A/N: AHOY LEMON ahead! I mean, seriously, it's the wedding night, what do you expect? I'd say slightly dubcon, of course, but that's to be expected after being forced into a marriage with someone you previously hated. ANYWAY!

Chapter Seven

Wedded Bliss

Harry thought he'd been nervous all day. Harry thought his heart was going quickly in anticipation. That's what he thought. He couldn't have been more wrong. Nope he was utterly calm until he found himself apparated into the sitting room of Riddle manor, a roaring fire in the fireplace, and a slight chill in the room. Even though most would question it, Harry had learned not to find anything odd about things like roaring fires in the beginning of August. It just made one's head hurt. In front of the fire was a low table before a divan with a set of wine glasses and a chilled bottle.

Tom smiled as Harry stumbled, graceful as always with side along apparation, and led him to sit on the divan. He poured wine and Harry took it with shaking fingers. He glanced at the white wine and drank the glass in one gulp, trying anything to sooth his hammering heart.

Tom smiled, filling the glass again, and watched as it received the same treatment the first glass had. He took the glass and sat it down and smiled at his little husband as he sipped his own wine. Harry's face had gone red with the alcohol already and a pleasant buzz filled his brain.

"You are nervous, little love," Tom said, reaching out to brush Harry's hair from his eyes. Harry flinched at the touch but didn't move. "You think I'll hurt you."

Harry didn't answer, just stared at him with wide green eyes. Of course he thought he'd hurt him. He had nothing else to base his experience off of other than having someone take what they wanted. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment and looked down at his hands, annoyed that even after two quick glasses of wine they were still shaking.

"Harry, if this was so unpleasant, why would anyone partake in it?" he said softly, reaching out to cup his hand on Harry's pale face.

Harry looked over with his vivid eyes and the look sent all Tom's blood straight to his groin. He fought to keep his head. It would do no good to demolish their relationship on the first day. He wanted Harry, not some broken shell; no he didn't want to break him. At first, he wanted to break him and turn him into a simpering pet, but not anymore. No…that was the insanity that whispered to him to be cruel and lock his little one up forever without contact. No. He didn't heed that voice any longer, and it was fading slowly.

Harry swallowed hard and looked up into the crimson eyes and saw no malice, only a softness he had never thought possible. "I…guess…" he whispered, completely unconvinced that this night would be any different from what had been done to him before.

Tom leaned over then and kissed his lips softly and gently, moving his own against them until he licked at the bottom lip. Harry gasped a little and Tom's tongue slid into his mouth and proceeded to touch every part of it. Despite the fear, Harry found himself melting into the kiss, his own tongue responding to tease the invader, sliding against it. His hands found purchase in the front of Tom's robes as Tom turned him toward him and pulled him closer, wrapping one hand around his waist securely and the other around the back of his neck. Harry was lost in the sensation tasting the wine and the remnants of the sweet cake from earlier on Tom's mouth, and something else, something that must have been Tom's taste, and it was intoxicating, moreso than the wine ever could have been.

Harry stiffened though as Tom's hand shifted to rest on the small of his back. Tom broke the kiss and put his forehead to rest on Harry's. "Harry, little love, I promise you will feel nothing but pleasure this night and you will forget those filthy muggles that dared to touch you."

Harry nodded and felt the pull of apparition and they were in the large bedroom upstairs. Harry's heart began to hammer crazily again as Tom began to undo the front of his robes slowly. Harry watched numbly as the soft green fabric fell, leaving him in the slacks and silk shirt with the tie. Tom divested himself of the darker green robes to reveal a similar outfit underneath without the tie. Tom stared at him long enough that Harry turned, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the scrutiny.

"You are truly a lovely sight, my little love."

Harry's blush deepened and he found the buttons on his shirt being slowly undone by Tom's nimble fingers. He didn't want him to see though, so he pulled back fearing his reaction. Tom frowned and pulled his hands away and continued until he shoved the white shirt from his shoulders. Harry was mortified and wouldn't look up. He soon felt Tom's fingers tracing the winding pattern of scars of various sorts across his chest, then around and down his back. When he came around in front of him, Harry looked up into the taller man's eyes.

"They're ugly," he whispered softly.

Tom put a finger to Harry's lips. "No, they are a part of you, so they could never be ugly. Scars are reminders of where we've come from…they each have a story, and when you are ready, I want to hear those stories."

Harry swallowed hard. "I don't understand," he whispered.

"Don't understand what, my little love?" Tom said, gently pulling him toward the large bed in the center of the room."

