Yule Ficlet for hpstrangelove: Harry/Tom NC17

Dec 22, 2008 14:13

hpstrangelove asked for Harry and Tom Riddle from the Chamber of Secrets, and as evil as I wanted to get. *cue evil laughter*

So Merry, evil, Christmas, hun!

Title: Darker Secrets
Pairing: Harry/Tom
Word count: 3116
Rating: NC17
Summary: A different take on the Chamber of Secrets scene
Warnings: Very young chan (aka ‘microchan’ as bk7brokemybrain has dubbed it). Non-con, coercion, character death.
Notes: A dark fic, so be warned… no Christmas fluff ahead. Parts of the story have been lifted directly from Chamber of Secrets.



“What are you talking about?” said Harry.

“The diary,” said Riddle. “My diary. Little Ginny’s been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes-how her brothers tease her, how she had to come to school with secondhand robes and books, how”-Riddle’s eyes glinted-“how she didn’t think famous, good, great Harry Potter would ever like her…”

All the time he spoke, Riddle’s eyes never left Harry’s face. There was an almost hungry look in them.**

Harry shook his head. He didn’t have time to puzzle out what Riddle was saying. “But how do I save Ginny?”

Riddle chuckled. “Do you really want to be her hero, Harry? She’ll only continue following you around, flashing you those love-sick puppy dog eyes.”

“What? I don’t care about any of that! I can’t just let her die…” Harry’s words trailed off as he looked again at Ginny. He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she appeared even paler. He returned his gaze to Riddle. “Please, you must know how I can help her. You must!”

The hungry look was still in Riddle’s eyes. “What would you give up for her? Your life?”

Without a thought, Harry said, “Yes.”

Riddle shook his head. “Stupid child. You’re lucky that particular sacrifice isn’t necessary.”

“What…” Harry swallowed hard. “What can I do, then? Can we really help her?”

“Oh, I believe I hold the very key to her survival.” Riddle grinned, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Harry stood straighter, chin held high. He glanced at Ginny, watching the shallow rise and fall of her chest before turning back to Riddle. “I’ll do anything. Just tell me.”

Riddle moved forward, stepping up until he was right in front of Harry.

From this close, Riddle seemed solid until about an inch from his edges, and then everything went fuzzy. Harry had the odd desire to reach out and feel the blurred areas. Would his hand go straight through to where Riddle seemed real?

“Have you heard of sex magic, Harry?”

Harry’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Sex magic? N… no. I’m only twelve.”

Riddle reached out and stroked three fingers down Harry’s cheek, and then resting them on his jaw.

Harry felt them just fine. They were solid, like anyone else’s, but cold, colder than live flesh had any right to be.

Hooking his fingers under Harry’s chin, Riddle angled Harry’s head so he had no choice but to look into Riddle’s eyes. Riddle said, “Twelve? That’s about the age I started practicing sex magic. As soon as I was old enough to ejaculate I found a partner.” He shrugged. “Partners actually.”

Though his throat felt constricted and he couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs, Harry managed to speak. “Are you saying sex magic can save Ginny?” Merlin, he hoped the answer was no. He couldn’t imagine having sex with a nearly dead girl. He wouldn’t even know what to do with a willing partner!

Without breaking contact with Harry, Riddle turned toward Ginny. “I believe it’s the only way for her to awaken. The question is, are you willing to do what must be done? Wouldn’t it be easier to just let her slip away? No one would ever need know that you had a chance.”

Harry wanted to run. He wanted to flee back through the serpent doors and race through the corridors beyond. But then he’d be running back to Ron, Ron whose only sister would be dead because of Harry’s fear. He swallowed down his panic and nodded. “I’ll do whatever’s needed to save her. Tell me what to do.” He stepped away from Riddle, toward Ginny. “Do I need to… to undress her all the way?”

Riddle’s laughed. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand. You see, Harry, you will not touch Ginny. No. You and I will perform the sex magic together. I believe we are both magically strong. A union between us should be powerful.” Riddle’s hands flew to his collar. He began unbuttoning his robes.

