Title:The Consequences of Gambling
Author: Iskjif
Beta:Sadly... I'm without one for now...
Pairings: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle (with Tom in loverly, sadistic, late-twenties form!)
Warnings: Come on guys, I write slash… It's what I do, why would this be any different? …If cross-dressing, strange kinkyness or BDSM squick you, do yourself a favor and avoid this fic, 'cause there's gonna be some of that later on. Also, watch out for occasional language. That Harry's got quite a mouth on him sometimes…

Summary: AU :HPTR: Harry has a gambling problem. In desperate need of a job, he applies for a position as a farmhand at a farm owned by a man named Tom Riddle. He's hired on sight and soon ends up as a semi-willing toy for the bored and sadistic farmer.

A/N:Okay, okay. I know I suck…. I can't begin to apologize for, what, like two years or so without an update? Yes. I definitely suck. Punishments are in order. Don't hold back, I can take it… and I'll even promise to try not to enjoy it too much… ahem haha… yeah… anyways!

For those who might have forgotten, in the last chappie: Harry met the strange and sexy Mr. Riddle and finally got a job! He got into the stranger's car and went off to God knows where. His mother would be so proud.

And without further adieu, the CHAPPIE!

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Light. Shining right in his eyes.

Harry flinched awake and immediately felt disoriented.

For some reason he was in a rather soft bed. He tried shaking his head hoping that it would wake up his brain, but this tactic failed miserably. The teen glanced around the room blearily.

It wasn't a very large room that he was in. There was just a little space around the edges of the bed he was laying in. The walls were off-white and blank of decoration. To one side of his bed, the wall had a small window with white curtains that were mostly shut. That was where the stabbing shaft of light had come from. Harry shook his fist at the offending drapes and then felt a little silly.

At the foot of his bed was a wardrobe, a rather nice one… Not dwelling on that, the dark-haired teen's attention then turned to the other side of the bed where there was a small empty bookcase and a door.

Harry sat up and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. The teen let his hands slide down his face until he was looking through parted fingers.

He was stuck in observation mode.

He sat there like that for a few minutes before his brain finally caught up with his body.

That job! He had gotten that job. He was in Riddle's farmhouse. He'd nearly been a zombie when they had reached the place the night before. The stress of the company and the monotony of the scenery had conspired to exhaust him. Riddle must have led him to this room then.

Harry rubbed his eyes, recalling how long and awkward the drive here with his new employer had been.

Of course the first thing Riddle had to have asked, when the teen had gotten into that nice car that he couldn't name, was if he needed to 'gather any belongings' from his 'home'. He'd felt like such a bum telling such an obviously successful person that what he had with him, pretty much just his clothes and the contents of his pockets, was all that he had.

The man had just given him a mild, sexy, condescending smile and started the car.

For the first couple hours, Riddle had engaged him with questions about his background and his life and even though the man was doing all the questioning, he still managed to seem bored. Like it was just a chore that he had to get out of the way.

Every time Harry had started to feel comfortable with the man, Riddle would say or do something that would leave the teen gaping. As if the fact that the man was sexier than sin wasn't enough, he also seemed to be rather odd.

Harry shook his head. The most uncomfortable part of the ride had been when his employer had tired of questioning him. The teen had had to resist the urge to start questioning Riddle at that point. Somehow he had had the feeling that any questions he would have asked would have been unwelcome.

So he had sat there, shifting uncomfortably, full of questions, watching Riddle's every move, while trying not to look like he was watching the dark-haired man and trying to look completely at ease for the remaining hours. Remembering to breathe at the right intervals had also proven difficult.

He would have never guessed that a long car ride could have been so exhausting.

Harry ruffled his fingers through his unruly hair. He had a feeling that he probably needed to go find Riddle and attempt some conversation.

He was also suddenly all but starving…

Decision made, The dark-haired teen rolled out of bed reluctantly, stretched and heard something crack in his back. He headed for the door and wondered idly where his shoes were.

The teen shuffled out of the room and into a hallway with a few doors and a staircase at the end. Before he felt led to investigate any of the rooms, his nose was assailed with the smell of breakfast. Harry just barely held himself back from taking the stairs at a dead run.

Once he hit the bottom of the stairs he let his nose lead him farther until he reached the kitchen.

His train of thought was quickly derailed at this point.

