WARNINGS: STRONG Sexual Content, Dub con, Violence, Spoilers, MPreg, SLASH.

JK Rowling owns everything, if she wants the credit for this story she can take it, i'd be honoured. Otherwise im not making any money from this. They belong to her, i just like to make them do naughty things.

A/N- Hi I'm not sure whether there's a place out there for this story but i hope there is, there will be sexual situations between our boys and others if this makes you angry or, well, if you don't want to read it, don't. I wont mind. Promise. It also contains strong sexual situations, Mpreg and a very Dark!Harry. If that's your bag, take it!

The room was dark and gloomy. Gothic candelabras provided a particularly morbid atmosphere. This was not a place one would expect The-Boy-Who-Lived to call his bedroom. At least, it wasn't a place one would have expected The-Boy-Who-Lived to call his bedroom before The Massacre.

In the centre of this deathly quiet room stood a grand four-poster, decked in silk sheets and a suede comforter. However this bed was about anything but comfort. The mattress was hard, the sheets never releasing their grip on the abandoned cold that hung throughout the manor, and the comforter was heavy and restricting. No, this bed was definitely not about comfort; this bed was about intimidation and control. An effect only enhanced by the gnarled iron legs and support bars of the bed. There was only one bedside table, despite the fact that the bed was hardly ever occupied by less than two people. The black hangings were currently bound by heavy leather straps, so as not to hinder his view.

Behind the bed was a platform, raised approximately four feet from the cold stone floor. Upon this platform stood a chaise lounge; the height allowed its occupant a perfect view of the bed.

This occupant at present was none other than Harry Potter himself. He lay with his head resting on his hand, his body draped elegantly across the lounge, a heavy black bath-robe framing an olive-tinted, toned, hairless chest and perfectly defined abdominal muscles. His hair was still the untamable mane it had always been only now, it suited his untamable nature. His face had thinned, now sporting high cheekbones and a strong chin; everything about this Harry Potter screamed 'look, but don't touch'.

The eerie silence was suddenly broken.

"Sir?"

There was no reply.

"Sir? Could I… Would it be possible… May I leave?" The words were barely audible; it had taken a lot of nerve to speak them.

"Have we not had this discussion before? I distinctly remember telling you to not… move… a… muscle."

"Yes sir, but..."

"But what?"

"I've been lying here for over an hour, and, well, it's cold, sir."

Indeed it was cold; Harry cold see the bumps lining the boy's long refined limbs.

"Pardon?" The tone was harsh.

"N…Nothing."

"I didn't think so." Unforgiving.

The room dropped into silence again and Harry continued to lie there. Simply watching the boy, who couldn't have been a day over seventeen. He was all alabaster skin and petite form. In bed, he was responsive, passionate and flexible, the perfect bitch, the perfect whore. Or would've been if he could learn to hold his tongue and comply completely, but Harry was almost there, had almost broken him in.

Harry enjoyed watching his lovers after sex, though not all of them lingered. The ones who were his had no choice and he was enjoying watching as the boys lips turned purple then blue; fascinating as they were normally such a deep red.

There was a loud knock on the heavy wooden door, tearing Harry from his reverie. Aden, the boy, reached for something to cover himself with, but stopped as Harry whispered a soft, "No, don't," and waved his hand toward the door. It opened slowly, revealing none other than Lucius Malfoy wearing an annoyed look; he was above this, he was no messenger! Voldemort obviously thought differently.

"Potter. My Lord wishes to speak with you. Urgently." He refused to look at the brunet sprawled across the bed; he would not succumb to Potter's cheap tricks.

"About what?"

"I do not have that information." Lucius was growing more frustrated by the minute.

"Tell him I will come."

"May I ask when?" He was struggling to speak politely.

"When I am ready."

"Of course. As you wish." Lucius' voice was low; he almost spat out the words. He turned to leave.

"Close the door behind you."

He froze. The door was large and made of extremely heavy wood, yet if he were to use his wand it would be a complete loss of face. He knew that it was nothing for Potter to use wandless magic to close the door. Another cheap trick. He reached out slowly for the door handle, keeping his back to the two men in the room, and heaved, trying to not show the effort it was taking to move. Finally the door closed and he allowed himself a deep gasp.

Inside Harry descended from the platform and made his way to the bed. He reached out for Aden, who quickly moved into Harry's arms thankful for the fact the he was a constant radiator of heat.

"What do you say we make them wait?"

"Whatever you wish, sir." He secretly enjoyed being consulted.

"You're learning." Then Harry's lips quickly descended to Aden's in a forceful declaration of dominance, not that there was ever any question.

