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As of this chapter, Deadly Eyes is now over.

If you liked this story, I ask that you check out any of my other Tomarry/Harrymort fics. I have just recently started The Consort Tournament, where Voldemort won the war in 1979 and changes MB for the better. And in Harry's final year, he is entered into the Dark Lord's Consort Tournament for the right to wed Voldemort and bear his heirs. Shenanigans ensue.


"I'm sorry! I jus- I can- Sorry!"

Marvolo sighed, unsure if he should try to touch Hadrian. He knew something like this would occur, but since he had never faced such a situation before, how was he going to deal with it?

Trial and error most likely, but he didn't want to mess this up or possibly make Hadrian relapse.

A general mindset in rape victims is that they aren't good enough, or that sexual anything afterward will be painful or bad. Harry had never been conscious when he was sexually assaulted, but that didn't mean that he didn't feel violated.

Apparently, Hadrian had issues with his body and did not like to be unclothed. He claimed that he felt 'dirty' and that Marvolo made him feel clean. But he was terrified of removing his clothes because of what happened the last time someone removed them for him, and what had almost happened the time before that.

Marvolo had even taken it deliberately slow, just in case, and the moment he had gotten Harry's shirt halfway off, the recently turned adult stiffened and pushed him away.

"Hadrian," Marvolo said, hoping his voice was a calm as he was trying to make it, "there's nothing wrong with you."

"Of course there is!" the Gryffindor Lord hissed. "I wasn't even present in mind for it so I shouldn't even be acting this way! But I can't stop shaking!"

True enough, he was shaking so violently, he looked ready to fall apart or unconscious if his hyperventilation increased in speed.

"Hadrian, I cannot say that I wasn't expecting you to just suddenly hop into bed. with me Remembering what happened or not, you were still assaulted and something precious was taken from you. You have every right to your actions. You do not owe me sex. That is not why I wanted to marry you."

Hadrian sniffed and gave him a small, watery smile. "I really want to, I just don't feel…"

"You aren't ready," said Marvolo, moving closer to place a gentle hand on his husband's forearm.

"I should be though," insisted Hadrian, eyes hardening. "I mean, I've had sex before, even if I don't remember it. So it shouldn't even affect me!"

"Hadrian, these situations can breed various forms of reactions. No one person is the same in how they respond to this type of assault. Your reaction is singular to you and you have a right to it.

You do not 'owe' anyone anything. What you 'should' do, is look out for your own health first and foremost. And what happened to you is not sex! Sex is good and enjoyable, and can get pretty kinky. Rape is not sex, it is a type of assault based on power, pain, and dominance. Nothing else."

Hadrian sniffed again, prompting Marvolo to sigh. "What did Severus say? He said that Muggles consider you impure the moment you are sexually penetrated and that he does not believe in the same thing, especially when it is done without your consent. He very boldly stated that you are still chaste and pure and that you are not tainted in any way. He was not incorrect."

Marvolo very carefully wrapped his arms around his love, humming pleasantly when Hadrian returned the embrace.

"We have all the time in the world, Little Lord. It will not always be this way. We'll grow together."

Several minutes passed before Hadrian responded with a lowly murmured, "Okay."

And Marvolo felt perfectly serene in that moment. As if nothing else could be better.


It took months before Hadrian could finally find comfort in removing his clothes in front of Marvolo, but thankfully, his husband was such a wonderful person that he did not push and he wasn't demanding. It was amazing how someone who had once been considered the worst person in the Magical World, was so soft and kind with him.

Harry felt guilty for not being able to give Marvolo what he knew both of them wanted, but he was always being chastised because Marv wanted him to be happy first.

It made him feel warm inside, to know that Marvolo was so wonderful.

Marv had been working him up to it. Giving him massages and slowly getting Harry to acquiesce to removing his shirt for deep back rubs and a little nibble or two here and there.

The Dark Lord was giving massages. If that wasn't the funniest thing ever!

He did really good too! Like, his hands had to be filled with magic or something because Harry always felt so relaxed when under Marv's fingers.

It made him wonder what else those fingers could do. Which would bring him back to the guilt.

He could go shirtless now and feel nothing. His body wasn't broken or ugly. Marvolo found him attractive and displayed his desire often, allowing Harry to grind against him in order to just satiate their desires in a way that felt good but didn't go too far.

Of course Marvolo tended to be lacking clothes when it happened.

Harry felt a deep interest in exploring his husband's body. Seeing Marvolo naked wasn't a problem, it was an internal issue about himself that cause him to freeze up in fear.

But Marvolo's body was nice and tight and he worked out for at least an hour every morning. Yes, the former Dark Lord actually had a routine that he followed religiously every morning and it was definitely doing him some good.

Harry liked to run his fingers over his lover's abs and purr in the realisation that they were his. And Marv's well shaped arse was his. Basically, in Marvolo's own words, he 'belonged' to Harry.