Riddle was sitting at the table drinking coffee. He wasn't just drinking it though; he seemed entirely focused, as if drinking that coffee was the only thing he had to do in the world. Somehow Harry found that strangely intense focus to be dreadfully sexy.

His mouth was dry as he watched the man bring the cup to his lips, watched him sip, watched him swallow thoughtfully. It wasn't that he was enjoying the coffee. It was almost as if he was so bored that he was desperately clinging to something, anything that he could find to do.

"Um… Do you know where my shoes are?" Harry winced. He wished that he had been a little less inane in his attempt to break the silence.

Riddle set his cup on the table, completely unfazed by the interruption.

"So you're awake now" the dark-haired man drawled. "I was wondering when you'd grace me with your presence."

Harry found himself blushing. "Heh, sorry, I guess I was really tired."

His employer regarded him with a raised eyebrow. He found himself looking away, feeling rather uncomfortable.

"Your shoes are by the door." Harry looked up in surprise. "I had you take them off last night. The yard is a mess of mud and I didn't want it getting tracked all the way up the stairs."

The teen blinked, "Oh…"

Riddle smirked crookedly. "You must have been tired if you didn't remember me snapping at you to take them off."

"Yeah… I was pretty much half dead last night" Harry grinned sheepishly.

The dark-haired man gave the teen a strange look and continued. "Your breakfast's on the counter if you're hungry…"

The instant the last word left Riddle's mouth, Harry was at the counter inhaling the food that had been left on a plate there. He ate so fast that he couldn't have said what the food was; it had just been a blur. The teen leaned back against the counter and realized that Riddle was looking at him with an extremely amused look on his face. He felt his face turn red yet again and coughed.

"Have anything to drink?"

Riddle continued to look amused. "On the counter."

Harry looked back to the counter and sure enough, there was a glass of orange juice. He picked it up slowly, determined to drink it in a civilized fashion. He met Riddle's eyes as he took his first drink. The teen rolled the juice around on his tongue, enjoying it as much as possible. But he was soon drawn back to watching Riddle watch him. The man was still deeply amused but there was also a certain intensity as well as a little bit of something else in his gaze. Having the man watch him so intently, even when he was doing something so mundane felt incredibly intimate.

The dark-haired teen felt himself flush again and quickly downed the rest of the juice in an attempt to hide it.

Riddle chuckled lightly and shifted so he was leaning back in his chair.

"So we have a few errands to run today…"

Harry blinked, brought out of his contemplation of the dark-haired man's sexiness. "Oh really? What kinds of errands?"

The man shifted again, stood up, picked up his mug, and headed for Harry.

"Well, I've got some business in town, a package to pick up, some papers to sign…" at this point Riddle was severely invading his personal space. Was he going to pin him against the counter?

"And," Harry's breath hitched as he had to look up at Riddle to continue watching him speak. He was so close, just another inch and the teen would be pinned between the hard surface he was leaned against and his sexy employer, "we have to get you fitted for your uniform."

Riddle reached behind him and - grabbed the teen's used plate and took a step back. The dark-haired teen knew that his mouth had to be hanging open, but he couldn't summon the brainpower to shut it yet.

The man grinned at Harry, clearly knowing what the teen had been expecting and his reaction to it. Riddle set his mug on the plate and grabbed the glass from Harry's numb fingers.

He set the dishes in the sink and started out of the kitchen. When he got to the doorway he turned back to Harry.

"Come boy, we should leave now."

The teen followed him to the door; still feeling a bit shocked, he slipped on his shoes. He then followed the man out to the car.

The yard was pretty muddy.

As the car started up and they started off, Harry decided that instead of watching Riddle, he'd just look out the window. That way he wouldn't have to pretend that he wasn't looking at the man. He also wouldn't have to work as hard to hide his growing embarrassment over what had just happened in the kitchen.

So he sat there brooding, not really watching the scenery until something Riddle had said finally registered.

Fitted for a uniform?

He finally turned to look at Riddle.

"I'm getting a uniform?"

That stunning smirk slid onto his employer's face. "Yes. One of our errands is getting you fitted for your uniform. I won't have you working on my farm in just anything."

"Oh…"A bit of uncomfortable silence followed, well at least it was uncomfortable to Harry. Riddle seemed perfectly cheerful.

