"France," Hadrian explained, watching Tom move towards his trunk and pull out his Potions kit. "The boarder between France and Britain, Grindelwald will gather forces in Britain and begin to attack, nothing big, when Dumbledore realized how close he was he challenged Gellert to a duel, which he accepted. The duel is considered the most 'legendary' duel in recent magical history, lasting three hours, until eventually Dumbledore beat Gellert and he was transported back to Germany, where he was imprisoned in his own jail, and that is where he remained until you killed him, part of Gellert still loved Dumbledore even then, he refused to give you what you wanted."
Tom glanced up his lip curling, as he moved around, there was something still bothering him though, uncorking the potion he swallowed half, sighing in relief as the aches and pains disappeared. He passed over the vial, letting Hadrian take it, "Why wait that long? Was he really so reluctant to cause harm to his ex-boyfriend?" he sneered the words.
"Harm?" Hadrian said blankly, after drinking the potion, "He only went out there and duelled Gellert to save his own hide…to keep his secrets hidden."
"I don't understand," Tom said blankly.
"The plans Gellert and Albus made when they were teenagers, to be the kind overlords of the Muggle and Magical population, he wanted the Muggle world to find out about them, wanted to rule them. Or how about the fact he didn't want to find out whether it was him or Gellert who killed his sister, Ariana. Basically Grindelwald was doing what both he and Dumbledore wanted to do. The pair of them are obsessed with the Deathly Hallows, hell bent on owning all three of them. Gellert managed to track the one item that should have been logically the most difficult to find. Thankfully though my family kept the cloak a secret, and obviously the Gaunts didn't know what they had and it kept them safe…" Hadrian informed him, stretching out languidly, "He just wanted to make sure his secrets remained just that…a secret, Dumbledore was gaining power, even before Grindelwald was taken down, but it was the catalyst that made him who he is in my day. Only thing was, his goals had changed, he no longer wanted to lord over the Muggles, but he definitely wanted the Eld… well I'll be damned…the Elder wand, Dumbledore might have actually also been after the Elder wand."
"I see," Tom replied, his lip curling and his eyes were twinkling viciously, all knowing Dumbledore wasn't as heroic as he wanted to be seen as…and definitely wouldn't, not if he and Hadrian had anything to say about it. The thought of the power Dumbledore would gain with Gellert's defeat caused him a great deal of consternation. It truly alarmed him how much power he gained by a single duel and what he had done during that time too. If they were the ones to do it, that meant they might just get lucky and be recognized in the same manner as Dumbledore although as young as he was…he knew it wasn't possible that they'd get the same recognition. At least not right away, his gaze found Hadrian and his thoughts stuttered to a stop, what was he doing thinking about Dumbledore on his bonding night? Especially seeing as Hadrian was spread out on their bed, wearing practically nothing, and what a sight it was, unconsciously licking his lips, causing Hadrian to bite his lip at the sight of raw unfretted desire on Tom's face.
"You're a bit over dressed," Hadrian said salaciously, green eyes brighter than normal, as he slid off the bed, and made his way over to Tom. Hooking his arms around his neck allowing their lips to meet, a shiver running down his back as Tom caressed his bare skin; desire began to coil within him as it always did when he touched him. Removing his right hand from Tom's hair and neck, he began to unbutton his shirt one at a time until they were all undone. Hadrian pressed his hand against Tom's chest and glided it upwards, a smug smile spreading across his face as Tom gasped when he playfully squeezed one of his nipples.
Tom grew impatient, wishing to feel Hadrian's skin against his own, shrugging off his shirt, he undid his trousers and quickly escaped their confines. Using his big toe to remove his socks, naked as the day he was born, all the while his hands roamed around Hadrian's back, feeling the quivering of desire and Goosebumps sprayed out all over him. His Hadrian didn't have a single scar, his body was perfection, and even with scars he would have been perfect to him. There was nothing on Hadrian that showed just what a magnificent person he was, how powerful and how utterly determined he was.
And he was all his.
Backing towards the bed, causing Hadrian to 'oomph' as he backed too close and ended up falling onto the bed.
