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:_:
Years under Snape's reign of terror still weren't enough to prepare him for the whiplash he received each and every time, no matter what he did, he could never fully decipher the man and his actions.
Snape as usually had shown him no mercy as Harry came to a halt, red-faced and panting in front of him.
It wasn't even his fault that he was late. It was all Riddle and well Riddle. Both of them. After----that day. Harry just couldn't face them. He just couldn't.
He was actively avoiding them and for some reason he had so many close calls where he hadn't had any for years. Seven hells, he spent four years without even getting a glimpse of any of them and now, as if some kind of magical barrier had been broken, he just could not avoid them.
More than once did Harry have to wait outside until they entered the building and the air was clear once again. He started taking the stairs, which, considering the height of the building was hell. He at least wasn't missing any more leg days.
He had too many close calls in lifts and it was not a risk he was willing to take.
That, of course, was not something he could confide with Snape, as amusing as the thought was, the head of the department would not appreciate this discovery.
If anything he had taken pleasure in his misery. The heavy workload he pushed onto him had at least one positive outcome, it kept him and his mind busy, and it stopped his mind from fraying in the wrong direction. It even stopped Bellatrix from approaching him. He had spotted a glimpse of her, once or twice but before he anticipated it had she left again.
She must've taken pity on him, or it had to be Snape's doing. Whatever it was, he was grateful for it.
"Why the hurry?" Neville asked as he finally caught up with him. Harry was tensely standing in front of the vending machine, his eyes glued on the pack of m&m's that was slowly moving towards him.
"Come to papa" he muttered and slightly rutted against the glass as it seemed stuck. " I just have a lot to do--Snapes's been riding my back and I just am not looking forward to the overtime I'll have to work"
Neville leaned against the wall, "Snape's been harder on you than usually--- I fear for the moment he turns his attention back on me--"
Harry glanced over his shoulder, this hallways, was one of the main hallways that lead towards the cafeteria--- it would be crowded soon enough and the chance to come across them, would increase.
"Enjoy these days while you still can--- if my dinner is getting stuck I'll start a fucking riot" and then a long moment later, did his dinner, a small and overpriced pack of m&m's fall down.
Harry let out a joyous sound and hurried down the hall, waving his pack at Neville who proceeded his way down towards the cafeteria.
It was pouring by the time he got to leave the building, the bus was already gone and Harry had spent his last ten pounds on the vending machine, buying the overpriced energy drinks to keep himself going. Snape be damned.
It was going to be a long march home.
He was drenched the second he stepped a foot out, a long dragged out sigh left his lips as he began to walk, the cold immediately seeping into his bones.
He gave up on wearing his glasses instantly as they immediately turned wet and started sliding down his nose, once he securely placed them in his pockets did he continue in his path.
A dozen of cars rushed past him in the busy street, Harry had to actively avoid them as they drove through puddles, splashing the water everywhere. Not that it did much of a difference, his clothes clung already to his skin. His socks were wet and he was miserable. He looked like a wet dog, even worse, he felt like one.
A sudden grip on his shoulder startled him, his fist met flesh instantly as he twirled to face the stranger, ready to defend himself. Adrenalin pumping through his veins, Harry was ready to strike again.
He froze instantly as he recognized Barty crouch jr, whose face was screwed up in pain. The left side of his face had turned a shade of red. Harry's heart sank as he rushed to apologize immediately.
"i'm so sorry---fuck--sorry-- i didn't mean to--"
There was a new gleam in Barty's eyes as their gazes met again. A smile on his lips as he laughed his punch off.
"Don't worry about it love, come"
Barty gestured with his head towards the luxurious black car, that had stopped next to them, the driver seat empty and open, Barty must've just rushed out.
"It's fine--- really i'll walk--- "
The door to the backseats opened, Harry turned back to Barty in confusion, " Get in--- boss wants to give you a ride home, you must be mental to walk home during this storm"
He was about to politely decline once again when a deafening thunder exploded around them and Harry found himself rushing into the car. Barty closed the door behind him and Harry found himself closing his eyes in bliss as the warmth of the car surrounded him.