Harry let himself be led and sat down on the bed, watching as Tom removed his own button up shirt, revealing smooth, tanned flesh underneath, unmarred by scars that littered Harry's torso. Harry swallowed a ball of fear that was welling in his throat again.

"You…you wanted me dead…you were so evil and dark…I felt it when you were in the Ministry. But now…now, what is it? Why are you so different? I'm afraid, afraid that in the morning, you'll be that horrible creature that haunts my nightmares…" Harry said, eyes widening at the thought.

Tom kneeled in front of him and put his hands on Harry's knees. "Oh, little love, you don't see what's happened, do you? The reason I wanted you… Of course, at first, I wanted to hurt you and all the light, destroy you, and then when you came into my possession, I wanted to possess you desperately. I didn't realize what was happening at first. But when I possessed you in the Ministry, something happened. You contain a piece of my soul, and that piece contained my sanity."

Tom cupped his hands on either side of Harry's face. "Ever since then, steadily, the sanity I lost from fracturing my soul has been returning. They didn't include that fracturing your soul too many times would turn you into what I became. Touching that, the last vestige of my sanity, and then your very blood that was used to resurrect me…it changed me. So here we are…"

Harry's eyes were wide as he listened. It made sense. It all made sense. The parseltongue, the visions, the connection… "Tom…I…but what is this?"

Tom smiled, running his thumbs along his cheeks. "This is my own selfish desires, little love. The desire to feel human again and you were the one that gave that to me. I truly desire you, and I wish to prove it. My whole being cries out to protect you, and I will, my little love, my precious one."

He leaned forward and kissed Harry soundly with passion that he'd never felt, pushing him with enough force that he was on his back, the soft feather covers puffing around him briefly until the air settled out of them. He didn't notice the hands on his slacks and it was only when the cold air rushed against his bare skin he realized he'd been stripped. He stiffened and opened his eyes wide and stared at Tom, his heart quickening.

"Shh," Tom whispered, putting down his chest and stomach with slow soothing strokes. Slowly, Harry's tension began to ease, but returned, when Tom stood and stripped his remaining clothes. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, breath becoming rapid.

"I…I don't think…oh Merlin…I can't do this!" he breathed.

Tom wrapped his arms around him and hefted him upward until they were both piled in the middle of the soft bedding. "Harry, open your eyes," he whispered. Slowly, he opened eyes and stared up at Tom's brown eyes. There was nothing in them that he would be afraid of in those eyes. "You aren't going to be hurt with me, but you have to relax."

"I'm trying!" he exclaimed, tears starting to fall from his eyes finally. "I can't…can't get his hands…"

Tom smiled gently. "Did he touch you like this?" He swept his hands gently over his chest and rubbed against the tiny buds of his nipples, getting a slight gasp from the boy below him. Harry shook his head, eyes wide at the sensations rushing through his body.

"Oh like this," Tom continued, trailing his hands down to his hips, and following downward with an eager tongue, sucking gently on the skin of his stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel and then following the soft trail of fuzz down his belly to the top of the black curls below. He looked up, pulling his husband's legs apart and settling between them, taking up his manhood and stroking it deftly, getting a surprised gasp from the boy who was staring at him wide eyed.

Tom grinned, and locked his eyes with the green ones above him and enveloped him with his mouth fully, drawing him into the welcoming warmth. Harry's jaw hung slack, having never felt anything so intense. He felt like he was going to come undone right there, but Tom clamped a hand around the base of his cock and held back the rushing orgasm that threatened to blank his senses. He groaned, his hips bucking upward, but Tom had a firm grip on him, pinning him down. Harry looked down to see him come up of him, his mouth opening and a quick flick of his tongue to the head send Harry's eyes rolling into his head.

"Oh…M-merlin…" he whispered, his hips bucking upward without any thought.

Tom smiled and picked up his wand, flicking it and casting a silent charm to add necessary lubrication to his partner. At the feeling Harry sat up on his elbows and stared down at him. His insides were cold and felt…wet. Tom smiled and swallowed him again, causing him to drop back and groan throatily, which sent even more blood rushing to Tom's nethers. He didn't notice when one of Tom's fingers slipped inside the wet entrance, but jerked when a second joined the first. Tom pulled his head up and slid up beside him, placing distracting kisses up his body as he went, wedging his fingers and opening him wider.

"Relax, you're tensing," Tom whispered in his ear, his breath sending a shiver down Harry's spine. "Just relax, I won't hurt you, I promise…"

Tom nodded, his eyes leaking tears already, though this time he was having trouble leaving the shame behind him as he was touched again. It was different so different. But the fear was still there. He winced as a slight pain shot through him as he pressed a third finger into the tight entrance. Tom winced as he clamped down on to his fingers with the tension.

