Skin so silky and smooth, tanned by heritage and sunlight combined.
"Harry."
The name is easy, always has been, just as breathing air. Just as necessary. Chase. Always chase. Can't let him get away. Must stop him.
"Harry."
A forked tongue slithering on beautifully golden skin, tasting and seeing as if for the first time. Running itself over rippling muscles. Mayhaps he'd been cruel to judge sports so harshly. Those delectable muscles were products of years of practice.
Slowly, the forked tongue trailed further down and tangled in pubic hair, not bothered in the least, before finding it's prize and circled around it, tasting the sweet salt of sweat and precum.
"My lord?"
Voldemort jolted rather violently in his high-backed chair and blinked down at his Inner Circle as if just realizing where he was. He'd been prodding at the mind-bond between himself and the-bloody-boy-who-won't-die while his Death Eaters arrived, hoping to catch the boy off guard and find some of the Orders' plans hidden in the teenager's brain. It had been rather dull searching through nonsense in the boy's brain. There was only so much prattling about whose arse looked best at Quidditch practice and homework that was due the next morning that had yet to be done-at which Voldemort scoffed in disgust, how could someone who made such a terrible Wizarding student be such a, dare he say, match to someone as himself?-before he got bored of the boy. Just as he'd been pulling back from the boy's mind, he'd caught a glimpse of himself, naked, and straddling the boy. It had caught his interest enough that he had stayed, watched the scene play out even, unfeeling, but curious. Curiouser now was that Voldemort felt an unwanted heat in his crotch and he flicked his tongue, eyes slanting further as he hissed in anger. The sooner he killed the thorn in his side, the sooner he could get on with things.
"My lord?" This time the voice was closer and Voldemort realized that Bellatrix had become concerned because he didn't give an answer. He gave her a rather vicious hiss and waved her off.
"Yaxley, report," he demanded in his chilling voice, red eyes moving to his informant even as his mind drifted, knowing already that the Death Eater had nothing of interest to say.
As the man began to speak, Nagini slithered up to her master's side and began to whisper to him as she often did.
"You are ready to mate," the annoyingly intelligent and all-knowing snake intoned in her ever-curious voice.
"I do not mate."
"You must."
"Go bother the rat." Voldemort waved off his pet in annoyance and slouched back in his chair. He should really transfigure it to a throne one day. Maybe once he found a more suitable castle other than Malfoy Manor. He flicked his gaze back to Yaxley and found the man staring back at him, Voldemort raised a hairless brow in turn the man mumbled apologies and bowed down.
"And where is Severus?" The snake-esque man asked as he stood from the chair, flowing black robes drifting about him as though he were part Dementor.
"At Hogwarts, my Lord," Lucius came forward with that information. "The old bat won't let him out of his sight."
"Damn," Voldemort hissed out, eyes flickering with his tongue. "I need him." So it was back to the board once more, to place another pawn underneath Dumbledore's nose so Snape could return to his side more frequently. He had thought Severus was more sneaky than to trip the old bat's suspicion, obviously the man had slipped up.
Voldemort dismissed his most loyal with a wave of his hand and conjured up a list of disposable Death Eaters and dark wizards as well as a war map.