Clothed and Seeming

A/N: After dinner drinks, more conversation, and…just a little bit
more. Heh. ;)

\"If we sleep together will you like me better?
If we come together we\'ll go down forever
If we sleep together will I like you better?
If we come together prove it now or never…\"—Garbage, \"Sleep Together\"

/…/ signifies parseltongue

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Going back to the plush office, Harry, Tom and Lucius talked about
nothing of importance, light banter passing between them.

When they entered the room, Lucius went to the bar and asked, \"Have
you ever had scotch, Harry?\"

Shaking his head, the young wizard said, \"No. The extent of my
drinking is some Elderflower wine at the Weasley\'s home one summer,
and some Firewhiskey once. I\'ve never tried it.\"

Watching carefully as the blonde man pulled out a snifter and poured
some of the amber liquid in, Harry accepted the drink, and the Death
Eater told him, \"Sip this. Don\'t drink it too quickly or you\'ll get
sick, and don\'t gulp it. That scotch is older than you are. It\'s
meant to be savored, not guzzled. Drink just enough to fill your
mouth, let it roll around a bit and taste the individual flavors,
then swallow it carefully.\"

Nodding, the boy took his drink and sat on the couch, near Tom, who
was back in the same chair as before, and waited as Lucius poured
the other two drinks. Taking an experimental sip, he noted the
slightly sweet taste, with hints of treacle and toffee, and ending
with a hint of dark chocolate. He felt the slight burn as it went
down his throat for the first time, keeping in mind not to drink too
hastily.

\"What do you think, Harry?\" wondered Tom. \"Did you like it? It\'s one
of my personal favorite brands.\"

\"It was different,\" admitted the boy, \"but I enjoyed it. It\'s not as
bitter as I thought it would be. It was kind of sweet. I could taste
toffee in there somewhere, as well as chocolate.\"

\"Then you have a good palate, Harry. Develop it further, and you\'ll
be able to enjoy some of the finer things in life,\" commented Lucius
as Tom nodded his approval.

Looking at the young Gryffindor once more, Voldemort appraised the
emerald eyed wizard thoughtfully, a million questions on his mind.
Harry sensed the Dark Lord\'s curiosity, and he looked at the garnet
eyes fixed on him, arching an eyebrow in a silent query.

\"I was just thinking, Harry,\" mused Tom. \"How alike we are, with
similar childhoods, similar looks, and, after listening to you
tonight, similar intelligence and cunning. How in all the gods\'
names did you end up in Gryffindor, and why did you come here
tonight? That question bothers me the most. You\'re the Golden Boy
after all. I don\'t understand.\"

Taking another sip of his drink and mulling over a response, Harry
swallowed more of the strong drink and looked at the raven haired
Slytherin. \"Well, like I said, some of your magic is in me, and
we\'re connected to each other. I suppose that\'s what gives me my
Slytherin side. But my father was a Maurader, and the heir of
Gryffindor. I pulled Godric\'s sword in the Chamber of Secrets. I
guess my desire to go anywhere else other than Slytherin was so
strong that the hat had no choice but to agree.\"

Both men looked at the young wizard and watched the inner dialogue
on his face. The boy came to a self satisfied conclusion and looked
back at both men. \"As for the whole Golden Boy image, I hate it. I
lived in the Muggle world, locked in a cupboard under the stairs for
eleven years, being told that my parents died in a car crash and
that I was a burden, and a worthless freak. I knew nothing of magic,
or of this world at all. Then I come here, and find to my utter
shock that I\'m not the freak I had been told I was all my life, but
a wizard. And not just any wizard, but one that\'s expected to save a
world he knows nothing about because I had done it before without
even knowing it.\" An unreadable expression crossed his face and the
boy continued. \" The Golden Boy image was created for me. Ron\'s
reaction on the train when I first met him proved it, and I found
that out the hard way just how ingrained it was in people my second
year when my parselmouth ability came out during a duel. I saw
nothing abnormal about it, but everyone treated me as a pariah. They
had deified and elevated me over the years to such a pure status of
goodness and light that anything that didn\'t fit made me worse than
you. It was as if I had cast the killing curse on my parents myself.\"

