World's Away

Chapter IV: A New Reign Begins

(Photo 2: Knowing Myself and Believing in Me; even when others can't or won't.)

The next day was a Saturday, so as such; there were no classes or lessons that needed to be attended. The students were not obligated to be up at what they considered the earliest forsaken hours of the day to be ready for them. Tom had quite literally for once in his life; slept in and if anyone had seen his face, there would have been a confused stance to why the always stoic teen was smiling in his sleep.

Why he was shifting every so often?
Why he would growl practically unheard at intervals?
Or even, why he would moan low in tones not meant for delicate ears?

Of course, every one of the other teenage boys who shared the same dormitory likely could assume as to part of why, but they hadn't dared to assume anything. For one, Riddle had never seemed too interested in people; let alone dating. Sure, he had often found others who would agree to satiate and relieve him if needed, but he hadn't really ever gone out of his way to find a partner before.

Abraxas fondly grinned to that as he also scowled; he knew why Tom was acting like that, and he couldn't have blamed him in the slightest. Hadrian was an exceptionally handsome teenager; he practically exuded charisma, confidence, power and sex with all he did.

Eventually he sighed; Abraxas knew that he had to go and wake him. It was bordering on noon now, after all. Tom had not been the happiest person at that; the stinging hex he threw at him whilst he growled in irritation at the interruption of his very clear and very pleasant fantasy was a good indication. Abraxas had only raised a brow, before smirking and left the boy to shower and to dress alone.

Tom returned to the common room in less than half an hour later; dressed for the rest of the day and his glare pointedly focused on Abraxas. To whom the blonde just smiled sickly sweet and then smirked at him.

The room seemed then to pause as Hadrian came down the stairs from the dorms; Abraxas raising a brow. He knew Hadrian hadn't been there when all of them had gone to sleep finally, nor had he been there when they woke up. He hadn't even been there a few moments ago when he left to wake Tom or when he had left him to dress.

He eyed Tom a moment in question; to which he smirked annoyingly at him. As if he knew some secret that Hadrian had, and he didn't know of it. Which, after last night between them, Abraxas would not have been overtly surprised if he did.

He wore pristine black slacks and a satin medium pearl grey shirt; unbuttoned enough to see the top of his chest and the faint edge of the muscles that lined it. He strode to where Tom was with such an elegant grace to his steps; re-defined by the image of pure carnality as with the way he moved.

He eased his body over the back of the sofa; arms leaning over the other as his back, legs and butt became taut at holding his frame there. Abraxas honestly believed Hadrian knew what he was doing to provoke them; for every person there had seemingly stopped breathing it was so still.

And that was before Hadrian was leaning his head to the side of Tom's and to his ear. They all watched as he smirked from the corners of his green eyes as he kissed the indent of his neck and they heard him begin to hiss softly; a very different tone than one they were used to for the parseltongue of Riddle.

It was both horribly erotic and internally frightening; though no one could have told you why or how.

~Sleep well?~

Hadrian smirked now as he watched the room tense; they didn't know what he'd said to him. It was surprising to most there that Hadrian was comfortable with Riddle after yesterday; enough to indicate something more between them. It was surprising to watch as Tom's body practically quivered to the sounds of the ancient tongue that came from him.