"It really took you until now to realize what I said?" There was a darkly amused edge to the dark-haired man's voice.

"Well, it was a bit difficult to concentrate on what you were saying…" So whiney… Why did he have to sound so whiney?

Riddle spared the teen a glance and a slightly evil smirk that left him with a shiver crawling up his spine. The man was enjoying Harry's discomfort a little too much and the teen couldn't help finding it just as sexy as it was embarrassing.

Just when the dark-haired teen was feeling like he couldn't take it anymore, feeling so embarrassed and so turned-on, the car pulled into town and stopped at a shop.

Grateful for the distraction from his situation, Harry turned his attention to the little shop.

He immediately regretted it.

The place was garishly decorated with all sorts of pink and black fabrics, stars, hearts, spiders and bats. The sign read Pramnion Somnus.

Guck! He couldn't believe that a man like Tom Riddle would be caught dead in a place like this.

The dark-haired man must have seen the look on his face because he wrinkled his nose.

"Awful I know, but she's the only seamstress in 50 miles."

Harry nodded solemnly and followed Riddle in like one marching to his doom.

Inside, leaning against the wall behind a counter was a gorgeous woman with dark, heavy lidded eyes and long flowing dark hair. Her image would have been perfect if the ridiculous witch outfit she was wearing hadn't ruined it. She looked up with a bored expression until she saw who her customers were. Then a wide smile spread across her face.

"Thomas! I was hoping you'd be back soon!" the woman scurried around the counter and stood with her hands clasped in front of her.

Riddle smiled and replied gracefully, "Ah, Bella it has been too long…"

The woman, Bella, made a pleased sound and held out her hand. Riddle took it and kissed it as if with great pleasure. Harry stood and watched in mild, muted horror. And when she looked at his employer with lust clearly showing in her eyes, the teen felt something like anger cause his eyes to narrow.

The dark-haired man pulled away, making a great show of reluctance. "Bella, it pains me to say that I am here on business." It was at this point that the woman seemed to finally notice Harry.

"Oh!" she cooed, "Who is this lovely darling you've brought me?" She smiled, her slightly predatory look at odds with her overly sweet tone.

Harry suddenly felt very nervous.

"This is the boy that I hired to be my farmhand. He's here to be fitted for his uniform." The look Riddle gave her was sharp, as if giving her some sort of warning.

Bella clapped her hands. "How exciting! Well come on darling!" she was practically singing her baby talk at this point. "Fittings are done back here!"

She disappeared into a back room and Harry found that he was frozen with terror. He didn't like this woman at all. Riddle gave him a look and when the teen didn't respond, the man grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the back room.

Once inside, Harry had to fight a bit of claustrophobia that had nothing to do with the size of the little room. The woman was still giving him that awful predatory look that made him want to run. The teen felt himself move a little closer to his employer.

The woman was now looking him up and down in a way that made him feel exposed.

"Now, sweet-ums," she was still using that horrifying baby voice. "You're going to need to remove those awful jeans. I'll never be able to measure you properly with those on."

The teen felt the blood drain from his face and looked desperately at Riddle. The man merely regarded him with a raised eyebrow, as if saying, 'what's your problem?'

The woman giggled behind her hand, but the childish gesture seemed malicious.

"Are you too shy for a fitting dear?" The question sounded like some kind of accusation and he felt his pride rise up.

"Oh course not!" He growled.

"Oh?" was all she said with both eyebrows raised.

Feeling aggravated that she didn't believe him, he quickly unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, kicking them off his feet. But as he stood there under Bella's and now Riddle's gazes, he realized that she had tricked him. Somehow she'd known just the buttons to push.

"Come here now darling." This was said in a purr and he shuddered.

After a pointed look from his employer he went over to her.

She smiled widely, "I want you to hold your arms straight out to your sides and spread your legs, sweety." Something about her tone made him feel dirty. He looked over at Riddle with a pleading look but found no help. The man's gaze smoldered, but with what, the teen couldn't be sure.

So with a sinking feeling in his stomach, the dark-haired teen did as she said. She took out a piece of measuring tape and a clipboard, setting the clipboard on a box. It began innocently enough.

The woman measured around his chest, neck, and upper arms, and then she wrote it down. She measured the smallest part of his waist and his hips with his leg together and apart, then wrote those measurements down.

