Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic ❯ Chapter 09 ( Chapter 9 )

 

Sorry for taking so long, I've started a new job, of sorts, and it kept me busy. This chappie is short, I know, and it was a spur of the moment thing. It just came to me, and I hope you like it. But after I wrote this, I just couldn't go on to sex part. It will take a break and a new chapter for that. Enjoy, I hope.

 

Disclaimer: Still not mine ….

 

Exotic

Chapter 09

Tom could have groaned with annoyance. If he hadn't been the Dark Lord, that is. But this damn old coot with those madly twinkling eyes got to him like nobody else could. The fact that he didn't feel like Voldemort, the superior ruler of the Wizarding World, but like Tom Riddle, the scrawny orphan in the presence of his former teacher worsened that fact.

 

But it was custom that the oldest and most prominent member of the Wizangomot, the chief warlock, “assisted” the lord with the cleansing ritual, and later on held the wedding ceremony. Right now, this position was filled with Albus Dumbledore, one of the most respected light wizards. What most people didn't know, Dumbledore was a hopeless romantic. The mere idea of joining the lives of somebody whom he taught as a child made the old coot giddy and it showed.

 

Worst of all, it was also custom that the father of groom-to-be was expected to give his blessings and advice to the son. Since Tom's father wasn't among the living anymore, this duty fell to … take a guess … Dumbledore. And while there weren't many things Tom feared, getting tip on marriage and sex by someone he never wanted to imagine procreating himself was disturbing. And the worst of all, it was also custom to endure this whole process in silence, not saying a word, only listening. Tom stared at the candy addict hoping he would choke on the damn lemon drop.

 

Dumbledore didn't. Instead he took a deep breath, while Tom's own stopped, and began in his most fatherly voice. “Tom, my boy,” Tom closed his eyes and bit his tongue. “as you know this is a very important step in every wizards life,” Tom lowered his head in resignation. “to be finally joined with the person he was destined to be with, to experience love and joy,” Tom looked up and glared distastefully at the older man, taking a healthy swing of fire whisky. “,and sex, of course.” The fire whiskey went straight down the wrong pipe, nearly choking Tom.

Dumbledore gently patted the Dark Lords back until the coughs subsided. “Now there, easy. It's nothing to be sensitive about. It is a completely natural process. Admittedly, you are very ambitious, really. Two young men. Are you sure you can keep up with their sexual appetites?”

Tom's head snapped up, staring at Dumbledore in bewilderment, seriously considering Crucioing him. How could this old fart dare to question his manhood? And how on earth did he know whom Tom had chosen already. He had told nobody about it.

Dumbledore didn't seem to notice his lord's homicidal thoughts, so he went on, to Tom's utter horror. “Well, maybe that's nothing to worry about. You are after all very well practiced, as far as I remember from your school days. You really did have quiet a reputation back then. But remember, you aren't as young as you used to be. It is important to know ones limitations, especially with rising age. Believe me, I know. The stamina and agility of ones body is dropping rapidly with the years. You might consider asking Severus for one of his potions, he has some very potent ones I can only recommend.”

Tom's face was ashen by now. He could only stare at his opponent in rising desperation. The worst thing of all, it was his own fault. After all he himself fought to keep the old wizarding customs alive.

Dumbledore chuckled, shaking his head at the foolish young man before him. “Really, Tom. There is no reason whatsoever to be ashamed talking about this. We are two adults after all. And it is my duty to make sure that you know everything to please your spouses. I would be devastated if the lack of heir were due to my negligence.”
Now Tom knew, the old bat was making fun of him. The bloody bastard couldn't be this clueless. This was torture of the worst kind.

“But since I know how difficult it is to go into great detail with so little time I decided to make this short.”

Thank Merlin for small mercies.

“So I decided to give you this.”

He dropped a rather large and obviously old and very used book on Tom's lap.

“This was given to me when I reached puberty, and I consider it very useful. The descriptions and pictures are very simple and understandable. And the positions are highly pleasurable, I can assure you.”

Tom knew if he ever wanted to have sex again, he should not look inside this book. Because if he did, he would imagine Dumbledore doing it. He stared at it in distaste. Then he made a decision. He threw the bloody thing into the burning fireplace close to them, watching it burn with satisfaction.

He turned to Dumbledore again, raised his eyebrow and smirked. Bring it on old man.

 

Dumbledore merely shook his head, sighing. “Pity. Well, I think it is time for the cleansing bath. You probably should remove your clothing.”

Tom nodded and got up. There was a grand ceremonial pool next door. He was supposed to strip his clothes here and go bathing there, while his … mentor … prayed and burned incense.

As he shed his outer robes, he felt watched. Turning around he noticed Dumbledore watching him avidly. Tom frowned. Dumbledore didn't even blink. Tom made a motion for the man to turn around. Dumbledore looked at him without comprehension.

Tom sighed and tried again, slower. Dumbledore merely chuckled. “Please, Tom my boy, no need to be shy. Go on, we don't have forever, you know.”

Tom didn't know if he could perform any sexually after this. Ever again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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