"I think you're the one that's over dressed," Tom pointed out, as he joined Hadrian on the bed, relishing in the moan that tore from Hadrian's throat as he sat on top of him, feeling him trying to arch into him to gain some friction. He made sure that Hadrian didn't, he wanted tonight to be the best, so that Hadrian could never forget it no matter how long they lived(and they would live), he planned on completely ravishing Hadrian and giving him the best pleasure possible. He had done his research for months, he was pretty confident he knew exactly what to do.
"And you're talking too much," Hadrian grunted, twisting them both around until Tom was lying underneath him with a disgruntled look on his face causing Hadrian to laugh breathlessly, green eyes gleaming like emeralds. The feel of Tom's engorging member pressing against his chest, made him lick his lips. It always aroused him like nothing else when he was able to elicit the most delightful sounds from Tom, to see him so out of control, impatient for more, knowing nobody else would ever get to see Tom so vulnerable, and Tom did consider it vulnerable but he also enjoyed it more than the vulnerability he was feeling.
Hadrian licked the tip, hearing Tom moan caused smug satisfaction to full through him, swirling his tongue around the tip, before he sucked gently at first before building up suction, loosening his hold, he sank the engorged member further into his mouth, chuckling at the groan he heard as well as the feelings flickering in through the bond, as feeble as they were right now but he had a feeling they would get stronger. He and Tom were completely joined, magically and soul bound, the empty feeling he had experienced when they bonded was a piece of his soul detaching and going to Tom and part of Tom's went into his, both of them forever joined. If either of them 'died' the other would know, would experience that coldness again until they were rejoined, they were literally two half's of a whole.
Tom panted harshly, his fingers weaving through Hadrian's hair automatically. It didn't matter how many times Hadrian did this, the feelings it elicited were either the same or even more prominent. It was the most difficult thing keeping his body still as that tongue began to massage him. Sudden sucking caused Tom to arch up, sending his member deeper into Hadrian's mouth, he was close to losing complete control, and he could barely think when Hadrian did this to him.
Hadrian opened his mouth further when Tom began to lose control and thrust into him, going with the moves, feeling the pulsing of Tom's swollen member he knew it wouldn't be long now. Feeling Tom tugging at his hair, he got revenge by sucking more ardently causing Tom to stiffen but Hadrian was ready for the explosion, and swallowed everything, sucking until he'd greedily swallowed every bit of cum Tom had to offer, licking the sensitive head causing Tom to hiss slightly as his body lay there boneless.
Tom tugged Hadrian up, kissing his swollen passionately, tasting himself which caused him to groan heatedly. Hadrian shifted so he was lying on the bed, head on Tom's shoulder, just gazing up at him, the look on his face, Tom felt warmth spreading through him. He'd never imagined having another in his life, to share his life with; he'd been too determined to build up a network inside Hogwarts. Plus everyone else was beneath his notice; he was superior to all of them. The satisfaction he got out of making them all his after their belief they were better than him because of his Muggle name had been one of the most gratifying moments of his life. When he showed the full extent of his power they had feared him, then he'd given them a reason to fear him, follow him.
Lacing his fingers through Hadrian's hair, his thoughts continued in a similar vein, what he felt with Hadrian though completely obliterated those feelings, made them completely insignificant. He'd never felt more content in his life, in the space of two years everything he had strived towards had landed in his lap, quite literally. For once in his life fate had been kind enough to give him an extraordinary wizard that was all his, with the gift of immortality and the ability to travel anywhere in time wrapped up in one amazing person who he'd bonded to - they'd share their lives together for all time.
Hadrian glanced at Tom a little surprised to see him so deep in thought, then again he shouldn't be, and Tom was more of a thinker than a talker. He didn't speak unless he had something to say, at least with other people; Tom was more open with him for obvious reasons. "Are you alright?" his brow furrowed, his arousal abating some.
"More than alright," Tom said quietly, and it was the truth, it was probably not the time for quiet reflection, he could do that after this night was over and he'd have Hadrian begging for him, the sounds he knew he could elicit from him. Sitting up on his elbow, dislodging Hadrian who ended up on the pillow staring at him slightly amused. "I'm going to enjoy this," he said heatedly, black eyes gleaming possessively, roaming over Hadrian's perfect body his meaning obvious.
"What makes you think you'll be the top?" Hadrian teased, using his finger to scratch down Tom's chest.
