From the Rose, Comes the Thorn
The Sequel to Bound
By Alicia Flint
(Harry/ Tom Riddle Slash)
Disclaimer: Alas, still not mine . . .
Dedicated to ThreeOranges: I'm moving to Bath to live up to your expectations . . .
Chapter One -- Momentary Pause
1978
It was a crisp winter evening. The full moon reflected onto the snowy hills surrounding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The glittering light momentarily blinded Lucius Malfoy who was hurrying across the grounds towards the Forbidden Forest, his black robe billowing out behind him. At last, he reached his destination. It was an old tree -- Twisted and jagged. His companion for the evening had not yet arrived. "Perfect," Lucius smiled to himself. He quickly shed his robe and spread it on the ground. He lusciously sprawled out on the carpet of velvet, thinking about the sordid acts that would take place tonight. He moaned quietly in anticipation.
"You never will learn patience, will you?"
Lucius gasped and sat bolt upright to see a man in his early fifties standing a short distance away. He was an elegant man -- Beautiful and statuesque, given poise and grace with age. He conducted himself in a manner befitting his station . . . Which was more than could be said for the young Malfoy sitting before him. Lucius Malfoy didn't have that natural aura of dignity that surrounded the man standing before him. Lucius had little more than his looks and his ambition.
But his looks were what had gotten him here -- On this blanket, under this tree.
The silvery blonde hair falling tumultuously over his eyes, the pert lips tailored for kissing, the lithe body spread out for the taking . . . That was what had ensured him his place in the Inner Circle.
"Thought you'd never come, Tom," Lucius said, his voice breathy.
"What have I told you about calling me Tom?" the man scolded, approaching the boy lying on the cloak.
"My apologies . . . sir," Lucius said, thrusting his pelvis up at the title.
"You wanton little whore," Tom said distastefully. "I should leave you here suffering in the agony you've worked yourself into."
"Don't do that," Lucius smiled coyly, glancing down at his prominent erection. "Please, sir. I'm absolutely begging you."
"That seems your style, Lucius," Tom scoffed. "Beg like the insipid little lapdog you are." Tom sat down on the cloak next to Lucius who automatically spread his legs like a well-trained puppy. "You know there are some reasons that I absolutely can't stand you Lucius," Tom looked at the libertine blonde beside him. "All I have to do is snap my fingers and you'll obey my every command. You have no self-respect, no integrity. You'll hopelessly degrade yourself if you think it will advance your place in the world by any means. Why, look at you now! The subservient slut! For God's sake Lucius, put your legs together and act modestly for once."
Shocked and disappointed, Lucius sat up next to Tom, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his robes.
"It's not that I don't enjoy the . . . pleasures . . ." Tom gently let a finger drift across Lucius' cheek. Lucius eagerly arched up into the touch. "That you provide me. You are quite the talent in bed, I assure you. But other than that positive trait, I find absolutely no redeeming value to you, Lucius Malfoy. I will keep you in my Inner Circle, as a Death Eater, because you are one of the few you can satisfy me . . . personally. But remember this always: I could never love someone who would give in so easily to my advances. I could never love anyone who would degrade themselves so low for their own professional benefit. Thus we can conclude, my dear Lucius, that I could never, ever love you."
"There's someone else then," Lucius said quietly, trying to hide any hurt and resentment he might feel.
"Of course there's someone else," Tom snapped. "Why would you ever think that there isn't?"
"Who?" Lucius asked, curious. The only response he received was a sharp stinging across his left cheek.
"That is my business. Not yours. Although, there is a certain classmate of your whom I have been most interested in as of late . . ."
Lucius leaned forward in anticipation. Tom grabbed the boy by the waist and pulled him up onto his lap.
"Ask your friend Severus if he's interested in joining the Death Eaters, won't you Lucius?" It was a command more than a question. Lucius immediately made his feelings on the subject known though.
"You can not . . . You would honestly choose Severus over me?" Lucius asked, biting hard into the words. "How could you? Severus is . . . well . . . He's absolutely hideous! He's all greasy and scummy and his teeth and yellow and he's just so . . ."
"Silence, you insolent brat!" Tom shouted, slapping Lucius once again. "I assure you. I do not want that boy for physical gratification. I admit that even the thought of bedding Severus Snape makes me ill. As you have so prominently noted, his physical traits are lacking . . . And that is putting the matter mildly. He's a horrid little thing. But he's talented and brilliant . . . He's the ideal Death Eater." Tom smiled at the thought of the young Severus Snape joining his ranks.
