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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: M

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: Wow! I was so overwhelmed by how much positive feedback this story has gotten since I came back. I mean, shucks, guys, I feel obligated to give you more now. Please enjoy!

In response to the reviewer who hoped the flashbacks were over: Haha, nope.

"Speech."

-Parseltongue.-

Sixteen year old Severus had no idea how his life had come to this point. He had been perfectly content with being an outcast, staying out of the center of things to be alone with his books and his Dark magic. Or at least he could remember being content with this.

It had been fine until that pivotal night in the library. Everything had been fine, and now look at him; half naked and panting below none other than Sirius Black. He should be thinking about how cruel Sirius had been to him for the last five years, but all he could comprehend was how cruel it was that Sirius was stroking him so teasingly through his trousers.

This was insane. Forbidden and wrong and absolutely perfect in every way because Sirius made Severus feel like no one ever had before. He felt…desired, wanted, sought after. Sirius looked at him like he was somebody. He touched him like he was precious. He whispered sweet things in his ear as he brought them both to unimaginable pleasure.

Severus didn't care anymore if he upheld his cold exterior, because the heat that rolled off of Sirius felt so good.

"Sirius, please, you're teasing me." Severus panted, pushing his aching need into Sirius's hand. The roguish boy smiled, cupping him more firmly and nipping at Severus' delicate jaw, not yet that of a man's.

"Mm, Sev. I love it when you talk like that." Sirius murmured, fumbling with the fastenings of Severus' trousers. He wrapped his hand around the other boy's bare flesh triumphantly, grinning as Severus gave a keening moan and arched up.

"A-ah, Sirius, need you." He moaned mindlessly, his hands gripping at whatever part of Sirius he could reach, his arm, his hip, pulling him closer because he could never be close enough for Severus to be satisfied.

Sirius groaned in approval, hastily removing Severus' trousers and pants and then crouching over him to rid himself of clothes as well. Their lips met feverishly when Sirius settled back down on top of him, sighing in bliss as their sweat slicked skin rubbed together.

Severus' legs spread gladly for Sirius' gentle probing fingers. He whimpered in pleasure as they explored the inside of his body, pushing down in impatience. He longed to feel Sirius inside him again, it felt like nothing he had ever felt before. It felt like completeness. It felt like being loved.

"Hurry, please." He breathed, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. Sirius lapped at it, nestling himself between Severus' legs. His head dropped to Severus' shoulder as he slid inside, overwhelmed by the burning embrace of Severus. He gasped, trembling slightly.

"Ah, always…so…perfect, Sev." He breathed, laying wet kisses over Severus' throat. The other boy was gripping onto Severus tightly, his short fingernails digging into Sirius' muscled back as he adjusted to him. No matter how many times they did this – and they did it a lot, they were teenage boys, after all – it never lost its novelty. It still felt as intense and as special as the first.

Severus wrapped his legs around Sirius' waist, urging him forward with his heels. The curly haired boy let out a strangled groan as his pelvis became flush with Severus'. The other boy clenched impulsively, causing Sirius to shudder and grip Severus' hip hastily.

"S-Sev…" Said boy rolled his hips up and against Sirius', moaning softly as he did so.

"Sirius, move, now." He commanded. Sirius obeyed, beginning a rhythm they both knew wouldn't last. It didn't really matter, they were so wound up they would be at it again in less than an hour.

Severus pulled Sirius' face to his own, nearly sobbing as his orgasm coiled tight in his stomach. Sirius was close too, his thrusts becoming frantic. He reached between them to stroke Severus, only once, and then the boy was clenching and arching, coating Sirius' hand with come. Sirius gasped loudly as Severus closed down on him and followed quickly, burying his face in Severus' sweaty neck and kissing every bit of flesh he could.

Severus relaxed against the bed drowsily, enjoying the feeling of Sirius' lips on his skin and the softening erection still inside him. When Sirius finally pushed himself over, Severus instinctively cuddled closer, sighing as Sirius tucked his head under his chin, placing a soft kiss on top of his dark hair.

Years later Severus would blame the orgasm and his stupid youth for what he said to Sirius, but sixteen year old Severus could only blame his heart as he nuzzled Sirius' chest and murmured;

"I love you."