"Thank you so much -- I--" He turned to face the man that sat next to him, his words dying in his throat as he came face to face with Tom Riddle sr.
Boss.
That boss.
Gods.
"Sir---" Harry's eyes widened and he dropped his gaze as a sudden flush crept up his face. His heart was hammering in his chest, he bit his lip. The same lips that had--- no--no.
Harry shook his head, desperately shaking these thoughts away. After a few dragged-out moments Harry dared to peek back at him to notice that he was still staring at him intently, his peppered hair, neatly in its place, legs slightly parted as he sat in his three-piece suit that sat snugly around his form.
"You're welcome" his dark voice made a shiver run down his spine that had absolutely nothing to do with the cold that clung to him.
They were sitting so close, their knees were almost touching, why had he seated himself so close to him, there was plenty of space left in the car, should he move away, would that offend him or --- Barty's voice dragged him out of his inner turmoil.
"Where do we drop you off---?"
He gave him his address and quickly added another apology.
" I'm sorry--- really, I didn't mean to hurt you-- you just surprised me"
Barty's soft laughter reached him, "You have a mean left hook I'll give you that." And that seemed to be it. Still, the guilt lingered in him.
He wrapped his arms around his body, rubbing his arms desperately to bring some much-needed life back into them, next to him he noticed Riddle stirring, not that Harry was looking at him, he wasn't.
Riddle pulled off his jacket, the muscles of his arms and back got more pronounced for just a moment and Harry began to wonder what they would look like with nothing separating them from his sight.
His head snapped up to him as he felt him put his jacket around his shoulders, his eyes widened, it was still warm and smelled after the men, not that Harry knew what he smelled like. Actually no, now he knew.
"Wouldn't want you to become sick, would I now?"
"Thank you sir" Harry replied softly as he sank into the warmth the jacket offered, his breath caught his chest as Riddle reached a hand out to him and gently swiped away the strands of hair that clung to his face. And all of a sudden he felt like he was burning, the pit in his stomach growing hot and Riddle hadn't even done anything, he had been nothing but a proper gentleman.
As they rounded the familiar corner Harry stirred and moved to remove the jacket when Riddle stopped him from doing so, his hand grasping his to stop him in his movements.
The touch burned, and Harry wanted to never let go.
"Keep it"
The protest on his lips died down as he saw his stern expression and he nodded, "Thank you, sir--- really-- and---" Harry's words died in his throat.
Riddle turned towards him, his brows slightly risen but Harry couldn't get himself to get these words out. Maybe pretending that, that day never happened. Would be for the best.
Harry hurried out of the car and shut the door close, he watched them drive off into the distance and take a turn at the end of the street, only once the car was out of his view did he dare to move.
His fingers were trembling as he reached for his keys and opened his door. Riddle's jacket felt like a dress on him. Harry was drowning in it. Once inside, did Harry lean against the door and shut his eyes?
This---was not good.
:_:
Harry had the jacket neatly folded in a bag, it still smelled after Riddle's sr, not that Harry had smelled it again. It was just something he had noticed.
This time his plan of action was to wait until everyone had left, Tom included. He would not want a repeat of what had happened the last time.
He couldn't believe that there had even been the last time and now the same thing happened to him, with his father. Harry furrowed his head in his hands and let out a groan before he pulled himself back together.
He was sitting on the staircase, had been for the past forty minutes, a chill had settled in his bones as he waited for everyone to leave for the day.
Occasionally he heard the door's open but he came across no one as he waited. The walls were blank, a boring shade of grey, 12 steps on each etage. With no phone connection and a lot of time to kill Harry had to find other means to keep himself from growing too bored.
Once Barty crouch jr left, Harry could be assured that Tom would be gone as well. He had no reason to assume that Riddle sr, would be around today and if he was, he had probably already left. He rarely stayed this late. Hell, most of the time he did not even come in. At least that's what Harry heard.
Harry peeked his head through the door and strained his ears but all he heard was silence. Most of the lights were already dimmed and he emerged into the hallway that lead towards the offices and most importantly Riddle's office.
