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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle, Lucius_Malfoy, Narcissa_Black
      Malfoy, Theodore_Nott
  Additional Tags:
      Conditioning, Manipulation, Dubious_Consent, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex,
      Frottage, Comeplay, Come_Eating, Hand_Jobs, Alternate_Universe_-
      Voldemort_Wins, Mind_Control
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-29 Words: 6617
****** the world left them behind so they took it back ******
by Whitsie
Summary
     Having two boys who were perfectly tailored to his own tastes and
     desires occasionally made it difficult to know which was doing what
     without opening his eyes. Tom would have put more effort into working
     it out if either of them was actually able to care.
Notes
     Warning: Harry and Draco are depicted in a sexual situation at
     fourteen, and mentions of one at twelve, which are both underage
     everywhere, and again at seventeen, which is underage some places.
     Also inherent noncon/dubcon related to mind control/conditioning.
     Read the tags.
     So I know I should be working on my other things, but this has taken
     me close to six months, and I finally finished it, so please enjoy.
 
 
 
 
(one day)
 
 
 
Harry woke up in a room. Considering he had not expected to wake up at all, it
was a nice situation to be in.
 
 
 
 
 
He supposed it was a nice room, with dark wood furnishings and blue painted
walls, with one wall entirely covered by books.  There was only one door,
however, that was open and allowed Harry to see that it led to a bathroom.
Perhaps not the best possible situation then.
 
Sitting up in the bed, Harry noticed he was naked. Completely naked, as he
didn't even have his glasses on. He didn't bother to look for his wand, as
Voldemort was the last person he had seen and the man was unlikely to have left
him with a way to escape. Although Harry didn't really understand why he was
being kept alive in the first place. Presumably he would be told when Voldemort
turned up to monologue at him. Seeing a pile of clothes neatly folded on top of
a desk, Harry looked around the room again, and, seeing nowhere anyone could be
hiding, climbed out of the bed and took the clothes into the bathroom so he
could have a shower and get dressed.
 
The bathroom was grand, white marble and ornate taps, with fluffy white towels
and glass vials of body wash and other things Harry didn't recognise, and he
couldn't see the labels clearly enough to read them. He stepped into the
shower, letting the hot water flow over him, and let his mind wander, allowing
himself to calm down before he broke down.
 
Harry stayed in the shower for a long time, although the hot water never ran
out, but eventually he stepped out, and dried himself with one of the towels
that was longer than he was and as wide as his legs were tall. He pulled on the
clothes, noting that they weren't his, but fit him none the less. Harry left
the bathroom, planning to look more closely around for his glasses, but before
he managed to get further than a step, a voice cried out incredulously.
"Potter? What are you doing here?"
 
Harry's head snapped around, and despite his lack of glasses he would recognise
that head of blond hair anywhere. "Malfoy? What the hell?!"
 
"Where are we?"
 
"How should I know?"
 
"Well, I was kidnapped and blindfolded, then pushed in here. I am likely here
by mistake. My father will be coming to get me soon. It must be your fault."
 
Harry looked at Malfoy incredulously. He knew the other boy practically
worshiped his father, but, "Malfoy. We're both here locked in a room. No one is
going to confuse either of us for someone else. If we're both in here, we just
have to wait. I really don't think your father is going to  be able to help
you."
 
Malfoy snarled, and thrust his hand into his pocket, but his face quickly
turned to horror, "They took my wand." He spun around in a circle, scanning the
floor, then looked back at Harry. "Where's yours?"
 
"It's not here. I woke up without it." Harry looked back over at Malfoy. "Still
think we're here by mistake?"
 
 
 
(six months)
 
 
 
"So, wait, Shrinking Solution doesn't make things smaller it, what was the
word..." Harry ran his finger down the page of the book he was reading, looking
for the sentence he was referring to. "reverts living beings to a previous
state. What does that mean."
 
Draco rolled his eyes and huffed. "Reducio is a spell that makes things
smaller, like if we had wands, and I cast if on that book, depending on how
strong it was, the book would shrink to slightly smaller than my palm to maybe
the size of your finger tip. Shrinking Solution is a potion that only works on
living things and causes them to revert to a both smaller and younger form. So
if we had some I could use it to turn your owl into an owlet the size of your
thumb. Got it?"
 