Harry watched, frozen, the import of the moment weighing so heavily on his mind and limbs that he might as well be paralyzed. Which was worse, he wondered, sex with an unconscious Ginny or a half-formed Riddle? And what did men do together anyway?

“She doesn’t have much time,” Riddle said, dropping his robes to the floor and going to work on his shirt. “We must hurry, Harry.”

With those words, Harry felt as if he were released from a spell. He nodded, and then, with shaking fingers, began shedding his clothes. He kept his eyes averted from both Riddle and Ginny, and did the work as quickly as possible, fumbling over buttons and tripping out of shoes.

When he was naked, Harry chanced a look at Riddle. He was as unclothed as Harry, but unlike Harry, whose cock lay quiescent, Riddle’s prick was hard and red. Harry’s stomach tumbled. How could he go through with this? “I… I don’t know what to do.”

Riddle stepped forward, the hungry look in his eyes intensified a hundred fold. “Don’t worry, Harry. I’ll show you all you need to know. I’ll guide you.” He reached forward and wound a frigid hand around Harry’s cock, engulfing it easily in his palm.

Harry gasped from the cold touch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? To have a hand other than your own claiming you.” Riddle licked his lips. “Look down, Harry. See what I’m doing. Know that it is my hand that will bring you pleasure, will bring you to completion.”

Harry kept his eyes focused on Riddle’s face. “How will this help Ginny?”

Riddle stepped closer. He pushed Harry around until his back was to Riddle’s front. He pulled Harry against him and continued stroking his cock.

But now, Harry felt Riddle’s hard prick pushing into his back. He shivered at the cold skin pressed against him, not knowing how he’d even be able to get hard, forget about completion.

From their position, he could see Ginny lying on the floor, looking almost lifeless. Harry felt Riddle lean close to his ear and his breath puff across his skin before Riddle whispered, “You can help Ginny by shifting your focus to her while we perform the sex act. Think about our combined powers healing the girl. Imagine her opening her eyes and rising. You can do that, can’t you, Harry?”

Harry nodded.

“Good.” Riddle shifted around so Ginny was no longer in their sight line. “Close your eyes and enjoy the feelings I’m giving you. Close your eyes, Harry, and heal your friend.”

Harry let his eyes slide closed. He realized he was either getting used to the cold of Tom Riddle or the boy was warming up, because he was no longer uncomfortable. And the hand on his cock was quite nice now, wasn’t it? Harry spread his legs a little, giving Riddle more access.

“Ah, that’s better,” Riddle whispered. Cool lips brushed Harry’s neck, and a hand began stroking and kneading his arse.

When Harry’s cock twitched and then began to fill, he felt a moment of happy victory. He’d be able to do this after all. He’d be able to save Ginny! A hand on his cock and one on his arse weren’t so bad, were they? And so what if it was another boy? Did that really matter?

Riddle’s voice broke the silence. “I have to cast a charm with your wand, Harry, one for lubrication, so don’t be frightened by the odd feeling.

Harry nodded. With his hard cock being stroked, with being cradled like this, he was relaxing into the sensations, thrusting his hips shallowly so he slid further into Riddle’s cool hand.

He felt the wand-tip brush his hip, and heard Riddle mumble an incantation, but didn’t give it much thought until his hole-the one in his arse!-suddenly felt cool and squishy. Harry opened his eyes and stilled his hips, muscles tensing. “What’d you do that for?”

“Hush, now, Harry. Remember, I’m taking care of everything, and we’re doing this to save your friend. You want to save her, don’t you?” His hand on Harry’s cock stilled. “If you don’t, we can stop.” Riddle gave Harry’s prick a soft squeeze.

Harry moaned and again relaxed against Riddle, letting his eyes flutter closed. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”

Riddle chuckled. “I thought not. Am I making you feel good, Harry?”

“Mmmmmm…”

“Good. Such a good boy. And there’s more, Harry. Did you know? There’s still more for you to learn and experience before we’re through.” Riddle ran a tongue-an almost warm tongue-over Harry’s neck, teasing over his pulse point.

Harry’s hips thrust again, a little harder this time.

But Riddle’s hand left his cock and trailed up his stomach to his chest and then left his skin completely.

Harry whined.

