Carte Blanche (TMR/HP)

Chapter 1 - The bargain

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Carte Blanche


Harry looked into the amused silver eyes and shivered waiting for the man's answer. He still couldn't believe the fact that he'd finally managed to accomplish his seemingly impossible goal but the evidence was standing in front of him in the form of a tall, dark lithe man whose light eyes gleamed in a pale imitation of suppressed curiosity at his proposal.

It had taken him weeks to convince Hermione of his plan as she'd been dubious from the start about the end result and the consequence's involving him. He had impatiently shrugged her off reminding her that either way his life was fucked and at least this way he had a choice. In the end reluctant as she had been, she promised him full support in his risky endeavour.

The boy studying him was older than him by at least one year and Harry wondered a little anxiously if he would agree, the thoughtful figure speaking and quietly addressing him however stopped his nervous musings as he spoke mockingly, “tell me Harry are you truly willing to give yourself up to me?" He flushed at the hateful question but nodded and said to make sure his intentions were fully understood, “you can do anything you want with me, provided you don't kill me however," Harry finished drily and watched the full smirk forming on the boy's face. Thinking not for the first time since he'd come here how terribly foolish he was being not to mention how reckless his actions truly were, Harry's mind rant was suddenly interrupted by the shrewd eyed boy who murmured softly, “are you offering me carte blanche Harry?" "Yes," he replied back relieved, thinking that atleast absolute power over him was different than being dead and no use to his friends and loved one's, even if he was imprisoning himself into utter servitude to the grinning man in front of him, whose barely concealed eagerness made him wary and nervous. Thanks’ to Hermione's innate secretive nature his plan had every chance of succeeding however. The figure spoke again making Harry shiver in reaction to hearing the dark dangerous drawl, "you want me to refrain from creating them again, don't you Harry? I am going to be given another chance at life because of your Gryffindorish sensibilities, how quaint,!" Harry grimaced and shook his head weakly before clearing his throat nervously and replying a little hesitantly, “the whole point of offering you myself is so you won't make them again," he stopped speaking frustrated a little that the boy was being deliberately obtuse and arrogant.

This was the saviour, this weak insipid halfling with the tufts of messy jet black hair in disordered disarray all over his head, the ludicrously large emerald coloured eyes and lush rosy lips. It was amusing and ironic that the child personified the Slytherin colours and yet loathed Slytherin with an obsession bordering on the absurd. He was too pale by half and so thin, it was truly a miracle that a strong gust of wind hadn't blown him away at some point. The English weather, especially around the moors surrounding Hogwarts was known for its formidable reputation he thought sardonically. Foolish Gryffindor bravery aside the proposal was truly both delicious and fascinating at the same time. He was also curious about the girl - a mudblood no less - whose truly extraordinary knowledge of magic had helped the chosen one and brought him here. Thinking of the wondrous possibilities the "proposal" would allow him, he smirked dangerously knowing the saviour's naivety and gullibility was at play here, if he could truly come to him of all people and ask such a thing of him. It was ridiculous what the boy was asking of him but always the pragmatic he knew the most practical thing to do for now was to acquiesce. He walked slowly towards Potter whose body had started trembling, tusking lightly he whispered softly, “come here Harry,." It was obvious that Potter was reluctant to do so but as the matter was redundant anyway, he gave in his shoulders slumped in defeat. He smiled at the small obedience and quickly grabbed the boy's fragile ivory neck. He licked at the expanse of skin revealed and growled huskily, but the figure in his arm was stiff and unyielding his breathing shallow and deep. Snarling in anger he pushed Potter away and muttered viciously, “if you cannot bear my touch Potter, I am afraid we have no bargain..."

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as he murmured softly, “you call this a bargain? I am to be your catamite, your toy and you call it a bargain! Its not one, I don't have a choice in this and you won't do it without payment." His eyes filled with tears and he was suddenly angry at showing his weakness to the smug bastard who'd raised his eyebrow in mockery as if to disdain such theatrics as beyond him. Harry shivered again, looking into those cold pale eyes he saw no softness and no mercy. Sighing in renewed despair he forced his leaden legs to walk towards the other boy and cover the small distance between him. Standing close in front of him so his chest was nearly touching the one facing him, Harry slowly reached for the other's arms and gently ensured that they encircled his waist. Breathing deeply his heart thumping faster and faster he laid his head on the man's breast and closed his eyes as his own arms went around the lean hips...

He laughed softly and could suddenly believe why Potter was regarded as the "chosen one." He tightened his embrace and felt a delicate shudder rack the slim leonine body. His palms slid over pert round buttocks and Potter suddenly jerked, as if to move completely away from him, angry again, he raised a hand and slid it into the soft locks of jet black hair jerking his head back harshly as he brought his face close up to the terrified one below him, green eyes wide lips reddened as teeth scored at them anxiously and suddenly impatient he growled low, “relax Harry." His eyes fell down again to those pouty lips and he couldn't wait anymore as he closed his mouth over them, choking Potters whimper and his husky needy groan. His tongue demanded entrance but Potter was obviously stubborn so he bit them harshly and Potter's inevitable gasp finally allowed him into the sweet hot cavern of his mouth. He battled albeit gently with the boy's tongue dominating him into erotic submission as in delighted triumph he felt the boy's hands tighten around him, utterly subjugated in his arms as he uttered a desperate raw moan even his own lips couldn't silence. Kissing him softly now as his haste was quietened he withdrew little by little as only his lips were now touching the ones of the boy saviour. A final lick later he raised his head and in sardonic amusement surveyed the delightfully rumpled Harry Potter whose lips simply looked ravished and if his gaze was anything to go by he seemed stupefied as well. Smirking as he raised an eyebrow at Potter's reluctance to leave his arms, he nearly laughed when Potter quickly stumbled away from him. He knew what he wanted and it was all thanks to the shocked boy standing facing him staring at him with a bemused expression.

He felt a little numb at the sensations still running through him as he stared at the smirking man in front of him, lust clearly visible in his silver eyes. The words he whispered softly however stunned him into shocked unmoving stillness as Tom Marvolo Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort smiled like the predator he was said triumph clear in his smug voice, "we have a bargain Harry"...

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