No. 2 Bargaining - Harry Potter: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter
Title: Anything
Author: Evilremmy
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter
Theme: Five stages of denial - N. 2 Bargaining
Rating: Pg-13
A.N. Hey, I might get them done before the deadline, this week. This is going to be exciting!
“I know the future,” Harry breathed, desperately, struggling against the bonds that held his arms - and thus his body - upright in the centre of the room. Riddle was walking around him, stroking him and pinching him. He was like a Sultan inspecting a new member of his harem.
Riddle merely smirked, and continued his exploration, using his wand to shred Harry’s clothing, so that it fell to the floor one strip at a time. His hands were cold on his bare skin. They left burning paths behind them when they were gone. “Anything you know,” he drawled, after a long moment, “Is something that I can find out - willing or unwilling.”
Harry drew in a sudden breath as Riddle’s long fingers brushed firmly over one revealed nipple. Riddle drew back, and looked up with interest in his deep brown eyes. “Just let me down,” he tried, “I’ll do anything you want, just let me down from here. You don’t have to do this…”
But Riddle had no interest in temporary submission - that was, until Harry inevitably saw a chance at some manner of foolish escape attempt - he wanted the boy to be broken: the first of his unwilling sheep. His future greatest enemy reduced to nothing but a toy; the boy who would kill him suffering in advance.
“You have nothing to offer me,” Riddle told him, with his voice like sorbet, stripping off the last of the fabric of his shirt. “Don’t forget that, Harry.”
Author: Evilremmy
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter
Theme: Five stages of denial - N. 2 Bargaining
Rating: Pg-13
A.N. Hey, I might get them done before the deadline, this week. This is going to be exciting!
“I know the future,” Harry breathed, desperately, struggling against the bonds that held his arms - and thus his body - upright in the centre of the room. Riddle was walking around him, stroking him and pinching him. He was like a Sultan inspecting a new member of his harem.
Riddle merely smirked, and continued his exploration, using his wand to shred Harry’s clothing, so that it fell to the floor one strip at a time. His hands were cold on his bare skin. They left burning paths behind them when they were gone. “Anything you know,” he drawled, after a long moment, “Is something that I can find out - willing or unwilling.”
Harry drew in a sudden breath as Riddle’s long fingers brushed firmly over one revealed nipple. Riddle drew back, and looked up with interest in his deep brown eyes. “Just let me down,” he tried, “I’ll do anything you want, just let me down from here. You don’t have to do this…”
But Riddle had no interest in temporary submission - that was, until Harry inevitably saw a chance at some manner of foolish escape attempt - he wanted the boy to be broken: the first of his unwilling sheep. His future greatest enemy reduced to nothing but a toy; the boy who would kill him suffering in advance.
“You have nothing to offer me,” Riddle told him, with his voice like sorbet, stripping off the last of the fabric of his shirt. “Don’t forget that, Harry.”