The two Slytherin considered the young brunette\'s words, and Lucius
finally turned to him. \"So you\'ve never wanted your fame, or the
burdens and expectations placed on you.\" Harry shook his head
emphatically. \"But why turn to your enemy, to the man who caused you
all that misery to begin with, in order to solve it?\"

A wry grin crossed the boy\'s face and he looked at the Death
Eater. \"Living in the Muggle world, as sheltered as I was, my refuge
were the books that were in the house, which none of my relatives
ever read. They bought them for show, presumably to give the
impression that they were intellectuals,\" he laughed. \"I found a
book this summer that had a quote which made me think. It
said, `Love your enemies just in case your friends turn out to be a
bunch of bastards.\' That made a lot of sense to me. On the one hand,
yes, we\'ve been enemies, but at least it\'s been constant. It has
never wavered. I\'ve fallen out with my friends and had them turn on
me in a heartbeat over the years. At least with you,\" he said to
Voldemort, \"I knew where I stood on a consistent basis.\"

\"And that knowledge is what motivated you?\" asked the crimson eyed
man.

\"Yes. I knew that if I could bridge that gap between us, and work
this out to where we both get what we want, then we could know each
other better, even if we don\'t change ourselves,\" he replied, to the
wonder of the two men before him. \"I wouldn\'t expect either of you
to all of a sudden start praising Hufflepuffs or kissing Muggle
babies, just as you wouldn\'t expect me to lose my mind one morning
and murder everyone at Hogwarts. We know and understand each other
well enough, at least on some level. Working with that
understanding, I believed, was the only way to solve both of our
problems.\"

Reaching out an aristocratic hand to push a stray curl back, Lucius
ran his hand through Harry\'s hair and said, \"Truly remarkable, boy.
Not many people would have had the courage to do this.\" He saw the
young wizard\'s slight shiver at his touch, and lightly traced his
fingers across the Gryffindor\'s cheek and jawline, noticing that
while the lad was doing an admirable job of keeping his composure,
his skin still enflamed at the caress.

Leaning over and taking the drink from Harry\'s hand, placing it on
the table, the blonde Slytherin turned to fully face the jade eyed
boy and studied him closely, his hand on Harry\'s neck, aware of the
racing pulse beneath it. \"Not to mention the fact that you are
unbearably beautiful, Harry. Beautiful, intelligent, strong, brave,
cunning…a tempting package indeed,\" he purred. \"Perhaps we can work
out more than just a strategic advantage, no?\" As his voice trailed
off, Lucius closed the distance between the two of them and brought
his lips down on the young wizard\'s, softly at first, his tongue
tracing Harry\'s bottom lip and his teeth lightly nipping it, causing
a gasp to escape the boy.

Taking that as his cue, the long haired blonde slipped his tongue
inside the younger man\'s mouth, coaxing a kiss out of him. At first
tentative, Harry soon began to return the favor, lightly sucking on
Lucius\' tongue, eliciting a groan from the older wizard, and their
kiss deepened, the two men moving closer together.

From his vantage point, Tom licked his lips at the sight. They were
truly gorgeous together, and if they could make it work, this added
component would make any compromises he\'d have to make for power far
more bearable. Harry was truly delicious, and he loved his Lucius.
Having them together would be ideal.

Finally breaking apart, the Death Eater looked at the Gryffindor and
softly said, \"What do you say, Harry? Would you be interested in a
more…intimate sort of alliance between us?\" Lost in those intense
steel gray eyes, it was all over. Harry groaned at the words and
pulled Lucius back to him whispering a single, \"Yes\" as they came
together once more.

Running his hands down the boy\'s sides, then up the middle of his
chest, Lucius removed the jacket that Harry was wearing and cast it
aside, feeling the soft silk beneath his hands, giving a small hint
of the lithe, athletic body it was concealing. He had to have more.
This child had to be naked, hard, and panting, and as soon as
possible. Growling into the kiss once more, the blonde Slytherin
cupped the back of Harry\'s head in his hand, threading his fingers
into that untamed, ebony hair, while his other hand settled on the
small of the Gryffindor\'s back.