Harry nodded, still slightly in awe of how much Draco knew, easily deserving
his title of second in the year, at least while they were at Hogwarts. "But how
is that different from a de-aging potion? Aside from the actual shrinking
aspect obviously."
 
"Well, it de-ages permanently, which aging potion doesn't. The Shrunk creature
is small and de-aged until given the antidote."
 
Harry was sure that for all Tom Riddle had compared Harry to himself, Draco was
just as similar, being equally as charming when he tried, and certainly close
to as smart.
 
Riddle, and he was now close to sure it was Riddle who had them kept in this
room, had left both Hedwig and Draco's eagle owl in the room, along with a
large perch and a window they could push open from both sides to enter and
exit. It was a nice gesture, really.
 
...
 
 
 
 
 
 
It wasn't like Tom didn't have eternity, his body returned to him by his own
Horcrux that had brought him Harry Potter, the sword of Gryffindor and a
fascinating story about a dead Weasley in the Chamber of Secrets. His Horcrux
had given him his body to possess, allowing his portion of soul to be
reabsorbed. He was currently only sixteen in body, but he could let himself age
some, then use the Stone to stay whatever age he wanted.
 
 
 
 
 
Of course Lucius' actions could not be forgotten, but he had been given the
illusion of forgiveness after giving up his son. A fertility potion and a
ritual ensured he would have another male heir, because the Malfoy line was too
valuable to lose entirely.
 
There were spells Tom was looking forward to seeing the results of,
behaviourial spells that he had modified to work at a far
more subconscious level. A tiny shot of endorphins whenever the boys
cooperated, burning guilt if they decided not to complete the tasks he wrote
out for them at the start of the week as well as a delightful charm often cast
on new brides, that made them far more willing to submit to their husband's, or
in this case their master's, orders. His favourite by far though, was a spell
designed to bring him to mind fairly often, along with a tinge of arousal, that
combined with a spell that eased their inhibitions cumulatively, and nudged
them to deal with their arousal together. He didn't want inexperienced boys in
his bed when he finally got around to letting them out. Although that likely
wouldn't be for a couple of years. They were only twelve after all.
 
 
 
(two years)
 
 
 
"Oh fuck, Draco. Oh gods. Yesssssss." Draco's head was bobbing up and down in
Harry's lap as he sprawled back in the chair. Harry had one hand fisted in
Draco's hair, and was guiding him gently, occasionally holding his mouth around
the head of his cock as a sign to focus his tongue on the bundle of nerves
there. "Gods, Draco, twist your tongue - oh oh, gods." Harry held Draco's head
still and pumped his hips up twice before shooting into Draco's mouth,
spreading his seed across his tongue, and then twitched as Draco swallowed, his
mouth tightening around him, before allowing him to slip out. Draco fell back
on the floor, and after a moment Harry slipped out of his chair to straddle
him, fishing his cock out of his pants to fist it, his other hand twisting a
nipple softly and kissing wetly into Draco's mouth, chasing the taste of his
own spend.
 
Two twelve year olds who could only wank in the shower and slept in the same
bed quickly came to realise that both were in the same predicament, and happily
turned to each other for release. For that first year they had solely frotted
against one another, coming quickly in their pants after dealing with their
morning erections, sometimes pressing chaste kisses to the others mouth. But
they had quickly progressed to unclothed humping in the mornings, and hand-jobs
during the day if required, as their bodies started pumping hormones due to
puberty. Not long after that the instructions left for them once every seven
days, likely on a Monday, began outlining sexual activities along with their
reading assignments. One week it had simply required them to make out for an
hour a day, another had them licking up all the come the other spent, and yet
another had them tasked to find the others prostate, that they had needed to
look up in an anatomy book that had in no way described the blinding pleasure
that the bundle of nerves could bring.
 
But close to six months ago now the instructions had focused on developing
their oral skills, learning how to take a cock into their mouths, remembering
to cover their teeth and liberally apply tongue. Harry and Draco were both
happy to claim something close to expertise on 'giving head' as both remembered
it being called in their respective Quidditch changing rooms.
 
...
 
