Adrien smirked, well pleased with himself as he looked at the brunette, liking seeing his marks on the man's skin. Swallowing hard as he ate the food he laid with harry in companionable silence. And enjoying the rest of the day was easy and good for him, as he rediscovered part of himself, the part that had been destroyed, or so he thought.
Though in those moments, the seeds for his dreams that night were sown. Tossing and turning in his bed as the blankets wrapped around his legs tighter, trapping a man who was used to being held by deadiler things then just fabric."Dray!No!Master, please no....please, I beg....please..."The screams were frantic and loud at first, then a whimpering beg as the man relieved the day he'd last actually cared for who his victim was.
While he cared abut the people he killed, and long given into grief that he couldn't change it, who they were really hadn't mattered to him. Not after Voldermort had made him kill Draco. Gutting him and leaving the blond to the elements had taken more then he could stand, but he'd left while the blond still lived, in hopes someone would find him. Pain and fury in those years after was what had driven him to be as viciously cruel as he was. Harry was right, his sadism was a way to protect his fragile heart, and here he was with another man he had a feeling could steal his heart. Which terrified him into dreaming about the last time he'd cared.