"Oh, wonderful!" Lucius said, with a certain degree of joy. "I thought for a moment that Snape was the one you'd fallen in love with! I don't know what I would have done then!"
"You would have come to terms with it and accepted your failure," Tom said simply. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to see my . . . darling. Alleviate yourself and go back up to your quarters. I don't wish to see anything more of you tonight, my Lucius."
Lucius sighed. "Wouldn't you just . . ."
"Now Lucius," Tom snapped, turning his back on the young boy and heading towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He heard the sound of robes being unbuttoned behind him and smiled at the thought of his golden boy -- His Lucius.
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Tom carefully entered the school, examining the shadows of the staircase standing before him to make sure that no one was watching. "The walls have eyes," Tom thought, glancing up at the portraits on the staircase that were all sleeping soundly. He couldn't be seen at Hogwarts or Dumbledore would be after him immediately. He was taking a great risk coming here in the first place, entering his old Alma Matter. But, in the name of love, irrational deed are done . . .
"Did anyone see you?" a voice hissed from out of the shadows.
"No one," Tom responded.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Absolutely," Tom confirmed.
A figure emerged from the shadows -- Tall, thin, garbed completely in black. This was Eve and Delilah and Jezebel all combined into one being. This was his temptation and, in an odd way, his salvation. The figure swept over to him.
"Tell me why I shouldn't hand you over to Dumbledore right now," the boy growled threateningly.
"Because then you wouldn't be able to indulge in the pleasure of my company, you horrid brat," Tom laughed.
A finger played over his lips.
"Silence!" the figure whispered. "Do you want to wake the entire school? Tell me once again what you offer me."
Tom smiled, grabbing the figure around the waist and pulling him close, entwining their limbs.
"I offer you power beyond your wildest dreams. I offer you Light and Dark merged into one beautiful being. I offer you every possession you could ever dream of. I offer you my one gift of love . . ."
"Yes," the figure purred, pressing his lips to Tom's. "That is what I ask of you."
The figure untied his robe, letting the hood drop back to reveal his face. Tom could barely see him in the dim candlelight.
"You are the only one," Tom said softly. "The only one who shall ever receive my one gift of love. Use it -- Use me -- wisely, my darling."
"I will. I solemnly promise you."
"Good," Tom smiled. "Now take me to your chambers . . ."
The Sequel to Bound
By Alicia Flint
(Harry/ Tom Riddle Slash)
Disclaimer: Alas, still not mine . . .
Dedicated to ThreeOranges: I'm moving to Bath to live up to your expectations . . .
Chapter One -- Momentary Pause
1978
It was a crisp winter evening. The full moon reflected onto the snowy hills surrounding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The glittering light momentarily blinded Lucius Malfoy who was hurrying across the grounds towards the Forbidden Forest, his black robe billowing out behind him. At last, he reached his destination. It was an old tree -- Twisted and jagged. His companion for the evening had not yet arrived. "Perfect," Lucius smiled to himself. He quickly shed his robe and spread it on the ground. He lusciously sprawled out on the carpet of velvet, thinking about the sordid acts that would take place tonight. He moaned quietly in anticipation.
"You never will learn patience, will you?"
Lucius gasped and sat bolt upright to see a man in his early fifties standing a short distance away. He was an elegant man -- Beautiful and statuesque, given poise and grace with age. He conducted himself in a manner befitting his station . . . Which was more than could be said for the young Malfoy sitting before him. Lucius Malfoy didn't have that natural aura of dignity that surrounded the man standing before him. Lucius had little more than his looks and his ambition.
But his looks were what had gotten him here -- On this blanket, under this tree.
The silvery blonde hair falling tumultuously over his eyes, the pert lips tailored for kissing, the lithe body spread out for the taking . . . That was what had ensured him his place in the Inner Circle.
"Thought you'd never come, Tom," Lucius said, his voice breathy.
"What have I told you about calling me Tom?" the man scolded, approaching the boy lying on the cloak.
"My apologies . . . sir," Lucius said, thrusting his pelvis up at the title.
"You wanton little whore," Tom said distastefully. "I should leave you here suffering in the agony you've worked yourself into."
"Don't do that," Lucius smiled coyly, glancing down at his prominent erection. "Please, sir. I'm absolutely begging you."
"That seems your style, Lucius," Tom scoffed. "Beg like the insipid little lapdog you are." Tom sat down on the cloak next to Lucius who automatically spread his legs like a well-trained puppy. "You know there are some reasons that I absolutely can't stand you Lucius," Tom looked at the libertine blonde beside him. "All I have to do is snap my fingers and you'll obey my every command. You have no self-respect, no integrity. You'll hopelessly degrade yourself if you think it will advance your place in the world by any means. Why, look at you now! The subservient slut! For God's sake Lucius, put your legs together and act modestly for once."