He came across no one, Bellatrix's desk was vacated and everything that stopped him from reaching his destination was one door. Harry hesitated. He held his ear against the door but heard nothing once again. He reached for the doorknob but the door would not bulge.
It was locked.
Fuck.
Of course, it was. What had he expected?
His whole afternoon waiting, had been for nothing. What a waste of time. He should've just given the bag to Barty but then again if someone were to see them, it would open questions Harry did not want to answer.
"There goes that idea---" With everyone gone, he allowed himself the luxury of using the lift. How he had missed it.
He reached the main lobby and had been about to step out of the elevator when he spotted a familiar figure advancing towards him.
Harry cursed. That fucking workaholic.
He staggered back into the lift and desperately pushed all the buttons, everything to get it to close. Time seemed to slow down. The door shut close. Harry let out a sigh of relief only to have it turn into a gasp as the door suddenly opened again.
No.
No.
He came face to face with a red-faced Tom. Did he run ?
Tom's eyes widened a fraction. Harry dropped his bag.
The doors of the lift closed as soon as Tom entered and Harry wanted to curse the treacherous machine. For every inch Tom advanced on him Harry took a step back until his back was pressed against the wall.
He felt like a deer trapped in the headlights. He averted his gaze. The floor was nice---very nice actually---must've been cleaned recently.
"You look like you've seen a ghost---"
And there goes his pretence down the drain.
"More like a demon" Harry muttered. Tom's lips quirked up, "What are you up to again--- what keeps you here this late--my darling" Tom dragged his words out and left them hanging in the air.
Harry kept silent. Tom knelt down to pick up his bag but by the time Harry pried it out of his hands it had been to late. He already saw the jacket and must've recognized it for what it was.
His eyes narrowed as if the jacket itself had just insulted him and then his damning gaze settled on him. Harry felt a spike of fear rush through him, his knees felt wobbly.
Tom leaned closer until they almost stood chest to chest, a hand reached to cup his cheek, the gesture gentle, soft even if it would've have been for that glare, he would have almost believed it. Harry trembled underneath his touch.
"Am I not enough?---are you truly that--- desperate."
Tom's grip tightened and his head got tilted back. Tom's breath ghosted alongside his face, his lips brushed against the shell of his ear.
"I don't like sharing what is mine---"
Harry shuddered and yet some, defiant but foolish part of him urged him to speak.
"Was--was I yours, to begin with?" His voice wavered.
Without a warning, Tom's lips crashed against his and he was pulled into a demanding kiss that left him aching for more. His hands grasped onto his shoulders desperately, like a drowning man, Harry needed more.
A knee pushed between his legs and rubbed against his growing erection, it was driving Harry mad, the friction made him moan and arch his back into Tom who pulled back and peered down at him.
He must've looked like a mess then, his lips parted, eyes fluttered close as he rutted towards him. He felt like a mess.
Tom pulled away just as the doors to the lift opened, Harry tried to reach for him but he was out of his reach before he could do so, his fingers grazed against his chest but it was to late. Tom had already stepped out, a vicious smirk on his lips.
A frustrated, needy, sound left his lips as the doors closed on him.
That bastard.
:_: TOM
His fists clenched and unclenched as Tom peered out of the window, the city was going as far as his eyes could see, the people all the way down at the street, resembled ants, cars were nothing but a colourful motion at the ground.
The doors opened and approaching steps informed Tom of the arrival of his father, Tom stayed rooted in his spot, even as he heard the shuffle of a seat.
"I suppose you have a good reason for calling me here---" Tom Riddle sr asked. Tom turned to face his father who sat in the seat like a king would on a throne, his fingers curled at the edge of the seat, his gaze narrowed down on him. Tom didn't back down. He reached for the Jacket and held it up in the air, his father eyed it for a moment before he turned his attention back on him.
His brows rose, in a silent ' so what'.
It irritated him to no end.
"You should know best that I don't share" Tom braced his arms on top of the table and leaned towards him.