 
Tom kept an eye on the mirror he kept on his desk that was tuned to the boys
room. Both were dressed only in their pants, although 'dressed' might be an
overstatment considering both had their flies undone, Harry's limp cock
spilling out, and Draco's still hard and caught in Harry's fist. They made
a beautiful tableau, nipples and lips flushed red matching the head of Draco's
cock as it peeked out of Harry's fist with each down stroke. It wasn't
specifically arousing to Tom, considering both boys were only fourteen, but the
promise they made was enough to keep Tom interested. He had definitely
appreciated the headway they had made into giving head, although he did look
forward to when they were big enough to deep throat, which was barely even an
option at this stage in their development.
 
Tom's spells were all working incredibly, neither even considering ignoring the
orders they were given, never noticing the faint pulse of his magic the
parchment gave out ever second they were touching, or even looking at, it.
Their personalities had changed somewhat, both calming, and beginning to show
signs of co-dependency, often showering together, and entwining their limbs in
their sleep. Even their gait and posture had changed, Harry's more than
Draco's, but now both had the perfectly straight backs and graceful walks of
perfect pureblood heirs.
 
Mayhap next week he would include plugs for them to insert, along with their
wands, and a series of spells to cast, some of which would be necessary, like
the lubricant conjuring spell and enlargement charm, and others that were
more... fun. Like the vibration enchantment. Yes, that would do nicely.
 
 
 
(five years)
 
 
 
The door was open. The door that had been locked for years, not opening under
any circumstances, was open. "Harry." Draco whispered, still staring at the
door. "Harry. Wake up." Draco elbowed Harry in the ribs, and when he grumbled
into wakefulness, Draco just pointed at the door. 
 
Harry shot up into a sitting position the moment he saw it, and then turned to
face Draco. "Holy shit." 
 
Before he had a chance to say anything else, a deep, rich voice trailed through
the open door. "Now you're both awake, why don't you come through?"
 
Draco kept his eyes on Harry, both frozen for a moment, before Harry shrugged,
and moved to the edge of the bed and got up, picking up his wand as he did so.
Draco quickly did the same, cursing stupid Gryffindors in his head as he did
so. Both paused at a few feet from the door, looking through to another room
with the same wall paper and carpet. Draco reached out to grab Harry's hand,
and he gripped back tightly, and they strode forward together to pass through
the doorway.
 
The room was another bedroom, sparsely furnished, with the bed next to the door
they had just left. In the bed a very handsome man was sitting reclined against
the headboard, with what looked like a picture frame discarded on the pillow
next to him. "Come, sit." The man waved his hands at the foot of the bed. Draco
pulled Harry forward, wanting to look closer at the first face he had seen in
years, aside from Harry's and those in pictures, obviously. Drinking in the
sculpted jaw and cheekbones, framed by dark wavy hair, Draco decided it was
certainly a wonderful welcome back to the real world.
 
The foot board was high enough for them to lean back against it, and as they
did so, they kept their hands entwined, and Harry hooked an ankle over one of
Draco's.
 
"You recognise me, don't you Harry?" the man asked, red eyes staring intently
at both of them.
 
"You're Tom Riddle, aren't you?" Draco blinked. This was the Dark Lord? Harry
had described him, and he certainly fit those descriptions, but he certainly
wasn't the fifteen year old Harry had described, nor did he look anything close
to the seventy-something he was meant to be. If anything he looked to be about
twenty, his shoulders broad, and muscles visibly defined under the thin shirt
he was wearing as nightwear.
 
"Yes, I am. I'm surprised you're not more indignant, Harry. Last time we talked
you were promising to kill me."
 
Harry just shrugged. Draco tried to worry, not sure how the Dark Lord would
react to this, but was unable to, something about the man ensuring he stayed
relaxed.
 
"Well, I'm certainly not complaining. Now, you've both learnt far beyond the
Hogwarts curriculum in the last five years, exceeding my expectations
wonderfully." Draco preened slightly at this, accepting Riddle's praise
happily. "And now you are to be reintroduced to the world you can begin to
learn from me personally. My dominion over Britain is complete, but the rest of
Europe awaits, and you shall both be trained to your fullest extent. 
 