"Hush, you have to relax or I will cause you pain…" Tom said, planting a kiss on Harry as he worked his fingers in and out of his smaller husband's body. He was searching, slowly, methodically, curling his fingers until Harry suddenly arched up off the bed with a strangled cry. Tom smiled into the kiss. "There, there it is…" he whispered.

Harry had lost all coherent thought when whatever he had touched sent sparks throughout his entire body. "Oh, my…what…wha…"

"That my love is what makes this pleasant…you've never had this touched to give you pleasure," he whispered, brushing against the boy's prostate and pressing into the bundle of nerves there. Harry practically yowled at the sensations.

Tom slowly wriggled his fingers out of his body, leaving the boy breathing heavily. He quickly cast the charm again and slid himself up between his lover's legs. He pulled a pillow over and carefully slid it under his hips and placed wet kisses on his inner thighs and knees as he pressed his weeping cock into the prepared space, holding his breath from simply pounding into him mercilessly. He smiled to himself. That would come later. Tonight, he was showing him gentle and loving touches. Tom watched Harry's flushed face as he slowly slid into the velvet warmth. He choked a bit as the body under him convulsed at the intrusion. He reached down and rubbed circles gently on Harry's stomach as he watched the boy fight the mental images. In his mind, it was his uncle's hands, his uncle's body splitting him open…

"Harry, don't close your eyes, look at me, watch me," Tom said, and he opened his eyes slowly and nodded. "I want you to feel this and know it is me, only me, that can touch you like this, that can fill you and send you into ecstasy."

He pushed himself the rest of the way, gaining a pained whimper from Harry. He leaned forward and kissed him, holding still as he waited for Harry's tension to fade and the mild pain and discomfort to pass. After what seemed like forever to Tom, Harry looked up and sighed, nodding to him. Tom pulled himself out and pushed back in more forcefully, angling for the spot that would make his little love understand the pleasures he was trying to give him. He hit it spot on, and Harry arched, legs wrapping tightly around Tom tightly, pulling the older man deeper into him, getting a growl from the brunette.

"That's it, Harry, that's it…" Tom said, petting his face as he began to set a slow and shallow rhythm at first until Harry's body started bucking upward to meet him. He didn't speak his desires, at least not with words, but indicated with his motions. He felt so full but in a way that made him feel…complete… And he wanted more. Tom complied with his silent request, deepening and speeding up his thrusts into the body below him. Before long, Tom couldn't hold off any longer, and reached his hand between and began to stroke his love in time with his own thrusting. The duel stimulation was too much for Harry, his eyes wide as breath erratic, coming out in puffs and groans. The sounds around him were lewd, skin slapping and wet, slick sounds filling the quiet room, punctuated with a cry and groan as his pleasure came closer. He felt the tightening in his stomach and thrashed his head slightly.

"Tom…I…I can't…I'm…" he gasped, unsure if he could hold on.

Tom smiled down at him and whispered, "Cum, love, cum for me, just for me," he said stroking him harder and slamming deeper and harder than before.

He came with a silent scream in his throat, his vocal chords seemingly frozen and his body stiffened against the lover above him. He tightened his legs and pulled him into his body even deeper. Tom managed to hold off a thrust or two but the insane tightening around him sent him off, filling his new husband with his seed. Finally he fell forward, careful not to put too much weight on the body below him but unwilling to leave the warmth of his body just yet.

Tom pet his hair gently and watched with warm eyes. Harry blinked his bright green ones, still in the post orgasmic bliss until his eyes unclouded and he stared up into Tom's.

"That…was…wow," he stammered, then winced as Tom slid from him, and for the first time, he wasn't ashamed of himself.

"Yes, my little love, it was just that," Tom said, lazily tracing the scars across his chest as he reached down for the cover. He cast a quick cleaning charm, and looked to find Harry already drifting into an exhausted sleep.

Tom sighed and watched him for a long time, face relaxed and looking positively angelic in his arms.

"Harry, you have no idea what you've done, you really don't. For you, I'll make this world better. I'll dissemble the whole structure so no one will suffer as you did. No magic child will be raised by magic fearing muggles, and no magic child will be forgotten. And those that didn't care for you…they will pay, because even after the abuse and everything, you are pure. And that purity has cleansed me, Harry, and for that I can never thank you enough," Tom whispered, smiling gently before he fell into an equally exhausted slumber beside his new husband and bondmate.