. Tom smiled, cupping Harry's backside for support, pressing open mouthed kisses down his length.

Harry began to tremble lightly, his hands twisting into Tom's hair and clenching convulsively. His thoughts started to blur around the edges, all he could focus on was how hot Tom's lips were, and how desperately he wanted them wrapped around him. Unexpectedly he got his wish, gasping sharply and then promptly bending over Tom's head and moaning so loud it was nearly a shout. He was suddenly completely buried in Tom's mouth, the hot wetness tightening and moving over his length.

"T-Tom! Oh, Merlin, Tom…please, fuck me!" Tom's head pulled away immediately, and then they were pulled into the gut wrenching feeling of disapparation.

Harry landed on the bed first, closely followed by the weight of his lover settling on top of him. It was sudden and over whelming and utterly blissful. Tom's body completely covered his, bearing down on every inch of exposed skin and blossoming into beautiful heated pleasure. His moistened lips caressed his neck, the ridge of his collarbone, closed over one, and then the other nipple. Harry cried out, arching into his touch.

Tom couldn't keep his hands off of Harry, he wanted to touch every part of him, soak him up until they couldn't be separated. His hands smoothed over milky white thighs, parting them until his hand could nestle between them. He murmured softly against Harry's hip, his fingers becoming slick at once. His finger rubbed gently along the younger boy's entrance, sliding up to tease the sensitive spot right above, and then returning to his entrance, nearly slipping the tip of his finger inside, but not quite.

Harry almost jumped as Tom's wet finger touched such a private part of him. It felt so wonderfully naughty, and soon he was squirming with the sensation. He bore down on the pressure, whining softly when Tom teased him.

"P-please, Tom…" He gasped, moaning in relief as the finger slid inside of him. He expected it to hurt, but instead all he felt was a strange, wonderful sense of being filled. If his finger felt like this than what would his cock feel like? His body flushed with heat, and he whimpered desperately, bucking his hips onto the finger.

Tom began to move, rubbing along the inside of his lover. He added another, and then a third, too impatient to bother with stretching for too long. He savored the heat of Harry for a moment, and then curled his fingers deliberately, smirking as Harry cried out. His head snapped back, his fingers curling around the sheets. When his eyes opened, they locked on Tom and the look in them was so blatantly erotic that Tom pulled his fingers out and grabbed Harry's hips and flipped them both over, settling Harry onto his lap.

If Tom had had any patience at all, it was gone. Harry pushed himself up to his knees, spreading his legs invitingly. He peered down at Tom, almost innocent looking.

-Make me yours. – Tom growled, clutching Harry's hips and pressing the head of his cock into the heat of Harry's entrance. Harry shuddered, trying to buck down onto his erection. Tom held fast to him, staring at his green eyes intently.

-Say it. - Harry need not even ask what he meant.

-I love you. – Tom's fingers tightened, his eyes flashing.

-Again.-

-Tom, I love you. - Harry whimpered, rolling his hips down slightly, moaning as Tom slid a bit further into him. He gripped Tom's shoulders tightly,

-I need you inside me so bad, I love you, I love you, I love you. – Harry was gasping by the end of it. Tom's eyes closed with the sound of it, obsessed with hearing Harry say those words. He slid slowly inside of him, groaning deeply as he was sucked into Harry's heat.

It was as if the world stopped again, slowing around them as they become connected for the first time. Tom's hands dug into Harry's hips, breathing heavily. They were still once again, and then it was impossible to stay still.

Tom's hips jerked upward and Harry cried out, his eyes snapping open. Their eyes met, and it was as if they had never existed before that moment. Tom's hands guided Harry up and then down, starting a slow, burning rhythm. Moans fell like prayers from Harry's mouth, whispering Tom's name reverently as the man slid in and out of him.

It was too slow, it was never deep enough. Their pace quickened, Tom snapping up into Harry as the younger man tried desperately to take him deeper. Their angle shifted and suddenly Harry was seeing stars, crying out for more.

Tom kept him there, ramming into that same spot over and over until Harry sobbed with the pleasure.

-Tom! Mm, Tom…- He was close, and Tom wanted nothing more than to see Harry come screaming his name.

-Mine.-

The words left Tom's mouth and then Harry was coming, his body taut as he arched and screamed Tom's name, strands of milky white come splashing over his stomach.

Tom shuddered as Harry convulsed around him, riding out Harry's orgasm until he lost himself as well, emptying himself into his lover. Harry collapsed against him, burying his sweaty face into Tom's neck. The older man wrapped his arms possessively around him, placing soft kisses over his neck as his hands moved over the skin of his back. Harry shivered, moaning softly and kissing Tom's neck.

Tom placed his hand on the side of Harry's face, guiding him to his lips. They kissed languidly, tongues sliding along another almost obscenely. It was a repeat of what they had just done, only just their lips and their tongues. It was messy and hot, hands roamed everywhere. It was almost impossible to pull away, their lips finding each other several times more.

-Harry.-

-Mm? - Harry hummed, his lips still slightly connected to Tom's.

-Look at your arm. – Harry blinked, looking over at his left arm that was resting on the pillow beside Tom's head. In a shocking black color, wrapped around his arm were symbols he recognized as ancient runes. He sat up, gasping as he felt Tom still inside of him. He looked over at Tom's left arm and found that they were nearly identical.

"Is that supposed to happen?" He asked, running his fingers over the marks on Tom's arm. He gasped as they glowed slightly, and then faded back to black. Tom smiled a little, catching Harry's hand and entwining their fingers. They both sighed softly, two pieces snapping into place.

-Now you are mine.-

-I always have been.-
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