"Although there are other areas where your training should be complete, ready
to be put into practice." He smirked, thin lips twisting appealingly. "I must
say, you've both matured beautifully." Riddle's eyes trailed over them again,
although this time much more lasciviously, his gaze fixing on Draco's nipples,
bare to the air considering he hadn't slept in a shirt for years, and Harry's
tight abdomen. "Yes, you both showed promise at twelve, but now your Black
heritage has come through, you can see it in your mouths and cheekbones. It
makes you even more lovely together, contrasting but so very similar."
 
Riddle crooked his fingers, beckoning them closer. Draco began to get to his
knees, but Riddle halted him with a simple "Crawl." Both Harry and Draco did so
without a protest, moving up the large bed until their heads were level with
Riddle's feet and he held up his hand for them to stop. "Now you may get up on
your knees and face each other. Move close enough to kiss." Draco did so, and
as they drew close together he could see Harry's pupils were wide, and the
further proof of his arousal was pressing into Draco's as they both began to
swell with blood.
 
"We have plenty of time for me to properly try you both out, but for now I
would just like a show. Kiss, and wank each other until you come." Riddle's
voice had deepened, presumably with lust, and it washed over Draco heightening
his own arousal. Draco brought up one hand to fist in Harry's hair, drawing him
into a kiss, while the other dropped to Harry's arse, pressing them together
tightly, their erections quickly springing to full mast from the friction.
Draco brought his other hand down to Harry's waist, and started pushing the
waist band of his pants over the curve of his arse until it rested halfway down
his thighs, feeling Harry do the same, trailing his lips down Draco's neck as
he did so. Draco gripped Harry's wild hair again, fusing their mouths together,
and felt Harry's cock smear a bead of precome on his stomach.
 
Draco heard a soft moan coming from the side, and out of the corner of his eye
saw Riddle fisting his cock, which was much larger and thicker than both Draco
and Harry's, and redoubled his efforts. He reached down to hold Harry's cock,
who did the same, before starting the rhythm Harry preferred, swift tight
strokes, with another hand fondling his balls. Harry gave Draco the same
treatment, albeit with a far greater focus on the head, trailing a nail across
Draco's nipples softly. Neither of them were going to last long, having just
woken up hard, and sure enough Harry was gasping into Draco's mouth as he
always did when he was close, and Draco knew he was moaning loudly himself. A
couple strokes later Draco spilled over Harry's fist, and Harry followed, Draco
catching his come in his cupped palm.
 
Harry immediately pushed his fingers deep into Draco's mouth, teasing his
mostly non-existent gag reflex before pulling back and allowing Draco to suck
the come off each finger, then once they were pulled out laving his palm with
tongue to make sure to get every drop.
 
Draco pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's mouth, all the more lewd for the traces
of come he knew were smeared on his lips, then wrapped his arm around Harry's
head to put his come filled hand in front of Harry's mouth. Harry kept eye
contact as he stuck out his tongue and lapped up his own spend, causing Draco's
cock to twitch despite just coming. As soon as Harry had finished, sucking
Draco's middle finger into his mouth, a loud groan pulled their attention back
to Riddle. His head was thrown back in orgasm, mouth open, and faint shadows
casting his cheekbones into relief. 
 
They were still pressed together and staring when Riddle's orgasm taped off,
allowing him to look back at them. His eyes were half-lidded, and he pulled his
come covered hand away from his spent cock and held it out to Harry and Draco,
who needed no further instruction to crawl over and lap it up.
 
Once finished, Riddle moved down the bed until he was lying flat, and gestured
for Harry and Draco to do the same on either side of him, heads resting on his
chest. "It's early still. Sleep, I'll wake you up when I need you."
 
...
 
 
Tom had been pretending to sleep for close to fifteen minutes before either of
his boys spoke.
 
"He did something to make us listen to him, didn't he." Draco whispered.
 
Tom felt Harry's shoulders shrug against him. "He kept us locked in a room for
five years and we don't even care. I think he did a lot to us."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(fifteen years)

 
 
 
 
 
 
Tom Marvolo Riddle woke, as he did most mornings, to a warm body in his arms
and a mouth on his cock. He relaxed into the glorious sensation, freeing one
arm to reach down and press the mouth further onto his cock, nudging the head
into the boys throat.
 