When air became an issue, the two men pulled apart once more, the
green eyed wizard tracing his thumb on the bottom lip of the man who
was holding him. A dazed, lustful look passed between them, and they
smiled softly at each other. \"Amazing, Harry. You really are
exquisite,\" slurred Lucius as he stole another brief kiss before
shifting again, and moving to get up.

Pulling the teenager to his feet, the Death Eater felt a hand on his
shoulder and turned to face his lover. The look in Tom\'s eyes was
both full of adoration and desire, as well as a burning need.
Nodding in understanding, he moved aside casually, and Harry Potter
soon found himself in the arms of the one man he\'d never expected—
Tom Riddle. Deep garnet eyes scrutinized the jade ones before him,
and a seductive grin came to the Dark Lord\'s lips. Tilting the
boy\'s chin up slightly, Voldemort leaned in and took the young boy
into a deep, probing kiss of his own, the two rivals tasting each
other for the first time.

Harry\'s mind reeled at the realization. Here he was, in the arms of
the man who had killed his parents, and who had caused him such pain
and torment over the years, yet he was strangely drawn in. This was
so wrong, on so many different levels, yet just the same, it all
felt so right. It felt natural, like he should have been here, with
Tom, all along. Any guilt he was feeling was overshadowed by the
feel of those sinful lips on his, and those powerful hands running
over his body.

Sure, he\'d had some experiences before—goddess bless Seamus Finnigan
and his wicked Irish ways-- but nothing could have prepared him for
this. These two dangerous, utterly seductive men wanted him. He
didn\'t have any illusions of love at first sight or anything of the
sort, but he couldn\'t help but revel in the fact that he was
desired, and that the two Slytherin wanted to take him, possess him
and make him theirs. That knowledge made him feel alive.

The Dark Lord edged closer, and brought his hips flush with Harry\'s,
their arousals coming into contact with each other through their
clothing, causing both men to groan at the sensation. \"Shall we take
this to the bedroom, then?\" asked Tom, looking at the Gryffindor
with a glint in his crimson eyes. Not trusting his voice, emerald
green eyes looked up to ruby and nodded silently, and Voldemort took
him by the hand, walking him across the hall to the bedchamber,
Lucius flanked on Harry\'s other side.

Taking the young Gryffindor into his arms once more, Lucius savored
the taste of the boy, their drinks from earlier combined with a
faint hint of Tom\'s kiss, and the natural essence that was Harry\'s.
Walking the boy towards the bed without ever breaking the kiss, the
Death Eater and the green eyed wizard kicked off their shoes and
socks as they made their way, locked in a passionate embrace. Tom
stood back a bit, removing his own jacket, shoes and socks, and
waiting to see what happened.

Bringing his hands up to the collar of the jade silk shirt, the long
haired blonde began to slowly undo every button, his eyes fixed on
the gleaming ivory skin that was slowly being revealed to both him
and his lover. His mouth watered in anticipation of kissing that
skin, which smelled faintly of a sandalwood soap, but which was
blessedly free of artificial colognes.

Divesting the lad of his shirt, both men let out a sharp intake of
breath. He was beautiful. Toned, muscled form, clearly honed by
years on a broom greeted them, his pectoral muscles well defined,
and a tight, flat abdomen showing just a hint of black hair that
went below the waist of his pants. Simply ravishing.

Picking Harry up and laying him in the center of the bed, Lucius
laid down on one side, and left the other open for Tom, the two men
letting their eyes wander appreciatively over the body of the boy
beneath them. Sharing a kiss, the Dark Lord and the Death Eater
smiled at each other and looked at the emerald eyed lad on their
bed. As the blonde began to work at stripping the boy of his slacks
and boxers, the brunette drew his young rival into another deep kiss
and let his hands wander all over the youthful chest that was there
for him.

Caught in sensory overload, all Harry could do was feel as Tom\'s
kiss drew him further and further in, that expert tongue tangling
with his and gliding around his mouth, tasting and exploring him
perfectly. The crimson eyed wizard then began to nip and lick a
trail down his jaw to his neck, then down his chest, where he began
to tease and lave one of the Gryffindor\'s dusky nipples as he ran
his thumb lightly across the other. Threading his hands through the
thick ebony hair within his reach, the green eyed lad arched his
back into the talented ministrations he was feeling, and he groaned.