"Because you want someone to look after you," Tom said assuredly, "To take care of your needs, to depend on someone you know you can trust." he knew it deep in his bones, he didn't need to see the look on Hadrian's face to know he'd struck a cord. "To give up control, you've been through a lot, been forced on a pedestal to be a hero, to be what everyone wants you to be. Just because you've decided to live the life you want, it doesn't mean that desire isn't still there." it was there in every expression on Hadrian's face when he touched him, did little things for him. It didn't mean Hadrian was weak, far from it, he was strong, stronger than even him if he was able to let go of that control - and Tom knew he'd never be able to. The thought of giving up control, even for Hadrian made his skin crawl - the thought made him deeply uncomfortable.
"I'm not wrong, am I?" Tom pointed out as Hadrian remained quiet.
"No need to feel so smug," Hadrian said wryly, he was right in a way, but he knew the reason Tom was saying all this, he would never give up control to him, but Hadrian had never really expected him to. He was wrong to think he would be in control all the time though, and Hadrian would ensure he realized that given time. With how smart he was, Hadrian didn't think Tom would take long to figure it out he thought with a secret grin spreading across his face. And for some reason…Hadrian didn't think Tom would mind. "What are you waiting for then? Need time to recover?" he purred, grinning at Tom pulled him impossibly closer.
"For you, never," Tom replied hotly into Hadrian's ear as if to prove his point, he pressed himself against Hadrian's leg showing just how quickly he recovered for him. Summoning a jar, it flew from the bedside table, and into his hands, opening it up he placed the jar on the table, dipping his fingers in.
"You know there's a spell that does that," Hadrian commented, before he inhaled sharply at the feel a slippery finger sliding into him, it felt extremely odd, the tingling made him wonder what exactly was in it, he would bet it was some sort of numbing agent. It was painful the first time, for a short while, before his body got used to the intrusion. He may not have had sex but he wasn't completely oblivious to the mechanisms.
"Maybe another time, but I want to feel every part of you tonight," Tom rasped out, it was much hotter than he'd anticipated, and not just in the literal sense either. There was something extremely erotic feeling Hadrian's hole clenching down on him, and to think something much more sensitive and bigger was going to replace his finger…by Merlin, he wasn't going to last long of that he was sure. "Ready?" he asked his finger withdrawing until only the tip remained, it too was oiled up, it was extremely long lasting lubricant he had created himself for this.
Hadrian impatiently changed positions not only to make it easier for Tom, but so he could thrust down on the fingers, barely reacting when he felt a pillow sail through the air and hook under his back, giving him more purchase. His legs were splayed out this way, then he felt two fingers enter him, it was a little bit unpleasant, much like one felt if they got nipped, mostly though he felt just pleasure coursing through him as Tom's other hand idly played with his now weeping cock and balls.
Tom thrust his fingers up, twisting them around until Hadrian almost shot off the bed, his eyes gleamed in satisfaction, he had found Hadrian's prostate. Moving his hand to press against Hadrian's waist, keeping him from arching up too much, he did not want Hadrian hurting anymore than the book implied it could. Pressing up again scissoring around, relishing in the curses and gasps coming from his bonded.
Hadrian grasped a hold of the bed sheets, breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to think, to breathe, but he wasn't quite able to as pleasure consumed him. "Ahh, Tom, fuck, please" he murmured between breaths, his entire body was straining; he felt close to exploding, he wasn't going to last long at all. He'd barely been touched and that had been without any real pressure. "I'm going to-" Hadrian didn't finish as his body jerked and spasmed as he came after one touch to his prostrate too many.
Tom took that time to insert his three fingers, using Wandless magic to wipe away the mess his bonded had just created. Just as he wanted Hadrian didn't even wince, he was relaxed which made it much easier. Watching Hadrian come undone by his hands made him feel incredibly accomplished, smug and even more aroused than the feel of Hadrian's velvet insides clenching around his fingers. Slowly withdrawing, Tom dipped his fingers into the jar again and began to lathe it over his own erect member, which was leaking a steady ooze of precum, adding to the oil giving more lubricant so as to ease the way in even smoother.
"Tom," Hadrian rasped out, the feeling of emptiness causing him to whine slightly.
