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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.

"Speech."

-Parseltongue.-

No one was expecting the Dark lord to do what he did next. Least of all Dumbledore, who had had his own theories about how Voldemort would take the ministry. He had been expecting quiet infiltration, subtle imperius, a covert operation.

And so when Tom Riddle murdered the Minister of Magic and declared himself the Minister, everyone was shocked. So shocked, and frightened, that it had worked. The ministry was overtaken in less than five hours. Employees were given a choice, join Voldemort, or die. And with the grace that only Tom Riddle possessed, the ministry fell, and crumbled right under Dumbledore's nose.

And the surprises hadn't ended there. Not only had Tom strolled into the ministry and taken over, but he was charming, and he was handsome, and he had Harry Potter at his side. The public took to his honey like bees. After all, he spoke so well, and he was rather convincing. Dumbledore was getting old, right? Maybe it was time for a new approach to Wizarding life. It would be awfully nice not to have to hide from muggles. Who decided that they got to be in charge anyway, when wizards were so powerful?

It was like taking candy from a child.

Harry was laughing again, lounging back gleefully in the Minister's chair. He grinned joyously at Tom, who was watching him with an amused smile on his face.

"You should have seen their faces. That was brilliant, how you just walked right in. Oh, Tom. I think I might have fallen in love with you all over again." Tom's eyes darkened pleasantly as he walked over to hover over Harry. The younger boy gazed up at him, love and awe in his eyes as Tom's finger hooked under his chin.

He swooped down to capture his lips, groaning in appreciation as Harry whimpered softly.

"You were excellent, Harry. You are stunning when you fight, and having you stand at my side when the ministry fell…the feeling was indescribable. I feel indestructible with you at my side. We make a formidable pair, love." -Could you tell how they were breathless at the sight of us?-

Harry nodded, feeling breathless himself with the way Tom was talking. It was intoxicating, the way this man spoke, the way he looked at him. His excitement was soaking into Harry, setting a fire alight in his chest that spread through his whole body.

-You're magnificent, Tom. - He breathed, his eyes half closed with the pleasure of the power flowing openly through their bond. That power washed over him teasingly, and then it started to concentrate over his erection. Tom's eyes flickered wickedly and the power wrapped around him and stroked upward firmly. Harry felt drunk with the feeling of Tom's magic, seeping into his bones and making him ache in the best way.

Harry gasped loudly, a strangled moan escaping him as his head flew back against the leather chair.

-T-Tom! - He cried in shock, his eyes flying open to stare at him in disbelief. Tom only smirked.

-I think it's time we broke in the Minister's desk, Harry. - He hissed slyly. Harry agreed with a moan, reaching up to wrap his arms around Tom's neck and kiss him fiercely. Tom pulled him up from the chair, spinning him around so his back hit the edge of the large desk.

Tom's hands wrapped around Harry's arse, squeezing delightfully as he lifted his younger lover onto the desk. Harry caught Tom's waist with his knees, pulling him flush against his body. He arched forward, able to feel Tom's answering arousal.

They came together like pieces of a puzzle, their erections straining as they rubbed through their trousers. Their clothes fell to the floor like water, leaving them bare and so deliciously close. Tom ran his hands over Harry's skin reverently, pinching his rosy nipples between his fingers until Harry cried out and gripped Tom's firm arse, arching against his cock until it nestled between his legs.

The younger man whimpered as the head of Tom's erection pressed against him, slickening the way with pre-come. Tom let himself slide along Harry teasingly, smiling into his sweaty neck when he whined impatiently and rolled his hips forward.

He slipped in half way and paused, groaning at the effort it took not to slam inside his willing lover. Instead, he thrust shallowly, teasing the outer ring of muscle and reaching down to cup Harry's balls gently.

He massaged them slowly in time with his shallow thrusts, delighting in how Harry jerked and shuddered. The younger man tried in vain to buck against him, but Tom held him still with one hand on his hip. Harry growled in frustration.

-Tom! Please, you're killing me! - He hissed. Tom hummed softly, tilting his head to the side playfully.

-Tom? Who is this "Tom" you speak of? - Harry gaped at him, groaning as he gritted out, -Ugh, please, My Lord!-

-Tut, tut. Still not right, dear Harry. I've waited so long for this title, after all.- Harry rolled his eyes when it sunk in what Tom meant. If he wasn't so desperate to have Tom fuck him he would never do this, but alas…

-Please, Minister! - Tom smiled in triumph, finally slamming into his lover. Harry yelled, clutching Tom close and locking his legs around him to prevent him from pulling away and teasing him again. Tom didn't disappoint him, he set a quick but deep rhythm, rolling his hips just so and hitting all the spots that made Harry's blood sing.

A heady rush of emotion was flowing through their bond. Excitement, pleasure, victory, love, and pure, undiluted, raw power.

-Harry, my beautiful, perfect, mate. You have given me everything. - Tom breathed, his hot breath on his ear sending Harry over the edge. Tom's arms held him tightly, possessively as he came, those long fingers smoothing over his hair and back as he followed, his grip tightening around his lover.