Draco stared uncomprehendingly at his headmaster.

"You want me to do what?" He asked, his voice becoming nearly shrill in his shock. All the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes had hardened to ice as he looked at the youngest Malfoy sternly. He folded his hands in front of him, leaning back in his chair.

"This is a time of war, Mr. Malfoy, and I was under the impression that your family was allying themselves with the Order." Draco tried to swallow with his dry throat, but found it impossible. How on earth was he supposed to get out of this? If it were Severus, he would know exactly what to do. But he was Draco, and he was only sixteen.

But sixteen was old enough to know which side of a war was least likely to get you killed. And at the moment, Dumbledore's side didn't look too promising. He also didn't want to come out and say he was on the Dark Lord's side and would take his chances without trying to kill Lord Voldemort's mate, thanks very much.

"That's correct, sir." He said, schooling his face as Malfoys were best at. Dumbledore leaned forward, and all facades of cheer and good-naturedness vanished.

"Then I expect that you will try your best, Mr. Malfoy." He said.

Harry was laughing. He was laughing so hard, he was running out of breath. Tom looked on at his mate in silent amusement, perching his chin on his fist as he watched him from his chair in the library. Oh, his mate really was stunning when he was laughing at someone else's expense.

Draco stood awkwardly between them, looking at Harry as if he might have gone slightly mad. Tom considered this. Tom himself was sometimes viewed as not completely sane, maybe they shared that now? In any case, Harry was laughing for a good reason. If Tom were the sort to laugh, he would join him.

"He…told you…to kill me! Oh Merlin, that's rich." Draco sneered slightly, and would have commented about how he might have a good chance at offing him, if it weren't for the very possessive, very protective scarlet eyes burning holes in his back.

Harry seemed to calm himself, though mirth was still in his eyes.

"As amusing as that thought is, it's rather annoying that Dumbledore is planning your demise. I imagine he is trying to get to me through you. And just as I suspected, he is underestimating the legitimacy of our bond." Harry sobered, meeting his mate's eyes across the room.

"You mean he thinks it's fake?" He stated. Tom nodded once in assent, crossing his legs casually.

"Naturally. I've led him to believe that I am incapable of emotion and so he assumes I have created a false bond to convince you that I am in love with you to keep you on my side." Draco, personally, was mulling over the fact that his Lord was saying he did have emotions. Was he implying that he was truly in love with Harry Potter? He thought about this for a moment and fought off a shudder of disgust, imagining the Dark Lord being affectionate. Lustful, sure. Possessive, definitely. Loving…ugh.

"I'm wont to be offended that he thinks I would fall for that." Harry commented. Tom shrugged.

"It certainly gives us an advantage. He underestimates our strength, and so his attempts will be feeble." His eyes drifted toward Draco meaningfully. Harry's lips cracked into a smile at his subtle jibe.

"Fuck!" Sirius hurled a vase at the wall, ignoring the shrieking that emitted from Walburga's portrait. He pulled at his hair in frustration, as if pulling his hair out would pull the memories of Severus with it. It was useless of course. What they had had was…

It didn't matter though. Because it never could have worked. They were from different worlds to begin with. Even if Severus hadn't become a Death Eater, it wouldn't have worked…right? And even if they hadn't broken up, Severus was just Dark. He would've joined Voldemort anyway. Severus was a Dark wizard and it was for the better that they had parted before Sirius got hurt.

But the Darkness calls you too…Dark doesn't equal evil, it equals power, Sirius. Your family knew that. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. You always fought it but it called to you. It still does, just like Severus calls to you. What do you have to fight against anymore? What is holding you back from what you want most? A senile man and a promise of a world that has never worked, and never will? The further denial of who you are? The oppression of wizardkind? A life without the only man that ever made you feel alive?

What they had had was…all he had ever wanted.

Harry found himself rather nervous as he entered Tom's room. He wasn't sure why, but maybe it was because his entire body was on high alert by simply being in the same room as Tom. And now that they were alone, they no longer had to fight the intense desire to be near to each other.