Tom chuckled, wiping his hands on the bed, as he crawled up sitting on top of Hadrian, his hands grasping Hadrian's, as he sucked and nibbled on his neck until it was bright red and would most definitely bruise. Then he proceeded down to another patch of skin and continued, listening to him beg and plead, uselessly arching up trying to demand his attention. The second time he did it caused him to bite down in retaliation to stop himself gasping as their erections rubbed together, inhaling sharply instead. No, he wasn't going to come on Hadrian, as lovely as it sounded to mark him as his in that way, he wanted to be inside him, to activate their bond fully.
Without more ado, he pressed his impressive erection into Hadrian's slackened hole, stopping when he heard Hadrian inhale sharply and stiffen in what could only be pain. Tom closed his eyes, his fingers clenching tightly around Hadrian's own, trying to stop himself from just thrusting in, the tightness around the head of his cock was driving him insane. Once the tenseness eased up, he eased in a little more, moaning and biting into Hadrian's shoulder, realizing his little bonded minx was doing it on purpose. "If you don't stop I'm going to come before we even start," Tom hissed out, causing Hadrian to laugh breathlessly.
"Then fuck me," he demanded, continuing to clench around Tom's member, which he'd estimate was at least half in.
Tom thrust the rest of the way in, causing Hadrian to curse loudly and wrap his legs around his back as he remained buried within the tight heat that was Hadrian. The feeling of him all around him was indescribable. Sweat was trickling down both their bodies, Tom leaned down and kissed those swollen lips urgently, before abruptly pulling out and then driving back home, groaning in ecstasy as Hadrian screamed into his mouth as pleasure wracked his frame again and again. "Harder, Tom, more," Hadrian rasped, his untouched member had began to slowly harden again as Tom relentlessly tortured him using his prostrate.
Tom had absolutely no problem with that particular demand, since it had been taking him all his willpower alone to go at a slow-ish pace. Hadrian squirmed demandingly, sitting up, his hands were freed as he put them on Hadrian's waist, gripping him tightly, his nails digging in only just, leaving crescent shaped moons on his skin. Then he was thrusting powerfully into Hadrian, trying to hit that sweet spot every time with relentless determination, listening to the incoherent mumbling coming from his bonded as he lost himself to the pleasure he was offering him.
Watching Hadrian now, completely debauched in a way he'd never seen him before, so wanton, filled with lust and he was the one causing it, his green eyes were closed, his hair in complete disarray, his swollen lips, he was breathtaking. He never wanted this to end, but he could feel his own desire coiling up, it wouldn't be long now, thrusting as deeply as he could, as quickly as he could, wanting Hadrian to come before him, his relentless paid off, for all of two seconds, for as soon as his bonded came, the intense feelings crashing over him caused his release which Tom ensured went as deeply into Hadrian as possible, claiming him, marking him as his irrevocably.
He had only enough sense to fall to the side instead of on top of Hadrian, but he was still in him, for all of a few moments before his softened member slipped out. Wrapping his arm around his head, Tom wrapped his fingers in Hadrian's hair, kissing his mouth once before he whispered, "You're mine now," even breathless as he was, there was no denying the possessiveness in Tom's voice. He tightened his hold as if he suspected Hadrian would disappear.
Hadrian lazily opened his eyes, surprised to see Tom so close still, such a possessive dictator he thought with amusement. "I distinctively remember telling you that we didn't need to be bonded to belong to each other." his body was humming still with pleasure, he was completely exhausted, he didn't think he had it in him to move an inch. Instead he curled up further into Tom, his eyes closing as he nuzzled into his neck, he would get him back for all those marks he knew he'd have tomorrow. Hell he was probably bruising as he thought; he gave a sigh of gratitude when he felt the sticky mess and sweat disappearing from both the bed and his body. It was the last thing he could honestly remember before sleep claimed him.
Tom himself found Morpheus very quickly that night as well.
Hadrian groaned at the light splashing in on the room, reluctantly flicking an eye open, he really needed to get curtains for their four poster bed, flicking his hand, non-verbally using a spell to close the curtains, grimacing at the pain radiating from his backside, it was nothing crippling so it should have surprised nobody that he just turned over and promptly fell back asleep for a few more hours.
The next thing Hadrian became aware of was the feeling of someone playing with his hair, no carding their fingers absently through his hair. Yawning tiredly, he opened his eyes; he'd somehow managed to end up on Tom's lap, had Tom manoeuvred him like that or had he moved in his sleep? It wouldn't surprise him since he was often drawn to Tom's warmth even at Hogwarts. Groaning softly he stretched out and sat up. He found Tom sitting reading a book, looking like a proud wolf after a successful hunt.