"Morning, my Lord." It was Draco's mouth which was busy then. Having two boys
who were perfectly tailored to his own tastes and desires occasionally made it
difficult to know which was doing which without opening his eyes. He would have
put more effort into knowing if either of them was actually able to care.
 
"Morning, my lion. Why don't you go and join my pretty little dragon?"
 
Harry pulled his head away from Tom's neck where he had been nibbling and
sucking lightly, and wriggled down the bed, pulling the blankets with him, to
press up next to Draco between Tom's spread legs. Draco lifted his mouth off
Tom's cock to press a filthy, wet kiss to Harry's lips, the both of them
angling their heads so their lord could see their tongues twining together.
They always looked incredible like this, dark and light hair mingling, and
their beautiful eyes open and glazed with arousal. Without any discernible
communication, they separated and turned their attention to his shaft, Harry
licking down one side to the base then pulling one testicle into his mouth, and
Draco returning to his previous actions, sucking his cock down his throat and
swallowing around him.
 
They were both so talented at this, as they should be, having been trained from
age twelve to respond to his every need, but it still astounded him how
brilliant his spell work had been. The intricate web of spells woven through
and over their minds to mold them to his exact specifications was flawless, and
was so effective neither of them had any idea they could even want anything
else.
 
The wet heat and careful suction quickly pulled Tom over the edge into orgasm,
and Draco pulled back to hold just the head of his cock in his mouth, then,
when he was sure Tom had finished, turned to kiss Harry again, sharing his come
between them.
 
"Draco, you are to go talk to your father and brother today. There is a brief
on the dresser. Harry you are to spend the day in my study. I'm meeting with
the Minister, because he seems to be getting ideas. Both be prepared to use
force as necessary."
 
"Yes, my lord."
 
Yes. They were perfect.
 
...
 
 
The Malfoy family were all in the dining hall when Tom walked in with Harry
trailing behind him. Draco was sitting on one side of the table, studiously
avoiding looking at his family seated opposite him. Commodus was sixteen, and
looked only one or two years younger than his brother, although he had taken
almost completely after his father, unlike Draco, who had many of the Black
traits of his mother. The boy was terrified of Tom, likely because he was
raised knowing the only reason he was born was because his father had failed,
and so lost any right to his brother.
 
"Draco. I assume you have solved the problem?" Tom asked, as he sat down next
to the blond, Harry standing on Tom's other side.
 
"Yes, my Lord. Commodus and Lucius were unsure of the status of the Malfoy
heirship. They have been informed there is no other claimant on Commodus'
position, nor to expect heirs of my body."
 
"Excellent. Did you enjoy seeing your family?"
 
"Yes, my lord. Although I preferred our visit to the Middle East last month."
Draco replied, almost facetiously. That trip had been marvelous. Tom had taken
advantage of the civil unrest in the muggle world in the area to subdue the
magical population, extending his reach to half the continent, right up to the
border he had negotiated with the various Asian ministries years ago. The
magical population had been barely able to hide themselves from the soldiers
flooding their lands, and had practically begged for his help once he had
informed them of a way he could do it. Of course there were still dissidents,
which was the purpose of the visit. It had been him, Harry and Draco against an
entire revolution, and he had let the boys out to play, only staying behind
them as back up, and had been entirely unneeded. The boys had skill beyond even
his greatest expectations, likely because he could teach them without fear that
they would ever turn on him like his other followers. They had dueled the
rebels side by side, and easily massacred their forces, and when they left the
field it had looked more like a muggle bomb had been dropped on it, instead of
two beautiful boys showing off for their lord.
 
They had spent the next week tracking down the rest of the revolutionary
forces, who had all hidden themselves after hearing Voldemort's Pets were the
ones hunting them. The fear his boys inspired was incredible, a far more
effective deterrent than any of his Death Eaters had been while the war was
waged in England.
 
Harry snorted, an action Tom only allowed in certain situations. "And we both
prefer being in your bed even more." Neither of his boys even blushed, but Tom
was amused enough by the way each of the Malfoy's faces subtly showed their
disgust at the crass comment.
 
"Hush, Harry. We are in polite company. Go sit with Draco."
 