The boy was dimly cognizant of Lucius unbuckling his belt and
pulling his slacks off, casting them aside casually, and he felt the
blonde begin a series of soft kisses and caresses from the tops of
his feet up his legs, finally reaching over to the black silk boxer
shorts he still had on. Tenderly blowing some hot air over Harry\'s
arousal, the blonde was rewarded with a moan which was swallowed by
Voldemort, who was once again sucking the boy\'s soul out of his body
in a deep kiss. Smiling to himself, he hooked his fingers in the
waistband and began to slowly pull down the final garment on the
Gryffindor\'s body, marveling at the beauty that was revealed to him.

Reaching out to lightly nudge his lover, Lucius managed to get Tom\'s
attention and, taking the younger wizard\'s arousal in hand, he drew
the dark haired Slytherin into a kiss of his own, as both men softly
trailed their fingers up and down Harry\'s shaft, causing the green
eyed boy to buck his hips and groan at the sight in front of him.

Awareness didn\'t last long, however, as Harry found himself encased
in a slick, wet heat, and he shuddered and moaned loudly once more.
Tom leaned back in and began to kiss him in earnest again as Lucius
took him into that practiced mouth in a slow, steady rhythm designed
to arouse him further, but keep him on edge just the same. Threading
one hand in the ebony curls of the man kissing him and the other in
the long, platinum hair of the man devouring him, the young wizard
was floored by the combined efforts of the two Slytherin.

Breaking apart from Tom\'s sinful taste, Harry managed to say, \"Not…
not fair.\"

Deep ruby eyes looked at him with amusement. \"What\'s not fair,
love?\" purred the Dark Lord.

Glowing emerald eyes looked back, and the Gryffindor found his
voice. \"I\'m naked, and you\'re not,\" and before either man could
react, the young wizard summoned his wand to him and in one simple
charm, had stripped the other two men bare. Taking advantage of
Lucius\' momentary surprise, Harry hauled the blonde up to him and
reversed their positions, pinning the Death Eater to the mattress
below with a surprising strength that neither man had counted on.

Peering down into ethereal gray eyes, Harry growled with desire and
brought his mouth down on Lucius\', kissing him deeply as he ground
his erection into the man below him, who hissed sharply and grasped
his hips. It was hard for the blonde to believe that this was the
same boy he\'d met all those years ago and who defied him by setting
Dobby free. The body above his was not that of a boy, but a man, and
the way he carried himself was of someone far older than their years.

As the raven haired boy made his way down the blonde\'s body,
kissing, nipping, laving and teasing, he ran his hands over the
planes of sinew and muscle beneath him, marveling in the strength
hidden by the aristocratic persona of Lucius Malfoy. There was
clearly far more to the older man than he\'d suspected, and he looked
forward to finding out as much as he could about the Death Eater.
Hopefully, there would be more opportunities after this one, he
thought to himself.

Watching his young rival reduce his lover to a quivering mass of
need, Tom knelt up behind Harry and began to kiss a trail down the
Gryffindor\'s back, making it clear to the lad where the night was
headed. He summoned his own wand to him, and as Harry leaned over
and took Lucius in his mouth, Voldemort cast a quick lubrication
charm and began preparing the emerald eyed teenager for what was
about to happen.

Sliding a finger deep inside that tight ring of muscle, Tom\'s breath
caught in his throat at the groan that came from Harry as he worked
on the blonde Slytherin, whose hands were threaded into that untamed
black mass and who arched his hips up further, pushing more of
himself into that sweet, teasing throat. Beginning to move his
finger in and out in a steady rhythm, the Dark Lord nipped at the
boy\'s earlobe and latched his mouth onto the cord of the boy\'s neck,
sucking on the skin and bringing blood to the surface, marking the
Gryffindor as his.