"How are you feeling?" Tom asked, looking Hadrian over, the hickeys on proud display, he definitely had to make sure he didn't wear a top today.
"Still tired," Hadrian admitted as another yawn left him as if to prove his point. He did stiffen slightly at the ache radiating in his lower spine, which of course, Tom caught. His stomach also grumbled loudly, which caught him off guard, by Merlin he was starving.
"Here, drink this," Tom told him, handing him over a muscle relaxant, it would get rid of any lingering pains.
Hadrian grasped the potion, knowing what it was, uncorked it and downed it in one go, it took a few moments but eventually the aches he hadn't realized he had all over faded into nothingness. He groaned in appreciation, he was so very glad they'd both kept the remainders of their potions in their cauldron after passing one up to the front of the classroom to be marked by Professor Slughorn. Flicking his hand, he read the time that appeared in the midair, bloody hell, it was nearly lunch time, eleven thirty-five, and he'd never slept in so long before in his entire life with the obvious exception being when he was sick.
"Have you eaten?" Hadrian asked, wondering where he'd left the food box.
"No, I've only been up half an hour," Tom explained. 'I was waiting on you.' went unsaid but certainly understood.
"I should get the House-elves seen to," Hadrian murmured, not really in the mood to do so.
"You can do it from here," Tom pointed out haughtily.
"I know, but I want this to be the one place they don't come into," Hadrian answered, suppressing yet another yawn. "But I'm not getting up; I'll do it just this once."
"Dippy? Dobby?" Hadrian called out clearly, absently hearing Tom calling for their food boxes, good because he was so thirsty.
"What can Dippy and Dobby do for Masters Peverell-Slytherin?" Dobby and Dibby said in sync watching their new Masters with wide wary eyes, Dippy more than Dobby, Dobby was more hopeful never having had a Master before.
"What is the name of the other House-elf?" Hadrian enquired, inhaling the smell of breakfast and almost drooling.
"She is being called Patty, Master Peverell-Slytherin," Dibby said, tensing further cautiously wondering what was going on.
Patty appeared beside the other House-elves her gaze just a wary as Dibby's.
"Thank you and I don't want to ever have to ask this of you again, do not call me Master Peverell-Slytherin, my name is Hadrian or Master Hadrian if you feel more comfortable with it. Is that understood?"
"Yes Master Hadrian," the three said.
"Good, now did you finish making uniforms?" Hadrian asked genuinely curious and also self conscious, he hadn't been raised with House-elves so having them in his bedroom was sort of making him self-conscious, but he refused to show it.
"Yes, I is being finished Master Hadrian," Patty said, with a notable tremor to her voice. With a click of her fingers, she had the uniform in her hands, showing them to her new Master.
"Perfect, you did an amazing job," Hadrian said, giving a nod of approval ignoring the squeak that left Patty's mouth, they'd get used to him sooner or later. Hopefully sooner though because he didn't want to grow impatient with them. "Put them on and get breakfast, we'll have ours here and the bonding will be done afterward, is that understood?" knowing it was best to be clear with them especially when they were feeling overwhelmed. He didn't need to elaborate on the fact they didn't need to cook him and Tom's breakfast since Tom had brought breakfast out of the meal box for them.
"Good, go on," Hadrian said once they replied the affirmative. He wanted to eat his breakfast before it got cold which it did quickly after being removed from the box. Once they'd disappeared, Hadrian leaned back, content just to enjoy his summer, no teachers, no Dumbledore, no damn orphanage, no muggle war, just him and Tom. Well and a Manor that needed a good tidying up and homework done but he could get through that without reading a single book. Except Arithmancy now that was a really hard subject, and even more complicated than Ancient Runes.
A sudden hand on his chin turned his head to face Tom's who kissed him until his lips were tingling. "Possessive much?" he murmured, desire coiling with him.
"And don't you forget it," Tom declared passionately, before settling down to their breakfast, both of them were too hungry for round two, which he would take up as soon as the House-elves were dealt with.
Hadrian snorted, "Like you'd let me forget," he teased him before digging into his breakfast, Tom quickly followed soon after, only after caressing his face with his fingers and down his neck tracing the hickeys. Mine, he thought to himself, all mine.