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Marvolo had Harry on his lap during the Knights of Walpurgis meeting, his legs spread open, which allowed his skirt to rise just enough to reveal the burned insignia of the Gaunt family crest on his inner mid-thigh. Marvolo knew it was still an irritating red that was hot to touch. Still, he let his fingers dig into the brand in a claiming squeeze and took pleasure from Harry’s low moan, a mix of pain and pleasure. The wizard’s head was leaning on his shoulder, tucked into his neck, and eyes closed. He knew the younger man hated meetings and had probably hoped he could be a less active participant in Marvolo’s latest display of dominance. But as Marvolo looked at Abraxas’s blanched face, the older wizard set aside his need to accommodate his soulmates' every whim and fed his need to prove his own superiority once again. So, he spread Harry’s legs just a bit wider and tried to ignore the knowledge that Harry was still loose enough from this morning for Marvolo to lift the back of his skirt up and slip right in.“The meeting is almost done, My Soul,” Marvolo whispered to Harry, but in the quiet of the room and his eyes locked on the recently inherited Lord Malfoy, it caused the room to fill with tension.He smirked as he watched how Abraxas started to pick at his thumb as he kept his hands clasped. It was a habit that the former heir told him he had developed as a child and slipped back into when under severe stress. It had been shared between two friends in the heights of N.E.W.Ts. Now it was knowledge that confirmed just how strained their friendship had become in recent years, as Abraxas had begun to develop a wandering eye, and Marvolo’s snake-like possessiveness had reached its natural conclusions. “Do not play with your food,” Harry said back once the room had grown too taunt to ignore, “It goes against your proclaimed mature nature.”The dangerous spell of fear that had begun to tighten itself around Abraxas had dissipated at Harry’s soft words. Not because he understood, Marvolo still grew warm with pleasure at having a “secret” language just for himself and his lover, but because Harry’s reply meant that Marvolo’s earlier words were not for Lord Malfoy. Still, Marvolo noted with the smugness of a predator, Abraxas still picked at his thumb.“I want you married by Winter Solstice, Abraxas,” Marvolo said in English, “To that Carrow girl. Her connections to Eastern Europe will service us well and her…. wild nature should keep you occupied.” Occupied from what was left unsaid, but the way the knights around the room flickered their eyes from Harry to Abraxas and back indicated that the message was clear.“Yes, My Lord,” Abraxas said and bowed his head. When he raised his head, his gaze had moved firmly to the table before him, and his hands – fingertips pink with bubbling abuse – were moved to his lap.Satisfied at the sight of Malfoy cowed and demure Marvolo finally shifted Harry to sit across his lap sideways. He felt Harry kiss the underside of his jaw in gratitude and knew he would have to come up with something to say thank you to his lover for allowing him to use his body that way. He thought of the silk red nightgown he had spotted in Knockturn Alley the other day as well as the latest Thurderbolt Broom. Perhaps a combination of gifts of Harry’s favorite things could garner both Harry’s favor and convey Marvolo’s own gratitude.The slight shift of Harry’s body weight pulled Marvolo out of his musing and prompted him to subtly look at the hanging clock on the wall. The only muggle thing he had allowed in his home.“Meeting dismissed,” Marvolo said. He watched how each Knight rose from their seat, bowed, and then apparted out of the room. The meeting room’s wards keyed to allow apparition at Marvolo’s words. When the last Knight, Marvolo felt Harry get up and looked to see the wizard standing above him with a smile.“Did you really hold an entire meeting just to basically tell Abraxas I’m off limits?” The wizard’s eyes were filled with humor as he moved to sit on top of the table.“No,” Marvolo said, “I also told him to take a wife.”Harry leaned his head back while he laughed at Marvolo’s words and the older wizard’s gaze immediately snapped to his lover’s unblemished neck. It was the agreement they made before the meeting. If Marvolo was to be allowed to parade Harry on his lap and show off his mark on his thigh, Harry would be allowed to heal the marks from that morning that had lined his neck like a collar. It was a fair trade in Marvolo’s eyes. It meant that he could remark Harry at the earliest of convivence and he was allowed to proclaim his ownership of Harry to his most loyal followers. Infatuations from Lord Malfoy notwithstanding.“Yes,” Harry said, “I’m sure that will fix everything.” The humor was still in his voice, but disbelief and worry colored it too.Marvolo supposed he could keep debating with Harry about the benefits of giving Abraxas an unruly wife or how he planned to use a well-placed curse if Abraxas did not take advantage of Marvolo’s extremely merciful punishment. However, he takes in how Harry leans back on the table, his shirt rising and exposing the thin amount of skin above his skirt. Which, as always, causes his eyes to stray further down to his thigh. Harry had attempted to sit modestly, his legs crossed at the thigh, but all it did was allow his skirt to reveal more skin and remind Marvolo just how bare the outer parts of Harry’s thighs were.Yes, Marvolo supposed he could continue discussing business. But as he stood up and approached Harry, he knew that there were much more satisfying ways he could spend his time currently.“Harry, My Soul,” Marvolo murmured as he leaned into his lover’s space, “I believe you deserve a reward for how generous you’ve been with my…peculiarities.” Harry raised a brow at his words.“Oh, is that we call possessiveness?” Harry said, “Well it’s a good thing I happen to like your ‘peculiarities,’ or I would be up a creek. Now stop hovering like a bird and kiss—” Marvolo didn’t even let him finish.