Passed Around Dark Lords

40

After giving the curt order to Tom sighed heavily towards himself. He had not anticipated the reaction Draco was bound to give when he returned. He knew that he had PTSD, and some rather severe triggers, but he had not thought that Abraxas' screams would reach him. Clearly, he had been quite mistaken. A mistake that could potentially set him back rather severely, that was if he was not incredibly careful. He would just have to hope for the best, and attempt to mitigate any fault from himself. After all, Draco's nature meant that magical punishments were a no go, and Tom had clearly just done that...He may not even manage to throw blame to others...

"Draco?" Tom stated softly, purposefully making his voice come across as low, gentle, not wanting to scare the other too badly. It would seem despite his obvious flashback, he had noted someone else coming into the room, because he slowly moved himself away, pulling back away from Tom's voice. He groaned softly under his breath. This was going to be more than annoying. Striding forwards, he ignored Orion's hiss of pain as he bandaged his arm and grabbed Draco by the base of his throat, shoving him backwards and pinning him underneath him. He was unfazed by the struggle that Draco gave, ignored the pain as nails lashed into his arm deep enough to draw blood, and simply continued to keep the boy down. His lack of response to the provocations that Draco was giving seemed to shock Orion, who had paused in his bandaging to stare at the uncharacteristically calm Tom.

It was weird to see, for someone who was so used to navigating Tom's emotions to see someone who was able to simply go against all of it with next to no punishments. things were already so different for Draco it almost made Orion mad. Still, he was not like Abraxas, and he was not foolish enough to show his discontentment. He was even less stupid to be willing to do such a thing with the display that Tom had given them earlier. Abraxas' screams had been clearly heard by everyone, even them.

Tom continued to pin the boy, before wrenching his shirt open by a few buttons, causing him to struggle even further, and descended on him, biting him harshly, closing his eyes and relishing the scream the pretty boy let out. It shook his body, forced its way from his lungs, and echoed around the room. It was haunting, and Orion had to agree something was weird about that scream. It was not just of pain, it spoke of anger, torment, and something even further. Orion shook his head. He needed to stop drawing weird comparisons where there were not any. Hissing to himself in chastisement he continued to bind his arm. The wound was deep. Orion was not sure what spell it was the boy had used, his voice being too low to hear, but whatever it was had the potential to cause some pretty awful damange. He would have to ask the boy what the spell he had used was-if he remembered that was.

Tom paused, pulling back slightly, watching as the recognition finally began to force its way back into Draco's eyes. Tom pulled the boy's neck closer again and bit him once more. He relished the shivers that wracked his body, enjoyed the painful whine that pulled from his lips, and practically salivated over the submissive pull of his skin over his neck as Draco bared his neck to him, hoping-vainly-that Tom would show some sort of mercy. Of course, mercy was not in his nature, nore was it something Tom was accostomed to giving, or getting.

"Are you done?" Tom questioned, finally finished, figuring he shouldn't push too harshly quite yet. He had Draco's trust-at least as little as he could at the moment. He regretted not allowing himself to see further into the boy's mind, but also knew now was not the time for such things. After all, he had quite a long time to get there. He just had to be patient, and when Draco willingly opened his mind up to him for the first time, Tom would relish it.

"I..." Draco paused, his grey eyes assessing around him before landing on Orion, and the bloody arm. He winced. He had not meant to harm the other, but they had come after him so quickly he had just reacted, and then the screams...He did not know what the hell went on downstairs, but he did not think he wanted to know, and shoved the thought away from him for the moment. "Your arm, are you alright?" Draco questioned, tilting his head towards Orion, glancing sideways towards Tom as he stiffened at being ignored.

"It is fine," Orion stated firmly, allowing Draco to see the well bound forearm. Draco nodded, an exhale releasing shakily.

"Good, I was...well I have to admit I did not really know waht I did. Though I do apologize for potentially scaring you." Orion rolled his eyes. He was not scared-shocked, yes, but scared? That would paint him badly.

"I was not scared, just a bit surprised is all." Orion cut his gaze towards Tom. "I know you think this would solve things, but Tom I do really think that you should try and find an alternative suggestion to just biting Draco like a vampire. It doesn't really suite the image of Slytherin, and I don't doubt he will get into this sort of state again, but with other less savory characters watching." Tom huffed, shrugging nonchalantly. Abraxas had already said such a thing, but in a more bold and demanding manner. Orion's soft and gentle words made him actually consider the words being said to him, and he had to admit they were right.

"I know, we will figure something out, soon hopefully, but for now there is little to be done about this."