[Harry Potter] Power play - Tom/Lucius, PG
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“I hate you, Lucius. In fact, I hate everything. Except for power maybe. That I can…enjoy,” Tom idly toyed with one of the dark artifacts that Lucius gave him and refused to look at the giver behind him.
“Tom…you know you’ll have that power. It takes time. How do you like the present I gave you?” said Lucius, obviously ignoring the comment that Tom hated him.
In a dangerous tone, Tom said, “What did I tell you about calling me by that name?”
“That it should only be uttered where there are people who do not know your true name…but I must say that I feel more comfortable by calling you by your birth name. It’s a bit off putting to say Voldemort,” Lucius made a grimace when saying the name, “Especially in bed.”
“If you can’t say the name, then just call me your lord or master,” Tom slowly put the artifact down on the table he was standing at, still refusing to look at Lucius.
“You aren’t anyone’s master or lord yet, Tom.”
In his typical fashion when Tom felt insulted by someone, he suddenly went into a rage and grabbed Lucius by the hair close to his scalp and pointed his wand at Lucius’s throat.
“I’d better be your lord and master or I won’t be in your bed anymore. You’ll never have me below you screaming out your name. It will always be you below me. And I’ve heard you behind my back calling me a dirty, tainted half-blood and that you think you can control me by giving me power over you in bed and that will keep me happy. Haven’t you realized that the only thing that will make me happy is more power and you haven’t been keeping your side of the bargain.”
Lucius swallowed, “I’m sorry, my lord, that I have not yet introduced you to most of pureblood society here, but you’re a half-blood…”
At the mention of being a half-blood, Tom tightened his grip, “Then don’t tell them that I am one. Just like I did with your parents when they were looking for a Dark Arts teacher for you. I was the most respectable looking person that they reviewed and they naturally assumed I was pureblood.”
“They still wonder what your last name is…my lord.”
“And as I’ve told you, I told them that I have none. Now…I hear that there’s a holiday ball tonight. You will take me there. That is an order, not a request.”
Lucius hid his annoyance and tonelessly said, “Yes, my lord.”
Turning pleasant suddenly as he turned mean, Tom let go of Lucius. “Now, you will help me chose what to wear,” and he started to walk to his room.
Lucius followed, wondering how he turned into a servant to this man rather than being just a student.
“I hate you, Lucius. In fact, I hate everything. Except for power maybe. That I can…enjoy,” Tom idly toyed with one of the dark artifacts that Lucius gave him and refused to look at the giver behind him.
“Tom…you know you’ll have that power. It takes time. How do you like the present I gave you?” said Lucius, obviously ignoring the comment that Tom hated him.
In a dangerous tone, Tom said, “What did I tell you about calling me by that name?”
“That it should only be uttered where there are people who do not know your true name…but I must say that I feel more comfortable by calling you by your birth name. It’s a bit off putting to say Voldemort,” Lucius made a grimace when saying the name, “Especially in bed.”
“If you can’t say the name, then just call me your lord or master,” Tom slowly put the artifact down on the table he was standing at, still refusing to look at Lucius.
“You aren’t anyone’s master or lord yet, Tom.”
In his typical fashion when Tom felt insulted by someone, he suddenly went into a rage and grabbed Lucius by the hair close to his scalp and pointed his wand at Lucius’s throat.
“I’d better be your lord and master or I won’t be in your bed anymore. You’ll never have me below you screaming out your name. It will always be you below me. And I’ve heard you behind my back calling me a dirty, tainted half-blood and that you think you can control me by giving me power over you in bed and that will keep me happy. Haven’t you realized that the only thing that will make me happy is more power and you haven’t been keeping your side of the bargain.”
Lucius swallowed, “I’m sorry, my lord, that I have not yet introduced you to most of pureblood society here, but you’re a half-blood…”
At the mention of being a half-blood, Tom tightened his grip, “Then don’t tell them that I am one. Just like I did with your parents when they were looking for a Dark Arts teacher for you. I was the most respectable looking person that they reviewed and they naturally assumed I was pureblood.”
“They still wonder what your last name is…my lord.”
“And as I’ve told you, I told them that I have none. Now…I hear that there’s a holiday ball tonight. You will take me there. That is an order, not a request.”
Lucius hid his annoyance and tonelessly said, “Yes, my lord.”
Turning pleasant suddenly as he turned mean, Tom let go of Lucius. “Now, you will help me chose what to wear,” and he started to walk to his room.
Lucius followed, wondering how he turned into a servant to this man rather than being just a student.