Another groan escaped the young wizard, and he about died when a
second finger was added, Tom\'s next stroke hitting his prostate
perfectly. Stars shone behind his eyes and it took all his self
control not to bite down hard on the erection in his mouth as he
gave in to the pleasure coursing through him. His hips bucked
backwards into the hand that was currently driving him insane, a
growl and moan accompanying the move, and a small smirk of triumph
crossed the Dark Lord\'s face at the response. The child was his. No
matter what would happen now, and regardless of what he would have
to give up for power, Harry belonged to him now. He couldn\'t be more
pleased. All that remained was breaking down the last bits of
hesitation.

Adding a third finger and stretching the boy out even more,
Voldemort stopped kissing and sucking on Harry\'s neck to take a
closer look at his two lovers. Lucius was almost gone, the
Gryffindor\'s talent with his mouth obvious. Tom could see that the
teen was taking the Death Eater almost all the way in on each
thrust, and that at their current pace, the two would not last much
longer. He slowed his movements slightly, getting a whine and moan
from Harry, the boy all but begging to be taken at that point. Well,
who was he to disappoint the lad?

Removing his hand and positioning himself, the ruby eyed Slytherin
began easing himself, inch by glorious inch, into the gorgeous body
below his, running his hands up the boy\'s flanks and bringing his
chest flush with the boy\'s back, his tongue snaking out and tracing
the shell of the Gryffindor\'s ear. He then began to speak to his
young lover, the syllables flowing freely, the words chosen
carefully to drive Harry over the edge.

/Do you feel that, young serpent?/ slurred Tom, the parseltongue
catching both of Voldemort\'s lovers off guard. /Do you?/

Harry groaned and arched into the man who was entering him at an
agonizing pace.

/Only I can share this with you, Harry. Only I can give you this.
Only I can make you feel this way,/ said the Dark Lord huskily.

Removing his mouth from Lucius\' erection and throwing his head back,
Harry hissed in response.

/Yes…Please Tom, more…/ The breathlessness in the child\'s voice
alerted the raven haired Slytherin that the boy was close.

Lucius was thunderstruck. Of course, he had over the years heard Tom
use the serpentine language, but he had never heard it used in bed,
and with that amount of passion coming from the man. Whatever he was
saying to the younger boy, he obviously felt it deeply, and the
otherworldly conversation just made the blonde reel.

Tom continued his aural assault on the lad as he finally sheathed
himself in that sinfully tight heat, and he began to move.

/You\'re so beautiful, Harry. Such a gorgeous, sweet body…fucking you
is truly a remarkable experience…/ hissed the older wizard. /Do you
like it, boy? Do you want this?/

/Yes,/ was the lustful reply. /Anything. Everything. It\'s all yours.
Just don\'t stop. Don\'t ever stop…/ Circling his hips and pushing
back into the man who was now moving faster, Harry leaned forward
once more and took the blonde back into his mouth.

The intensity and pace quickened, none of the men wanting to draw
the experience out any longer. Whimpers and cries filled the air and
increased in volume as climax quickly approached.

When Tom reached around Harry and stroked the boy in time with his
thrusts, it was all over. Muscles clamped down on him and the
Gryffindor groaned hard, unable to do much more, his orgasm fierce.
This triggered the Death Eater\'s, and Lucius moaned out Harry\'s name
as he thrust forcefully down that skilled throat one last time,
coming hard. A few more strong thrusts into that shivering body, and
the Dark Lord tumbled over the edge, pulling the boy up off of his
lover and embracing him tightly as he released himself, hissing out
the Gryffindor\'s name in parseltongue in the process.

Collapsing forward into Lucius\' strong arms, Harry found himself
kissed hungrily by the blonde as the triad of wizards calmed down,
their heartbeats slowing and soft caresses passing between them.
Settling down next to the Death Eater, Harry moved to go to sleep
when Tom rolled him over slightly, gazing into those fathomless
green eyes with a deep garnet gaze of his own.

/You were magnificent, Harry,/ said Voldemort. /Stunning. Thank
you,/ hissed the Slytherin heir.

/And thank you, Tom. You were amazing as well,/ he replied shyly, a
small smile passing between them.

/Sleep now, child. We have a lot to plan for, and after what we just
shared, we both need the rest,/ chuckled Tom as he planted a kiss on
the Gryffindor\'s forehead and settled the lad between him and
Lucius, the three men giving in and falling into deep, dreamless
slumber.

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