"Yes, my lord." A large part of the spell work included a co-dependency bred in
each of his boys for the other, because they were of far more use to him
together, and he never wanted anyone to be able to pit them against the other,
or play off a fight they'd had to lead them to betray Tom himself. Thus, Harry
pulling out his wand to widen Draco's chair slightly, then squashing into to it
next to him, their legs twining together, and arms going around waists and
shoulders was a common sight.
 
"Now, Lucius. How have you been?"
 
Lucius turned his face away from the sight of his first born whispering into
Harry's ear to look at Tom. "Well, my lord."
 
"And how is Commodus going at school?"
 
"Well, my lord. He joined the Slytherin team last year, as chaser."
 
"Did he. Impressive. Draco was on the team in his second year, wasn't he?"
 
"Yes. He was."
 
Tom smirked internally. "And of course Harry was during his first year."
 
"Well, McGonnagall did always favour her Gryffindor's." Lucius replied.
 
Tom loved these attempts every one of his followers had made at least once to
try to get him to discard one or both of the boys, bringing up what they
believed to be their least tasteful aspects, whether it be a throwaway comment,
or a deliberate jab like Lucius was trying now.
 
"Good old Minnie. And I didn't even have to buy the whole team brooms to get
her to consider me." Of course his boys' could defend themselves wonderfully
all on their own.
 
"Now, lets not get lost in ancient history. Why, this all happened before
Commodus was even born. It's unlikely he has any idea what is going on." Tom
interjected, uninterested in letting Harry and Lucius get into a sniping
contest. "Lucius the Minister raised some points I would like to discuss with
you and Theodore, so if you would come with me, the boys could escort your
family out."
 
They all nodded their acquiescence, and Tom swept out, knowing Harry and Draco
would complete their task, and come to find him when they were done.
 
...
 
 
"God, Draco. Your brother is just like you were." Harry pushed Draco into the
wall, and kissed him, rolling their hips together. Draco's mother and brother
had flooed out of the room only seconds before. "Uptight little prick who
thinks the light shines out of his father's arse." Harry grinned, and kissed
him again, harder, his tongue dipping into Draco's mouth. "Remember school. Or
when we first got here. It was always 'my father', 'my father', my father'."
Harry ducked down to mouth at his neck, and press sharp bites up behind his
ear. "Didn't take you long to turn that to 'my lord, my lord, oh oh, my lord."
Harry's voice turned breathy, rising into a mocking falsetto. 
 
Draco pushed him away, then pulled him back in, winding his arms around Harry's
back, and pushed a thigh between his legs so they could frot at each others
hips. "I feel myself wanting to go thank my lord for helping me see the error
of my ways."
 
Harry's pupils dilated, and he gave a sharp grin. "Doesn't hurt that my father
is with him to see how much I've grown as a person."
 
Draco knew that the bolt of arousal, as well as the sense of deep contentment,
he felt at suggesting that was not his own. That many of his responses were
manufactured by his lord to manipulate him, but he didn't care. And he knew
Harry didn't either. By the time they realised, they were both in far to deep
to even want to get out.
 
"Don't think Lucius will appreciate watching you crawl under our Lord's desk."
Harry said, grinding against his hip harder, forewarning Draco of his
approaching orgasm.
 
"True, but I was thinking more of fucking on that couch he has at the back of
the room." Draco was very close himself, the friction of their fine robes and
silk pants pushing him closer to the edge with each thrust.
 
"'Making sure your father can hear us, but doesn't dare turn and look. Gods,
Draco, that's perfect." Harry groaned as he fell over the edge of orgasm, Draco
quickly following. They panted into each others shoulders until they recovered,
and then stood up to cast a series of charms they knew very well to vanish the
mess and tidy up their robes. 
 
"Theodore will be there too." Draco reminded Harry as they started walking
towards Voldemort's study.
 
"Whatever. He's twenty-six. He'll get hard the second we start kissing." Harry
replied.
 
...
 
 
Theo was waiting in the Dark Lord's study, him and Lucius having gone to look
into something, leaving Theo to wait until they returned to give his report and
opinions. Sometimes he regretted that his grandfather and father had both died
so early, leaving him the Nott title, and all the responsibilities that came
with it at twenty-two. It had been five years into the Dark Lord's reign, and
being catapulted to the Inner Circle because of all the connections he was now
required to manage was hard. But he'd managed so far, mostly by practicing
restraint, careful not to step on any toes until he knew he could get away with
it.
 