But that was when he started to get uncomfortable again.

She knelt in front of him, smoothing her measuring tape down his leg. Outwardly there wasn't much difference in the way the woman was measuring the length of his leg, but something about it seemed different, more perverse.

Next she measured around his upper thigh smoothing her finger all the way along the tape as if counting the lines. He eeped when he realized what she was doing and his gaze shot to Riddle. The objection he had been planning to voice left him when he took in the expression on the man's face. He was watching what she was doing with startling intensity, his attention focused on the line Bella was following.

Harry shivered. Was that intensity for Bella or himself?

The woman slid the tape off his leg.

"All done baby-doll!" still sickly sweet.

The teen heaved a sigh and snatched up his pants, quickly slipping them back on. He hugged himself feeling rather violated.

"Now Thomas, I can have your boy's uniforms for you in couple days." She shrugged and added, "I'll have one of the girls work on it."

The man's eyes narrowed. "Bellatrix, you can have it finished tomorrow afternoon, and you know it."

She sighed, "Oh Thomas, you're no fun anymore… Where's your lovely sense of humor?" she paused dramatically.

"Alright, I'll have them tomorrow."

Riddle smiled. "Good. I look forward to seeing the final design."

The woman had started digging through boxes and waved her hand. "Yes, yes. I have to work."

"Of course Bella." The teen was mildly bothered by the affection with which Riddle said this, but before he could react the man had left the room. Harry, not wanting to be left alone with the psychotic woman, scurried after him.

When they reached the car, the teen was feeling a little shocked that Riddle had yet to comment on what had gone on in the woman's back room. Had that look been for Bellatrix then? Was that why his employer didn't seem to care how violated Harry felt?

The teen threw himself in the passenger seat with a huff. He felt mildly hurt over Riddle's lack of caring but he also felt some of the anger from earlier.

Was it jealousy? He'd never been all that jealous of a person, but then he'd never been so attracted to a person either…

It had to be jealousy. It made him angrier just thinking about the way those two had interacted. Bella this, Bella that. Thomas this, Thomas that. All Riddle ever called him was 'boy'. That was so demeaning compared to 'Bella'.

Harry was interrupted from his angry brooding as the car came to a sudden stop. They had come to another building. The teen looked to his employer a frown still in place.

Riddle was smirking at him in a mildly patronizing fashion.

"Are you coming inside?" The question oozed with amusement and condescension. But Harry was too angry to think it was sexy.

At least that's what he kept telling himself.

Harry finally broke the mild stare-down he was having with Riddle.

"No." He managed sullenly.

The man shrugged and slid out of the car gracefully. "Suit yourself." And with that he just walked off towards the entrance of what was apparently the post office.

The dark-haired teen shifted grumpily. Riddle could have at least pretended that he cared what Harry did. It rubbed him particularly raw after how the man had treated that awful woman. So pleased to see her, so affectionate. When he really thought about it, it made him sick. Maybe they were lovers. Maybe Riddle had just been toying with him, leading him on.

He let himself be disgusted and angry for a few minutes.

But then reason seemed to return to him and he deflated a bit. Leading him on? He'd only just met the man yesterday morning. It was ridiculous to be so upset about this man he hardly knew. He truly couldn't imagine those two being lovers. She wasn't classy enough for Riddle. And even if they werelovers, the man was his employer, and the teen shouldn't really care.

Said employer took that moment of determined not caring to reappear from the post office. He shouldn't care, but as he watched the man slide into the driver's seat, he found that he did care, and it was frustrating.

Harry continued his musings, not exactly brooding, but not happy either. He just knew that this job was going to be hell if he had to deal with Riddle's sexiness while constantly wondering if the man was seeing that seamstress.

The rest of the afternoon was spent that way, driving to random places to get random things like animal feed, and nails. After the second place Riddle had stopped asking if Harry would come in and the teen was somewhat glad of that. He was quite content to sit and wallow in his unhappiness and frustration.

After about six or seven stops the dark-haired teen was getting tired of sitting and wallowing. He turned to the man that he had been pointedly ignoring for the last few hours.

"Are there many more errands today?"

Riddle regarded him with a bland expression on his face. "That last place was it for the day."

"Oh." he turned and looked out the window. The scenery was just too non-descript, he would have never guessed that they were already headed back to the farm.