"The boy seems willing enough"
A humourless laugh escaped his lips, " we both know why you do this---"
"Then there is nothing more to say---is there Tom?" His father rose from his seat, he took a step towards him and rested a hand on his shoulder. Tom glared at him. " The next time you think about summoning me like a lowly employee---you best remember that I can take what I have given you instantly"
" I won't share Father"
"That is not up to you to decide--- I'm sure you'll find someone else to satisfy your needs"
"Why hand over something that works so well for me--- besides he has his charm"
"He does and it surely has nothing to do with his big eyes that tear up so beautifully and plumb lips that so eagerly take --- he's bold I'll give him that"
Tom's eyes narrowed once again and he felt anger spike inside of him, a burning fury that did nothing to lessen the cool facade of his father.
"Father---"
"I shared my fortune with you--- my everything---surely you won't draw the line here" Not that it would ever stop him. Tom knew his father well enough to know what games he was playing.
"He is off limits to anyone" Especially to you
" A bit too late for that don't you think?, we crossed that line a while ago " Like a wild animal that tasted blood, his father wouldn't relent.
:_: HARRY
Harry stared at the coffee machine as if it had personally just insulted him. It had. It truly had. As if his day hadn't been worse enough already.
"A tragedy" Harry jumped out of his skin and turned to face Barty who offered him a grin.
"I just had a minor heart attack" Harry hadn't even heard him approach.
"I'm quite skilled at CPR, should you ever need it"
Harry laughed, "I'll try to remember it-- it's not working by the way-- it worked for everyone else but when it was my turn it decided to die on me" Harry pushed one of the buttons again but nothing again. He pushed away the urge to randomly push some buttons in hope that it would work.
"I was on my way to get some coffee anyways---you could always accompany me--"
Harry glanced at his watch and then to Barty who was staring at him hopefully, "Ehh---sure why not---i have some spare time before Snape is hounding me to death again"
They began to exit the building. "That bad?---"
"Who am I to complain surely being under To--Riddle's orders must be eternally worse"
"It has its demanding moments but he's fair and the pay is good enough"
Harry hummed. "How is your face doing by the way?"
"Still stings but don't worry your pretty head about it. I'll survive it"
"That's good to hear. Wouldn't want to get in trouble with HR. "
Barty let out a cackle, as they entered the parking area, "Come one---- the front seat is occupied give me a moment to clear it up"
"I'll sit in the back I don't mind. Really" Harry caught a glimps of a few boxes stacked in the front seat and went for the backdoor.
Barty hurried towards his side and opened him the door, a gentleman through and through. "Thank you"
It was the same black Mercedes he had seen him drive last week. "I didn't know your job included running errands"
It was a luxurious car, now that he was alone, he took his time to appreciate his surroundings. A darkened glass window separated the back area from the driver but that went down after a few moments.
"I do whatever Riddle wants me to do"
"Whatever?" Harry asked, with a grin on his lips.
"You'd be surprised" Barty offered with a loose smirk on his lips.
They drove past the familiar streets, "You know---" Barty started and glanced at him through the back view mirror, causing Harry to lift his brows, " doesn't matter ---" Barty shook his head lightly.
"Tell me--come on you can't just tease me like that and leave me hanging--" Barty shook his head. Harry kept pushing. "Please?-"
"It's nothing---silly even---how do you like your coffee," Barty asked as they neared the shop.
"Black"
Barty parked at the side of the street and Harry followed him inside the shop, it was bustling at this time of the day. They went in line.
"You didn't have to---" Barty shushed him and stepped infront of Harry to stop him from paying. Harry tried, still but Barty simply blocked him again. Harry huffed.
Barty handed him his coffee with a pleased smile on his lips. "Drink up dear--- " He was carrying three other cups back to the car.
"Thank you"
Barty reached for his phone while Harry continued sipping on his coffee, "I understand sir--- but----yes---should i ---no no it won't be needed" Barty turned to face him. " Do you mind if we take a short trip downtown ?"
"Why not---"
Barty opened him the backseat doors and Harry immediately settled in his seat. Barty entered moments later.
"I'll have to pick the boss up--i'm sure you met already--"
Harry hummed, the realisation of Barty's words only dawning later when the door opened once more. Harry turned and came face to face with Tom Riddle sr. Harry's head snapped back to Barty but the window separating them had been pulled up.
Fuck.