Thus, not complaining about being left in a study for ten minutes, having no
idea how much longer he'd be left there alone. He took a deep breath and
rearranged his collection of scrolls in his bag, before leaning back in his
chair, spreading his legs in an incredibly uncouth manner, trying to relax.
Theo knew better than to touch anything of the Dark Lord's.
Less than a minute later, the door slammed open and two teenagers stumbled
through, hands inside robes and mouths fused together. Harry and Draco were
gorgeous, a beautiful study in contrasts, even more so pressed tightly together
like this than at any other time. Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, before they
separated.
 
"Oh." That was Draco, although both of them were looking at the empty desk.
"Well that sucks."
 
"No it doesn't." Harry replied, before erupting into giggles, Draco swiftly
following.
 
"Shut up, Harry. That was dreadful." Draco pressed a quick kiss to Harry's
mouth. "Come meet Theodore." Draco took Harry's and and drew him over to stand
in front of Theo, who was still frozen in the position he had been in when they
entered, too shocked to do anything, and both boys sat down on his spread legs,
each straddling a thigh, leaving their faces less than a foot away from his.
 
Theo remembered when Draco had been a snotty, pointy wanker, and Harry had
been, as Draco had so eloquently put it, a scrawny speccy git. Now they were
both beautiful beyond all reason, and incredibly magically powerful as well. A
perfect package, especially together, that Theo could not for any reason touch,
because they belonged to the Dark Lord as surely as any other thing in this
room.
 
"Theodore was in our year, Harry, although he didn't look nearly as gormless as
this last time I talked to him." Draco talked to Harry despite both of them
still facing him, pinning him with their gorgeous eyes, and distracting him
with their red, swollen lips.
 
"He was the one who looked like a rat, right? Who never hung out with you at
all?"
 
"Hey, wait." Theo was shocked out of his stupor by the insult. "I don't look
like a rat!"
 
Their eyes trailed down his chest and abdomen and then back up to his face.
"You most certainly do not." Harry purred, both of them leaning in even
further, Draco putting a hand on his chest for balance, but Theo brought up his
own hands to stop them.
 
Just in time, as it happened, because the door to the study opened again, and
the Dark Lord swept in, barely even pausing at the sight of his Pets seated on
Theo's lap, except to redirect his path to come and stand behind his chair.
Theo didn't dare to turn his head, and dropped his hands down into his lap,
while Draco and Harry looked up at the Dark Lord, their eyes sparkling with
mischief.
 
"If you two would, please avail yourselves of my Death Eater's lap, and find
something else to amuse you." They both stood up, trailing their hands over his
chest, and pressing lightly against his cock as they did so. The Dark Lord had
walked to stand in front of his desk, leaning back against it, while both boys
went towards the back of the room.
 
"Stopping them from aging past seventeen unfortunately halted certain parts of
their maturity as well, but their age has other benefits so I have learnt to
deal with it." And wow. Although thinking of his Lord like that certainly
wasn't a hardship any more, what with his new face, but he was still a master
legillimens and... "Please keep your mind at task, and deliver your report,
Theodore."
 
...
 
 
As Theodore continued to give his, admittedly excellent, report of current
Ministry action, including suggestions to fix problems, or forestall others
from ever emerging, his concentration would falter at semi-regular intervals,
often coinciding with a particularly loud noise, or even just Tom's eyes
drifting away from the scrolls spread out on his desk and instead to the
occupied couch at the back of the room. Harry and Draco had, throughout the
report's progression, worked towards screwing on the couch, Harry lying on his
back, his leg over Draco's shoulder to afford Tom a better view of Draco's cock
pressing in and out of that pretty red hole. 
 
When Draco had begun opening Harry's hole, the slick, wet sounds had halted
Theodore's speech for a couple long moments before he composed himself, and now
the obscene wet sucking of Harry's hole, and the slap of Draco's hips into
Harry's arse, overlaid with their moans and Harry's occasional keen, likely as
Draco hit his prostate, was stalling Theodore for minutes at a time.
 