Harry gasped as Tom's arms wrapped blessedly around him. He pressed his forehead into Tom's chest, breathing in the intoxicating smell of him and soaking in his heat. Tom seemed just as affected, burying his nose in Harry's unruly hair and gripping him close.

"Will it always be like this?" Harry breathed, smoothing his hands over his mate's lean back. Tom hummed, starting a burning trail of kisses at Harry's temple and then down to his neck. He spoke into Harry's ear, his deep voice stirring primal need in the pit of Harry's stomach. He shivered as his hot breath rushed over his skin, leaning helplessly into his strong embrace.

-Will it always feel like there's a hundred miles between us when it is really only ten feet? Will your heart always catch on fire at the sight, the smell, the feeling of me? Will you always have this crushing desire to be closer, to kiss deeper? Will you always feel my eyes on you and nearly come? Will you always long to be mine, in every way? For me to possess you and dominate you completely? For me to fuck you so thoroughly that there is no question, no inkling of doubt in your mind, of whom you belong to?-

Harry came undone, his mate's words plucking and pulling at the strings of his control until he crumbled. He sealed himself against Tom's body, hands clutching in the material of his shirt as he panted, his body aching and throbbing already.

-Yes…yes. Please.- He moaned, sucking and kissing at the flesh of his mate's neck, his hands pulling at the fabric of his shirt until it ripped open.

Tom growled, his hand grabbing at Harry's hair and yanking back to access his mouth. Harry cried out, opening his mouth to Tom's demanding tongue. In less than thirty seconds his shirt was on the floor and his trousers pushed down around his knees. Tom curled his fingers around Harry's cock, stroking firmly until the younger man was nearly weeping.

Harry held on to Tom, his knees weak from the onslaught of pleasure. He was crying out and yelling incoherently, his mind hazy. He barely noticed that Tom had picked him up and was tossing him onto the bed.

He bounced softly, peering up into the face of his mate. His red eyes were so dark they looked almost black, he had an almost frightening expression on his face, but it only served to harden Harry's cock even more. Tom snatched his trousers away, and then undressed.

Harry was starkly reminded of their mating, how Tom had deliberately bared his body to Harry in the firelight. Tom was not so patient tonight, but his body was just as magnificent. Pure strength and power rippled under his skin as he stalked toward Harry.

-On your knees.- He snapped. Harry shuddered in delight, doing as he was told. He felt a gentle hand on his ass, wildly inconsistent with Tom's mood tonight. Until it left and came back down in a stinging slap. Harry let out a strangled moan, his cock twitching. Tom's tongue laved over the burning flesh and the younger man relaxed slightly until another slap landed on the other cheek. Harry was dripping now, shaking with his arousal.

"T-Tom!" He managed, panting into the crook of his elbow. Both hands soothed over his ass, and then they were pulling him open and a hot tongue slipped its way inside him. It was like fire was being poured down his spine. His back arched and he was coming, trembling so hard his hands slipped and his face hit the bed.

Tom was relentless, working his tongue in and out of Harry and cupping his balls in his hand until, amazingly, Harry's cock responded. The younger man gasped in near pain as he hardened, bucking desperately back toward Tom's face. All too soon he was being flipped over and his legs were yanked into the air.

Tom tugged him so his hips hung off the side of the bed. With one hand in the crook of each of Harry's knees, Tom drove deep into his mate. Harry's head and hands went flying back at once, grabbing at the sheets for dear life.

Tom set a punishing pace, angling until Harry had tears streaming down his face.

-Say it Harry.- Tom hissed.

-I love you!-

-Whom do you belong to?-

-You! Only you.- Tom tensed, leaning heavily against Harry as he came. The feeling of hot come inside of him sent Harry over the edge once more. It took a long moment before either of them moved. Tom moved first, his lips caressing Harry's calf tenderly, a great contrast to their love making.

They moved lazily to the center of the bed, collapsing in each other's arms. Tom brushed affectionate kisses along the planes of Harry's face, and Harry couldn't help but feel that belonging to Tom Riddle was the most complete freedom.

A/N: Oookay, then. Looks like you get two raunchy scenes. This is what happens when I let my fingers move without thinking about it.
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