They relaxed against each other, sated and giddy with the power that they shared. Harry pressed a warm kiss to Tom's shoulder, sighing contentedly as Tom's hand cradled his head against his chest. He felt so cherished, to be held like this.

-I never once thought it would be like this. - Tom said quietly and there was something in voice that made Harry listen very closely.

-When I took you that night, as a baby. I knew we would one day be bonded, but this…- He trailed off in wonder and to Harry's surprise, he sounded almost close to tears.

-This perfection. This feeling of being complete, of having someone care so deeply about you. It is something I have never experienced. I have always been feared, avoided, looked at with contempt and mistrust. No one has ever been able to handle me for who I truly am. Except for you, you marvelous boy. You have seen me at my very worst, and yet you look at me as if I am the only thing in your world. To feel that utter devotion from you, that pure love…I…- Harry pulled back to look into Tom's eyes. They were strangely watery, and he looked frightened, two things he had never seen on Tom's face. Harry placed his hands on Tom's face gently, brushing his thumbs over the slightly stubbled skin.

-Shh, Tom. You don't have to do this for me. - He had never expressed his emotions to him before, and Harry could tell it was painful for him.

-I want to! - The desperation with which this was said shocked Harry into silence. Tom's hands gripped his shoulders tightly and Harry gasped as he felt his lover hardening inside him again. This was accompanied by a strong wave of possession, desire and love so pure it knocked the breath out of Harry.

Tom surged forward, thrusting deep inside his mate.

-You have no idea, Harry! How you make me feel! - Harry cried out, holding Tom as close as he could. He pressed his face against the side of Tom's.

-Tell me…- Tom moaned deeply, tangling his hand in Harry's hair and tugging his head back until their eyes met. He drove forward harder.

-I love you Harry. So much it scares me. So much that I can't help but try to possess every single inch of your body, every single recess of your heart, of your devotion, of your attention. I crave to have them all to myself because every single atom of my existence belongs to you.-

-Tom! I am yours, all yours. - Harry moaned, shivering under his mate's gaze.

-Marry me. In front of everyone. Tell every single person that you are mine. - Harry came violently, his finger nails biting deep into Tom's back as he screamed.

-Yes! Yes, Oh Tom, yes…- Tom bit down on Harry's neck as he came, lapping at the slight flow of blood. Harry held him close, whimpering and trembling, tears streaming down his face. He pulled Tom's lips to his feverishly.

-Thank you, thank you, thank you.- Tom rattled, kissing him joyously.

-No, thank you, Tom.-

Sirius had no idea what he was doing. This was so wrong. So why did it feel like what he was meant to do from the very beginning? Right feeling or not, though, he was anxious about the fact that he was standing outside Spinner's end. Severus might have sought him out, but that didn't mean he wouldn't hex his balls off for coming to his home.

It didn't matter though, Sirius told himself. Severus had been right, as usual. They were going to lose and the meager loyalty he had drudged up for the Order was no match to the intoxicating pull of the Dark. He could feel it singing in him, triumphant in its victory over his allegiance. Stronger than that even was the pull of Severus.

Severus had always had a power over him, a sweet, seductive, poisonous tug and pull. He was in no position to resist it now. Sirius let himself go, he let the shadow take over and it had led him here, right to Severus' door.

When the door opened there was a sort of recognition in Severus' eyes. He appraised the length of his body slowly, resting intently on his eyes. Sirius met them without hesitation and then he was shoving Severus into the house and kicking the door shut behind them. Severus pinned him to the door as it shut, grabbing his wrists and jerking them up above his head.

Sirius arched toward him, showing submission to Severus' dominating demeanor. He felt Severus' pleasure roll over him and moaned softly. The other man's eyes darkened and then Sirius' lips were taken in a brutal kiss.

This was nothing like their days at Hogwarts. Severus was dark and brooding and rough, where he had been soft and accepting before.

Sirius loved every moment, feeling for the first time that he was truly himself.

"I want a report, Draco." Albus Dumbledore was in a downright sour mood today. After all, Voldemort had just snatched the ministry up like pulling a rug from under Dumbledore's feet. He held Draco captive under his gaze, not a twinkle to be found. Draco shifted nervously, unnerved by this aggressive side of Dumbledore.

"The Dark Lord keeps him well guarded. He seems to…fancy him a bit." He said uncertainly. He needed to convince Dumbledore this was a lost cause without giving away that the Dark Lord and Potter really did have a true bond. He didn't want to give away their advantage. Dumbledore hummed dismissively.

"Just protective of his belongings, that's all." He commented. Draco couldn't help but agree, though Dumbledore was sorely underestimating the extent of his Lord's…"protectiveness".

"You will just have to try harder. You cannot let me down, Draco." Dumbledore said sternly. Draco nodded, turning to leave the headmaster's office.

"Draco." He stilled, his hand on the door.

"I think you will find your family in a very bad position if you fail." Dumbledore said, the threat clear. Draco tried very hard not to slam the door on the way out.
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