Dumbledore's Office

Author: Sedruce
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dumbledore and Tom Riddle
Summary: Dumbledore thinks back on past experiences with a student
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (thank the gods, I wouldn't want these ones!)
Notes: It was late at night. *I* am disgusted with this. But I thought I'd type it and embarrass myself online. The pairing is disgusting, but intriguing...I challenge someone to write a GOOD slash fanfic with this pairing. Tell me via review if you take me up on the challenge. And review me anyway! (this is the finished story, despite the '...' at the end)

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Dumbledore stirred the Pensive slowly, absently. Then, abruptly, he dove his face into the silvery liquid.

"Tom, I want you in my office now," Dumbledore said too calmly to the fifth-year Slytherin before him.

The boy nodded slowly and followed the old man to the stature. "Gummy worms," Dumbledore said; the statue leapt aside to reveal a revolving staircase. He turned to Tom. "After you."

The boy shrugged coolly and stepped defiantly onto the magical escalator. Dumbledore followed, just far enough away that he had a perfect vista of the boy's rear.

They reached the door to the office of the headmaster. "After you, Mr. Riddle." Tom entered. Dumbledore followed, then turned and locked the door.

"Tell me, Tom," Dumbledore said, much more relaxed now, "why do you keep insisting on getting into mischief?"

Tom sauntered slowly to the old man, placed his arms on Dumbledore's shoulders, and kissed his lips softly. "Because you have no idea what it does to me when you say you want me in your office."

The man smiled, wrapping an arm around the boy's waist, the other hand exploring his neck, his chest, his stomach, his waist, and finally resting on the bulge in Tom's robes.

"Merlin's bones, Albus, just take me already," the boy whined. Albus smiled.

"I shouldn't like to be accused of using my position of power to seduce you," he answered softly.

Tom began pulling Albus' robes up and over his head. He gave a gleeful cry to see that today, the man was au naturale beneath his robe.

Manipulating him slowly, lovingly, Tom turned Albus around and pushed him gently so he was bent over, his arms resting on a remarkably immaculate desk. There he rested for a few moments while Tom bared himself.

Sudden, excruciatingly wonderful pain followed; Tom has completely sheathed himself in Albus; wholly unprepared body. Albus writhed so Tom's member slid across his gland, groaning softly as he did so. Tom, much to the man's dismay, began to pull himself away, hands firm on Albus' hips to keep him from following. Just as the tip of him was about to abandon Albus, he thrust quickly back into the man, so hard that the table Albus leaned on moved several inches. Albus moaned in ecstasy, arching head back so the top of his head almost brushed Tom's bare chest.

"Again," he whispered. Tom happily obliged, slowly withdrawing himself, then with a sudden, deep thrust re-invaded the headmaster. "More!" groaned the man bent over. Tom kept thrusting, gaining speed slowly, until the sound of the slightly uneven table rocking back and forth sounded like a constant noise.

Albus screamed as he was stimulated.

"Faster, Voldemort!" cried the man, using Tom's favorite nickname. The boy obliged until he came with a scream, then collapsed over the man so they both used the table for support. Tom didn't bother withdrawing from Albus. He was so at peace with the man, so happy...they both were.

Dumbledore was wrenched back to his office, tears in his eyes. Voldemort–Tom had been the best thing to happen to him in all his many years. Then he'd gone bad...

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