One of these days, Harry would finally get naked right beside him and they could finally get to what Harry had read was the 'good part'. He wanted it!

But it would come eventually. And so would he, hopefully.


It had happened on a rainy night about eleven months after they had gotten married. Nearly an entire year of no penetrative sex whatsoever. Harry had eventually become dissatisfied with things and decided to take his sexual experience into his own hands by visiting Sexu Alley.

Harry had learned the pleasures of vibrators in that time frame and had experimented nightly without Marvolo's knowledge. He started in a different area each night and would trace the instrument over his body in hopes of finding some form of stimulation. It ended up revealing that his pubic bone was the most sensitive place on his body aside from his perineum.

The experiments lead to other more personal experiments, which resulted in Harry touching himself sexually for the first time. His libido roared its head with a vengeance!

All those teen years spent feeling no inclination to explore his sexual urges - because he hadn't had any like the other boys in his dorm - has resulted in a lot of tension that needed to be released. And while nice to finally get a better grip on things, if the pun could be excused, he wanted more!

Specifically, Marvolo.

And so when he had finally felt comfortable with how things were going and all of the secret progress he had made, Harry had approached Marv, wrapping his arms around the man and pulling him in for a heated kiss which was returned passionately.

Harry threw a leg over the man's hip, dragging their growing erections together as their bodies slid over one another.

They pulled back for a second to exchange words.

"What is this for?"

"For you just being yourself." Harry leaned in to whisper directly into Marv's ear, "And I find that sexy."

Marvolo's hand delved into Harry's hair and pulled the younger wizard back into the kiss, with one hundred percent more teeth, tongue, and moaning. The grinding between them took on a more rough jerking and Harry had to pull back and drop his leg lest they go too far and he came before he even got to the part he had wanted for so long.

"Hadrian?" asked Marvolo, sounding confused and unexpecting of Harry's plans.

Harry pulled on the man's hand, dragging him toward their chambers.

"I'm ready, Marv. I want to have sex now."

The man needed no more prompting, quickly taking over and pulling Harry to the bedroom where they locked themselves in and collapsed on the silken sheets Marvolo so loved.

"Are you certain?" the man asked between small kisses that barely lasted a second each.

Harry's only response was to arch against his lover and moan obscenely to get the point across.

Marvolo's hands strayed toward Harry's shirt and removed it without a complaint from his husband. And then his trousers followed the piece of fabric to the floor, leaving Harry completely nude. He'd forgone pants that morning during his planning for their evening.

§You naughty thing,§ Marvolo purred, his Parseltongue sibilant and erotic to Harry's ears.

Harry wiggled a bit, grasping at Marvolo's trousers and demanding that they be removed immediately, to which the former Dark Lord stripped himself in a second due to some spell that Harry didn't even know.

Marvolo's hips moved against his own, brushing their erections together and making Harry keen with want.

And then, just then, it changed.

Marv rolled them over in a movement far too quick for Harry to keep up with, but by the time the world had righted itself, he was kneeling over Marvolo and Marv's legs were wrapped around his waist.

"Uhhh… Marv?"

A curious and devious twinkle entered the man's light eyes. "Yes, love?"

"What are you doing?"

"Oh Hadrian, I never said that I preferred to top."

And that was how he learned that the former Dark Lord was a submissive sexual partner. And to be honest, Harry found the revelation to be hot.


Harry smiled and patted Marvolo's enormous stomach. In just a few weeks perhaps, their twins daughters would be joining them.

Nagini and Isabella were ecstatic finally have grand-hatchlings coming. Severus and Lucius seemed to dread their coming. Narcissa and Draco - though the blond wouldn't admit it - were just as excited as Sirius and Remus were. All of Harry's friends were waiting patiently for the announcement to come any day now.

"Have you chosen any names yet?" asked the Warlock as he lovingly rubbed away his darling's aches.

Marv's body had undergone a massive change and while it caused discomfort at times, the man seemed more happy than Harry would have assumed a person who was pregnant, would be.

"I was thinking of you naming the eldest and me naming the youngest. I have chosen Arwen."

Harry couldn't help but double take. "Is that… a Lord of the Rings name?"

Marv sniffed imperiously. "Perhaps."

"Oh, Merlin that is perfection! Little Arwen," he said fondly.

"Then perhaps, to keep the theme, our eldest shall be Galadriel. And maybe she'll be a Seer too."

When Hermione learned of the names chosen for the girls, she had giggled nonstop. And Harry couldn't help but agree. Perhaps they'd start a trend in Magical Britain.

And maybe his daughters would meet an Aragorn and a Celeborn of their own, respectively.

Looking toward the future, Harry was very happy at the thought of what was to come.

Something better than he had ever imagined he would have.


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