Theodore had rushed through the last portion of his report, keeping all
information concise and clear, and was now finishing, rolling up his collection
of scrolls and leaving them in a pile on the desk before bowing deeply and
walking out of the room with the distinct stride of one trying to ignore a very
prominent erection, making very sure not to turn his head to the back of the
room. He'd learn to manage eventually. All the rest of the Inner Circle had,
except for Lucius, but his discomfort was not sexual in nature, and so Tom
allowed him this.
 
Tom pushed back from his desk, and walked across the room to stand almost above
his pets, watching the magnificent display they put on, not halting in their
actions, and knowing not to until he told them to. This time he decided he had
no desire to halt them, and so just loosened his robes and pants enough to pull
out his cock, then climbed behind Draco, casting a spell to lubricate his hole
as he did so, before pressing in to the hilt in one push. Draco's hole bloomed
open around him, by now completely used to this intrusion, and Tom threw his
head back at the warm, tight bliss he was now encased in.
 
Draco had not stopped fucking Harry, but now each stroke was fucking him back
onto Tom's cock as well and his moans had increased in volume accordingly. He
was tightening his arse on each upstroke, creating glorious friction around
Tom's cockhead, and then loosening, allowing him to slam back down, the plush
insides opening easily around him each time. 
 
It was only a few strokes before Draco came, his hole clenching around him, and
Tom grabbed onto his hips, pinning him down easily, and ploughing into his
arse, pushing his soft cock into Harry with each thrust. It didn't take much
for Harry to come after that, Draco's stomach pushing back and forth on his
cock, and Draco shuddered as Harry writhed on his over-stimulated cock. Draco
kept clenching around Tom, beautifully trained as he was, and Tom easily fell
into orgasm, pumping his seed deep into Draco's arse.
 
Tom held himself up on his arms for the few moments it took him to catch his
breath, then pulled out carefully and sat on the couch, leaning his back
against the armrest and letting his leg fall to the floor, admiring the
stunning view in front of him.
 
Harry's leg had come down to drape over Draco's waist, framing Draco's pert
pretty arse, and flushed red hole. They were kissing softly, the sounds
trailing back to Tom's ears.
 
Wanting to leave the boys open for the rest of the day, Tom conjured two
identical plugs, slightly smaller than his cock so their arses' would still be
tight for him, and pushed the first into Draco, it going in easily, sucked in
with a squelching sound after the thickest part had entered his hole, and then
made him kneel up and pull his soft cock out of Harry's hole and did the same,
twisting and pushing the plug up against his prostate just to watch him
shudder.
 
He slapped Draco's arse to push his hips down flush to Harry's, legs spread
astride his thighs. It allowed Tom to see the base of both plugs, and the faint
movement it made as Harry and Draco both clenched around it rhythmically, a
habit that was likely subconscious by now. When Tom had first introduced the
first, far smaller, plugs to the boys, they had come with two additional spells
cast on the boys. The first they knew about, or swiftly came to identify, being
a spell that vanished all waste that entered the rectum from the bowel,
tethered permanently. The second was another behaviourial spell, that gave a
tiny hint of sexual pleasure each time they tightened and released around the
plug. The plugs were permanent from that day until they were let out of their
rooms, and were still a regular occurrence now.
 
"My lord?" Harry spoke up, always the more impertinent, although Draco was
certainly more sneaky.
 
'Yes, Harry."
 
"May we turn around, please?"
 
Tom was far past denying them their indulgences, because they were completely
incapable of even thinking of taking of advantage of him, and similarly could
not begin to imagine themselves as above their station. "Yes, Harry."
 
Both pushed at each other, practically racing to be the first, but Draco won,
by virtue of being on top. He came up between Tom's legs, resting his head on
Tom's still clothed chest. Harry did the same on the opposite side, facing
Draco, and slung a leg over his hips as so to prevent himself slipping off the
couch. They both nuzzled into his chest, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on
the hinge of his jaw, before drifting off into a post-orgasm doze, mouths
falling slack and eyes fluttering closed.
 
Tom considered what he still had to accomplish for the day, before deciding he
could take a small break. He pressed back into the arm rest, getting
comfortable, drifting one hand down to rest on Harry's arse, comfortable in the
fact that they would remain at his side for centuries to come.
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