"Sir---" Harry greeted and shifted as Riddle sr, seated himself next to him. All these empty places and he choose the one closest to him. It was the closest to Riddle as he entered. It had to mean absolutely nothing.
It meant nothing.
"What a pleasant surprise---"
More like a curse. Riddle was dressed in a dark blue three-piece suit, Harry let his eyes linger for a moment before he averted his gaze quickly.
He hoped Barty would hurry the fuck up.
He should have never entered the car. This was a mistake, he should--- a hand on his thigh. Harry twitched. A furious blush spread on his face. His thigh tensed, but the hand did not shift.
Any moment now would Riddle shift his hand and Harry would be able to breathe but a moment passed and then another. Nothing happened. Surely the man must be aware of it. He had to.
Why didn't he do anything? Why--Why--
Should he say something? Draw attention to it?. His throat dried up. His tongue was tied. This felt too intimate.
He turned his gaze towards the window and the scenery they rushed past. The hand began to move, the lightest movement. Back and forth, forth and back.
Harry sat tensely, his eyes wide, his reflection stared back at him, urging him to say anything but he could not. Warmth coiled in his chest, the touch alone was to make him feel on edge.
His undoing was close. He was truly skewed.
Riddle soon enough began to caress his thigh, rising dangerously higher and higher, driving Harry further to the edge. "Sir--" Harry croaked. Riddle finally turned his head to meet his gaze, nothing on his face gave away a hint of what he was doing, no shift, no twitch as he continued caressing his thigh.
"Yes?" He drawled as his hand finally cupped his erection. Harry twitched and thrusted into his hand, his eyes blown wide, his lips bitten through.
Riddle's lips curled up, the slightest twitch of amusement. "You were saying?"
He began caressing his erection. It wasn't enough. It hadn't occurred him until now how much he desired this. He wanted this, he wanted and nothing was stopping him from giving in. Harry moaned and threw his head back. He wasn't saying anything anytime soon. He began thrusting into Riddle's touch, feverish with lust he could no longer hide.
"Sir---" Harry groaned as Riddle pulled his hand away. His own hands immediately reached for his desperate cock. Hands grasped his own and before he foresaw it was Harry splayed out in the backseat, his arms pinned above him. Riddle loomed above him, his hair falling down in strands, his gaze never leaving his. Harry trusted his hips up.
"Do you want this--"
Harry kept thrusting into the air, growing more frustrated with every passing second that he forgot to reply. The grip around his hands tightened, Riddle leaned down until his lips nipped at the shell of his ear. "I asked you a question"
Harry exhaled sharply, "Please..just--yes" Harry bucked his hips and strained against the hand that was pinning him down. "Please"
"Please what?"
"Please Fuck me" He was too far gone to care. Swift and talented fingers quickly freed him from his trousers and Boxershorts. Harry kicked them away in a hurry as a furious blush spread across his face. Riddle took his time as he let his gaze wander, his fingers trailed down his body, it left a burning trail of desire in their wake.
"Sir---" Harry urged.
"Are you that eager for my cock?" Riddle was still letting his gaze wander. Harry let his head drop in a huff. The car took a turn. Harry shifted.
"I can see what Tom meant---why he is unwilling to share" He let his hand trail across his thigh, straying closer and closer towards his erection but never actually touching it. It drove Harry mad.
"Plea---" Riddle pushed his thumb against his lips, he dragged his lip down. Harry parted his lips further as Riddle nudged his finger into his mouth.
"You know what to do darling" Riddle added another finger soon later. His other hand finally went for his cock. Harry let out a muffled moan. Riddle's thumb brushed against the tip of his cock, smearing the first drops of precum that had started leaking. Harry began to thrust into his touch but before he could get any satisfaction from it did Riddle remove his hand. Leaving Harry desperate and panting.
He removed his fingers from his mouth and shifted, Harry parted his legs further. Riddle met his gaze almost amused, his fingers teased his hole before he pushed in. Harry's eyes widened and Riddle drank every shift and twitch from him in.
Harry wanted the ground to swallow him. Harry wanted---another finger got added and Harry began to rock against him.