“Wait one moment. Just one moment and I will show you pleasures you never dreamed of.”

Harry opened his eyes and took his weight onto his own feet. He wanted to tell Riddle that he was already doing just that, but Riddle had already stepped away. Harry watched as the older boy collected their clothes and made a pile of them at Harry’s feet. “Lay down, Harry. We need the correct position if we are to help your friend.”

Gods, Ginny! He’d almost forgotten Ginny. He couldn’t quite bring himself to flick his eyes toward her, naked and needy as he was, it didn’t seem proper.

Harry nodded and lay down on the clothing, desperate to get Riddle’s hands back on him. Riddle didn’t disappoint. He fell upon Harry, covering his body with his own, licking Harry’s face (which felt odd) and then his lips (which felt less odd).

Harry opened his mouth and Riddle stuck his tongue in and pressed their lips together in the most grown-up kiss Harry could imagine. And, Merlin, it felt good. Harry had never felt so close, so connected, to another person. He wound his arms around Riddle’s neck and pulled him impossibly closer. He thrust his hips experimentally and felt his cock press and slide against Riddles stomach. And, oh, that was spectacular.

Riddle broke the kiss. He pushed up and over so he was to Harry’s side, resting on an elbow. “Look at me, Harry.”

Harry opened his eyes. Riddle was smiling at him, his eyes dark and sparkling. His body barely fuzzy at the edges, almost fully realized now.

Riddle ran a finger down Harry’s cheek. “I would have never expected you to be so passionate, Harry Potter. It will help with the sex magic that you are so willing… so very hungry for my touch.”

Harry felt his cheeks heat. It was one thing for him to want this other boy so badly, but yet another for it to be pointed out so directly.

“Ah. Don’t be embarrassed, Harry. It’s good that you can slip so deeply into passion. Now I will show you the pleasures I promised.”

Riddle shuffled lower, until his head was even with Harry’s cock, and then did something Harry wouldn’t have expected. In his wildest sexual fantasies (which were, to be truthful, only half-formed imaginings of pressure and warmth), Harry wouldn’t have dreamed of anyone sucking his prick into their mouth, or how brilliant, how absolutely mind-blowing, it would feel. He screamed and bucked his hips, sure he would start pulsing at any moment, and then this would be over.

Riddle seemed to sense Harry’s impending orgasm. He pulled his lips from Harry’s cock with an audible pop of released suction, and grinned. “Not yet, Harry. If this is to work, I can’t let you come quite yet.”

Harry could only nod, searching his mind for what exactly they were attempting to make work. Ginny… ah, yes, they were saving Ginny…

“This next part will feel odd for a moment, but it is necessary. Try to stay relaxed, Harry. You are doing so well already, better than I could have ever hoped.”

The praise warmed Harry, made him want to please Riddle-Tom-made him want to share everything with the boy. He felt a finger, almost as warm as his own skin, brush down from his balls to his tailbone and then sweep partially back up again, stopping at his entrance, at that pucker of skin that Harry had never given much thought to. But now, now that he was hard and needy, now that someone was touching him like this for the first time, now even that area of his body, even that place that seemed so dirty, coursed with pleasure.

“I need to enter you. Relax, Harry, and I will show you more.”

Harry fought the almost overpowering urge to tighten up when Tom’s finger pressed against his hole. He breathed shallowly through his mouth, willing the digit to slip in and be done with it. He couldn’t imagine what Tom would want in there, but since he’d shown him nothing but good so far, Harry was willing to wait and see. Sadly, though, his erection was wilting, and with it the feeling that all of this was so wonderful.

Tom’s finger was further in him now, and it felt so strange: not good, but not horrible, either, just weird. Tom stroked the finger in and out gently, crooning to Harry the whole time, “Such a good boy. So beautiful. So needy. I am glad I’ve gotten to see you like this, Harry Potter.”

Harry was getting used to the feeling of being filled down there. It was becoming almost pleasant, if truth be told. Maybe being stroked so tenderly anywhere would feel good. But then Tom bent his finger a little and rubbed against a spot inside, and Harry’s whole body convulsed. Such a pure rush of heat and need zinged through him, that he almost folded in half. He wailed.

