Passed Around Dark Lords

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"Here," Tom held his hand out as Orion placed one of his own wraps into Tom's hand, along with another scarf. "Take this," Tom stated softly, handing them to Draco. Draco glanced towards Orion, but let Tom bind his wound again. He was getting nervous. If this did not stop, he was worried his neck would look like he had been mauled by a beast. He could not say Tom was a beast, but it was beginning to look like he was as good as.

"Perhaps...a...Well..." Draco's voice drifted off slowly as he failed to find the courage to continue speaking. Tom lifed a brow, tilting his head as he gazed down at him, before tightening the scarf around his neck just shy of comfortable, leaving Draco to heave breath in raspily.

"You know I dislike it when sentences are stuttered about, Draco," Tom said softly, his voice gentle, but warning. Orion twitched nervously, but did not intervene. He was still a bit annoyed, truth be told. Orion had seen Tom curse second years for stuttering too much, and yet here he was giving the newest Malfoy yet another chance to correct himself. he wisely did not mention anything about it though, and simply busied himself with emptying his trunk letting Tom deal with the malfoy boy how he saw fit.

"What about one of those weird...things that muggles have around those four legged creatures?" Tom blinked, unable to quite understand what he meant, before it dawned on him what Draco was referring to, however badly explained. He could not help but laugh, and so he did, a dark tinge to it echoing through the room causing both occupants to shiver from it.

"You want me to put a collar on your pretty little neck, my dear?" Tom whispered, letting his fingers trace the delicate skin. "I, of course, have no problem doing so, I am just surprised you are willing to submit yourself to me as a pet...truly not something I expected." Draco's eyes widened, his fingers twitching as they came up but failed to connect with Tom's shoulders before dropping down uselessly.

"I did not mean it like that," Came to scarcely audible words. "I just meant...those things tend to work to get those creatures to reality, surely...it may work for me too?" Tom laughed again, letting his fingers curl around the pale throat. He sighed, situating himself more comfortably on top of Draco, pressing his knees on either side of his pelvis as he leaned forwards, ignoring the vast discomfort that Draco had over this position.

"I am sure you did not," He whispered into his ear. "But surely that is what you meant...deep down." Tom pulled himself off the boy, and looked down on him. "Tell you what, think about it, if you are willing to submit yourself to me...then I will get you one, and we shall see if it works. I bet it would, after all, if I can bite you to the present, surely a bit of an electric shock would do the trick with no issue." Draco stared with wide eyes, unable to fathom what exactly was going on. Tom smirked a bit at the dazed look in his eyes. Leaning over, he gripped his left arm and yanked him upwards, placing his other arm around his waist to steady him as he stumbled up. Pulling him so that Draco's back was flush with his chest, he hooked his chin over his shoulder. "After all, it isn't the sort of thing you should just give anyone. If I were to obtain this collar for you, which I could easily do, I would be the one in control of the level and timing."

"I...did not mean a shock collar, I just meant a regular one...I do not understand why..."

"Oh, but my darling, a regular collar simply would not work," Tom stated solemnly, his fingers tapping the boy's pelvis. Orion was studiously keeping his eyes away from the pair, something Tom would have to reward him for later. "I suppose you could not have expected this, but if we were to use any sort of collar, it would have to be a shock collar." This was not strictly true. Tom could easily fashion a spiked collar, or one of those fancy new age collars that tighten rythmically but Draco did not need to know that. How could he anyways? The boy did not even know what a dog was. It was laughable. Tom pulled his body away, letting Draco drift slightly, as he turned to stare at him. "So think about it. Which you would prefer. Your ability to remain in the present solely in my hands, though I suppose that wouldn't change, or letting yourself drift off among less amicable company." Tom watched Draco swallow nervously, and relished in the rush that came when Draco slowly bowed his head to him.

"I...I do not want to risk one of these...these episodes while I am with Dumbledore." Tom nodded, a sly edge to his smile.

"Wise choice, sweetheart, now get some rest, I will find a way to procure your collar before tomorrow."