"Just---fuck me already" He had been teased enough. Riddle twisted his fingers. Harry threw his head back. "Fuck you--" He hissed.
The sound of a fly coming undone was louder than a gunshot. Harry's eyes snapped open just in a moment to see Riddle realign himself. He pulled one of Harry's legs up and rested them on his shoulder. The warmth of his breath ghosted along his skin, he placed a soft kiss on his thigh and then bit him. Harry twitched, a hitched breath escaping him.
Riddle did not relent until a mark had been successfully left behind. Their gazes met, Harry red-faced and panting and Riddle, who started to look affected.
He entered slowly and without a warning. It was torture. Harry felt every shift, every clench and throb. It was driving him mad. He clenched his eyes shut.
Riddle was not interested in fucking him in an uncontrollable manner, so unlike his son, who did not waste any time.
His eyes snapped open once Riddle had filled him fully and Harry felt like he was bursting. " Please---" Harry wasn't even sure what he was asking for. Anything at this point.
Riddle began to move. Harry let out a sound between a gasp and a moan. He was filled in a way that was both agony and pleasure at once.
"Is this what you want?" Riddle asked between pants. His face was flushed. Harry wanted nothing more than to run his hands through his hair and pull him closer until their lips met in a wet and sloppy kiss.
He pulled out of Harry and slammed into him. Hard, leaving him breathless.
Could Barty hear them---should he care at this point?. Riddle pulled out and shifted their positions until Harry sat on his lap, deeply rooted on his cock.
His back was leaned against his chest, his head resting on his shoulders. Riddle's warm breath was ghosting against his cheeks, soon later his lips found Harry's and he was dragged into a toe-curling kiss.
All the while Riddle kept himself deeply rooted inside of him. Harry tried to shift, to move, anything but this agony. He was giving him time to fully appreciate where excatly he was. A grip around his hips kept him steady in place. His groans were eagerly greeted by Riddle's lips.
"Sir--please"
His breath was stolen from him by the next intrusion.
The car came to a halt at one point but Harry was to far gone to realize. His fingers dug painfully into his skin, marking him.
Tom had marked him there too. It had faded but Harry knew them from the heart.
Riddle's thrusts grew faster, he was still thrusting as deep as he had before, leaving Harry no time to recover. His breath hitched with each thrust, his thighs ached, and his erection grew impossibly harder. Whenever he tried to reach for it did Riddle reach for his arms until Harry eventually just gave up.
"Please---Please--" He was so close.
His eyes opened and he came face to face with Tom, who was staring at them, with his eyes narrowed, lips almost drawn into a snarl but surely he was just imagining it, pupils dilated in lust.
When did he---
Riddle slammed into him, hard. "To-om" Harry groaned. Harry's gasps and hitched breaths grew louder as Riddle kept slamming into him. Over and over again, the pace was too quick, too demanding. Harry threw his head back. Tears ran down his face, and his lips were parted but no sound left them.
His breath hitched as Riddle slowed down. Tom wasn't looking at him anymore---he was staring at something behind him. Harry turned his head, and saw Riddle staring back defiantly, daringly even.
A hand on his cock, made him thrust towards it. Riddle groaned as Harry began to chase his own relief. The grip tightened and Harry moaned in a horribly throaty way as he came.
Riddle kept pushing into him until he too came, and filled Harry.
Harry's head collapsed on his shoulders as he finally lost all his strength. He was too far gone to even care enough to understand what was going on.
Riddle pulled out and Harry succumbed to the darkness.
He awoke to a hand stroking through his hair, he buried deeper into the warmth, his back ached uncomfortably, his arse throbbed in pain.
His eyes fluttered open and he realized with a sudden spike of dread that he was still in the car. He jerked up and came face to face with Tom. His Tom, the younger one.
He'd seen them. Oh god.
"Good you're awake--"
Was he angry? -Harry remembered the fury on his face but none showed at this moment.
"You kept me waiting long enough"
His brows furrowed and realisation only dawned on him when he heard Tom open his fly.
His head snapped up to meet his gaze.
"You must be kidding me"
"Do I look like I'm joking"
Harry was at a loss for words as he knelt in front of him. This was a hell of his own making.