The dark-haired man let out a heavy sigh and Harry jumped, not expecting the man to make any noise.

"What exactly is your problem, you're not very much fun today, boy."

Harry found himself blinking rapidly in response. That had been much more direct than he was beginning to expect from his employer. He was so caught off guard that he found himself actually answering the question.

"What is it between you and that… seamstress?" The word seamstress tasted like a dirty word in his mouth. Abruptly, the teen was struck by what he had said and found a slight flush of mortification creep up his face.

His employer's response was a deeply amused snort followed by a smirk.

"Oh, so that's it…" Harry felt the man's focus on him intensify, though his eyes never left the road.

He waited uncomfortably for Riddle to continue.

"You really are a fool. She's nothing to me."

The dark-haired teen sputtered indignantly at the insult, but before he had gotten out an angry response, the second part of the farmer's statement registered.

"Nothing?" the teen's voice was soft with confusion.

Riddle sneered in disgust, "Do you truly believe that I would behave like that? Simpering and saccharine sweet? And towards that sycophantic whore no less?"

Harry blinked slowly in response to the man's vehemence and let it sink in for a moment.

The teen crossed his arms over his chest, "Well what did you expect me to think?" He felt a pout work its way onto his face. Just. Great. "You were being so nice to her, all gentlemanly and attentive…"

In response, the dark-haired man snorted, his good humor apparently returning.

Silence reigned for the rest of the ride, short though it was. Harry was almost pleased to note that it was one of the more comfortable silences that they had shared. It wasn't broken until they were on the porch of Riddle's farmhouse approaching the door.

"Shoes off." His dark-haired employer snapped out the short phrase like a command and Harry found himself instant complying before he had even realized it. He wrinkled his nose and hopped up, trailing after the man. Upon entering the house, he was shoved rather forcefully against the wall. He gasped at the unexpected move. The teen glanced up at Riddle who was smirking evilly, apparently enjoying the shock that was on his face.

Harry took a moment to notice that, though the older man wasn't touching him anymore, the way he had his hands on either side of the dark-haired teen's head and the way Riddle had placed his body, completely invading his personal space, left him unable to escape. True, he probably could have slipped away if he were willing to brush up against the man's lithe body, but that held it's own dangers. So he was left, staring up at his captor face, most likely wearing an expression much like a trapped and terrified little mouse.

His employer turned captor chuckled darkly, enjoying Harry's discomfort and sending a chill down the teen's spine.

"Wha-" He managed to finally gasp out before being interrupted.

"I just want to make a few things clear…" Riddle said in almost a purr, leaning even closer to his captive so that his breath puffed on the dark-haired teen's ear. The only response was another shiver.

"That… pathetic creature," the man was almost whispering, his voice hushed and somehow intimate, "that you were oh so jealous of, is not even remotely my type. She disgusts me." Harry flinched at the way that the man hissed the last right into his ear.

When the teen had no further answer, the dark-haired man pulled back just the slightest bit and continued.

"No, my interests lie in… other areas…" as Riddle spoke his eyes raked down Harry's body before returning his gaze to the boy's face, smirking wickedly as the action brought an involuntary flush to his captive's face.

He again came closer, breathing in the darkly blushing teen's ear.

"Remember," This was said harshly, causing Harry to twitch slightly. "I am no gentleman, and I am not nice." That last word was said with a slight sneer.

Suddenly, as quickly as he had been trapped, the teen was free.

Riddle was gracefully heading for the kitchen, leaving his employee weak-kneed, flushed, and gasping against the wall.

Before Harry could regain his composure, his dark-haired tormenter turned back to him just before leaving the room.

"Hungry for dinner?" the man flashed a mock-sweet smile to the teen. Somehow, despite how flawless the expression was, something twisted seeped out of it

Harry managed to jerkily shake his head 'no', but as Riddle finally left the room, there was only one phrase that his mind could settle on.

Well, shit.

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A/N: Whew… So it took me a while to get over my lack-of-beta-ness, but yes! TcoG returns! Please excuse any mistakes! I hope that you all enjoyed! I also hope that I haven't lost everyone! Please review my loverlies, even if it's to say that you hated this chappie! I know I don't deserve a single review, but they're necessary for my continued good health!

Thanks to my wonderful anonymous reviewers: Amanda, Xelena, and mandi!

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