Shocked and disappointed, Lucius sat up next to Tom, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his robes.
"It's not that I don't enjoy the . . . pleasures . . ." Tom gently let a finger drift across Lucius' cheek. Lucius eagerly arched up into the touch. "That you provide me. You are quite the talent in bed, I assure you. But other than that positive trait, I find absolutely no redeeming value to you, Lucius Malfoy. I will keep you in my Inner Circle, as a Death Eater, because you are one of the few you can satisfy me . . . personally. But remember this always: I could never love someone who would give in so easily to my advances. I could never love anyone who would degrade themselves so low for their own professional benefit. Thus we can conclude, my dear Lucius, that I could never, ever love you."
"There's someone else then," Lucius said quietly, trying to hide any hurt and resentment he might feel.
"Of course there's someone else," Tom snapped. "Why would you ever think that there isn't?"
"Who?" Lucius asked, curious. The only response he received was a sharp stinging across his left cheek.
"That is my business. Not yours. Although, there is a certain classmate of your whom I have been most interested in as of late . . ."
Lucius leaned forward in anticipation. Tom grabbed the boy by the waist and pulled him up onto his lap.
"Ask your friend Severus if he's interested in joining the Death Eaters, won't you Lucius?" It was a command more than a question. Lucius immediately made his feelings on the subject known though.
"You can not . . . You would honestly choose Severus over me?" Lucius asked, biting hard into the words. "How could you? Severus is . . . well . . . He's absolutely hideous! He's all greasy and scummy and his teeth and yellow and he's just so . . ."
"Silence, you insolent brat!" Tom shouted, slapping Lucius once again. "I assure you. I do not want that boy for physical gratification. I admit that even the thought of bedding Severus Snape makes me ill. As you have so prominently noted, his physical traits are lacking . . . And that is putting the matter mildly. He's a horrid little thing. But he's talented and brilliant . . . He's the ideal Death Eater." Tom smiled at the thought of the young Severus Snape joining his ranks.
"Oh, wonderful!" Lucius said, with a certain degree of joy. "I thought for a moment that Snape was the one you'd fallen in love with! I don't know what I would have done then!"
"You would have come to terms with it and accepted your failure," Tom said simply. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to see my . . . darling. Alleviate yourself and go back up to your quarters. I don't wish to see anything more of you tonight, my Lucius."
Lucius sighed. "Wouldn't you just . . ."
"Now Lucius," Tom snapped, turning his back on the young boy and heading towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He heard the sound of robes being unbuttoned behind him and smiled at the thought of his golden boy -- His Lucius.
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Tom carefully entered the school, examining the shadows of the staircase standing before him to make sure that no one was watching. "The walls have eyes," Tom thought, glancing up at the portraits on the staircase that were all sleeping soundly. He couldn't be seen at Hogwarts or Dumbledore would be after him immediately. He was taking a great risk coming here in the first place, entering his old Alma Matter. But, in the name of love, irrational deed are done . . .
"Did anyone see you?" a voice hissed from out of the shadows.
"No one," Tom responded.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Absolutely," Tom confirmed.
A figure emerged from the shadows -- Tall, thin, garbed completely in black. This was Eve and Delilah and Jezebel all combined into one being. This was his temptation and, in an odd way, his salvation. The figure swept over to him.
"Tell me why I shouldn't hand you over to Dumbledore right now," the boy growled threateningly.
"Because then you wouldn't be able to indulge in the pleasure of my company, you horrid brat," Tom laughed.
A finger played over his lips.
"Silence!" the figure whispered. "Do you want to wake the entire school? Tell me once again what you offer me."
Tom smiled, grabbing the figure around the waist and pulling him close, entwining their limbs.
"I offer you power beyond your wildest dreams. I offer you Light and Dark merged into one beautiful being. I offer you every possession you could ever dream of. I offer you my one gift of love . . ."
"Yes," the figure purred, pressing his lips to Tom's. "That is what I ask of you."
The figure untied his robe, letting the hood drop back to reveal his face. Tom could barely see him in the dim candlelight.
"You are the only one," Tom said softly. "The only one who shall ever receive my one gift of love. Use it -- Use me -- wisely, my darling."
"I will. I solemnly promise you."
"Good," Tom smiled. "Now take me to your chambers . . ."