Tom chuckled. “Intense, isn’t it? That’s your prostate, Harry. I want you to always remember I was the first one to touch you there… I am the first person to touch you anywhere.” With those words, Tom brought his mouth back to Harry’s cock, while at the same time, slipping a second finger into Harry’s hole.

Harry was willing to do whatever was necessary to keep riding this high. He jutted his hips up so his cock, hard again since the first touch to his prostate, went deeper into Tom’s mouth, and then down, so the fingers in his arse were forced deeper. He felt high, out of control, outside of himself, but more in touch with his own body than ever.

Tom sucked and then hummed.

Harry crested. He cried out as his cock pulsed into Tom’s mouth. He keened as his arse muscles clenched around the fingers inside him, pressing his prostate against a knuckle and making his orgasm that much more intense.

Tom’s mouth pulled off his prick, his fingers slid from Harry’s arse. He whispered, “Always remember I was your first, Harry. I want you to always remember the gift I gave you.”

Harry opened his eyes. “I will.”

Tom’s face held no blurriness now. His sharp features were clear, the hunger still shining from his eyes. It occurred to Harry that while he had gotten completion, Tom had not. Would he expect Harry to take him into his mouth? Harry thought he could do that, was almost excited to try, but Tom’s voice quashed those thoughts.

“It is time for completion now. Sex magic is always penetrative. Do you know what that means, Harry?”

Harry cleared his throat. “No.”

Instead of telling him what he meant, Tom flipped Harry, moving him off the clothes and onto the cold, cold stone floor. Harry’s bum was forced into the air, and before Harry could wonder at this new position, he felt something much larger than fingers pressing against his hole. Whatever it was, it felt like it was pure fire, hot enough to burn.

Harry gasped. “No!”

The thing jabbed forward and entered him, not slow and careful like Tom’s fingers, but fast and hard, and oh, Merlin, it was tearing him apart! When he felt what he believed were Tom’s hips against his arse cheeks, Harry finally realized what it was that was splitting him open: Tom’s prick.

Harry yelled, “No!” again as Tom began thrusting into him. It became a chant as his hips were seized and he was yanked forward and backward, impaled over and over again on that cock that felt as if it burned him with every thrust.

“Nonononononononono…..”

And then it was over. Tom gasped and then stilled. Harry felt a spurt into his channel and knew the other boy had come. The vise-like fingers freed his hips and Harry slumped to the floor. “Why?” he rasped. He rolled over and looked up at Tom. The other boy was already dressing, slipping into his robes.

“Why? Because now I am part of you, Harry Potter. Now there will always be a part of you that is mine.”

Harry shook his head, not understanding.

Tom crouched down next to him. “I have given a gift to myself. No matter what happens in the future, a part of me will always be within you, and I do believe that will be enough to stay your hand if it rises against me once more.”

“Once more?” Harry struggled up onto his elbows, cringing at the pain in his bottom.

“Ah, yes, Harry Potter. Allow me to introduce myself as you already know me." He pulled Harry’s wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words.
TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves:
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT**

Tom stood and turned, pocketing Harry’s wand. He strode toward the chamber door and only looked back once. He only looked back long enough to smile at Harry and then he left, heading toward Ron, toward the rest of the wizarding world.

Harry groaned and sat up. He scrubbed at his face with his fists and sobbed, one long, low cry, before he turned toward Ginny.

At first, for one wild moment, Harry thought the sex magic had worked. Ginny’s eyes were open and she was turned toward him, gaze fixed on his face. But then Harry realized Ginny’s eyes were unseeing, her chest no longer rising and falling on a breath.

Once more he sobbed, and then lay back down, hoping no one would ever find him, wishing to never face the world that held the monster he had given himself to.

~~End~~

** From Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J. K. Rowling. US softcover version.

A/N: This request really made me think.

Would this Tom Riddle be able to touch Harry without being burned? I think so, as Tom was still human, still not purely evil, at the age of 16.

Also, since Tom had been draining Ginny’s soul, would he also now have possession of Ginny’s (admittedly juvenile) desire for Harry?

I don’t know. What do you think?
~~Ann

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