Aden was quickly pushed onto his back, where he lay basking in Harry's heat and enjoying the attention being lavished upon him as Harry bit his tongue. He moaned. Harry was an amazing lover; he took what he wanted, whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it, sometimes causing pain, sometimes absolute bliss, but Aden never came away unsatisfied. He moaned again as Harry twisted his left nipple. When Harry was in this mood, Aden knew he wanted him to be loud, and he didn't disappoint. Harry began sucking on his collar bone, moving his hands from where they were placed on both sides of Aden's head to between his arms and torso. Aden took this opportunity to raise his hands to Harry's hair, running long, slim fingers through the deceptively soft locks and receiving an appreciative nip in response.

Harry lowered his hips, checking for evidence of Aden's arousal; once he found it, he pulled away, rolling onto his back. Knowing what was wanted from previous experience, the whore moved across and crawled down his master's body, positioning himself between Harry's legs. He looked up into sparking emerald eyes as he lowered his head into the crotch before him, starting at the bottom of the thick shaft he stroked up the impressive length with his tongue. He was good at this; Harry had trained him well and he knew what Harry needed, when he needed it. Aden congratulated himself as he slid Harry into his mouth. He reached a hand down to caress the sac softly, gently pulling it away from Harry's body, stretching the skin before releasing it and watching as it jiggled. But Harry was of a different opinion; this was taking too much of a lead. This boy was not in charge; Harry was. He softly spread his hand over Aden's head, allowing his fingers to find strong purchase before his grip suddenly tightened as he pulled it down and thrust up.

Aden struggled to swallow around the invasion. Deep-throating wasn't an issue, but he was taken by surprise, misinterpreting Harry's attentions as approving, as intended. Harry thrust twice more before releasing his grip, allowing Aden to come up for air.

"You are my whore, I am not here for your pleasure you are here for mine. I enjoy causing you pleasure, so I make sure you never leave disappointed, however I also enjoy causing you pain. Do I have to change tactics Aden?" Harry growled. The pureblooded boys were all the same. Never fully accepting that they were owned, that they should be thankful and not expectant. They were lucky he gave them anything.

"No, master. I'm sorry," He barely managed to rasp out.

"Good. Now prepare yourself." Harry jerked his hand toward the nightstand. The drawer flew open as a glass jar was flung into Aden's hands. He shakily unscrewed the lid, still recovering from the harsh attack and unnerved by Harry's blatant display of power. Most wizards were lucky if they could Accio a feather wandless. He quickly dipped two fingers into the jar, then lay back as he tried to relax himself while he eased both fingers inside; he wouldn't have much time before Harry lost patience. He withdrew and coated all four fingers, as he was about to further stretch himself, Harry grabbed his hand.

"No. I want you tight, I want you to burn." His voice was low and commanding.

Aden almost wept; Harry hardly ever took him while so little prepared; he was so large that even after four fingers it burned. Two would be enough if he were average; Harry was not average; he was so far over and above average in every aspect.

Harry bent to whisper in Aden's ear. "Move," He whispered.

Aden, for the first time in a while, didn't know what was expected. "Wh…where?"

"I want you on your hands and knees, in the middle of the bed." Harry's voice was low and sultry, making the whore whimper in desire even whilst scared of what was to come. He moved quickly to the centre of Harry's large bed, away from the heat on the cold suede.

"Face the door." Aden did so.

"Now spread." Again Aden complied and waited.

And waited.

Finally he felt Harry's heat behind him and the hand he had used to prepare himself was seized and pulled away, forcing Aden onto his elbow as the still slicked hand was brought backwards, through his legs then upward, squashing his sac against his body almost painfully. Harry was right up against his behind and Aden could feel him lowering, and then his arm was pulled up further, this time causing sparks of pain and pleasure to run up his spine as his balls were crushed against his body. His hand was wrapped around Harry's gigantic cock, held still and in place by a large hand as Harry fucked the slick grip, lubricating himself for Aden, who was so hard it almost hurt. He couldn't believe how erotic this felt, feeling the thrusts in a domino effect as his arm moved with the force and his wrist caused friction through his cleft. Finally Harry deemed himself coated and released the less slippery hand back into Aden's control.

Two hands were placed on his hips as Harry helped himself aim. As usual, the head hurt as it was slowly pushed past the first fold of resistance. He paused, allowing Aden to adjust. Then, without warning, slammed his body forward, forcing his entire length into the tight passage. Aden screamed; he felt like he was being torn in half. He wanted to scream that he'd learnt his lesson, that it would never happen again but even in this condition he knew that it wouldn't help.

Harry had started to move again and the pain dulled a little. On Harry's next thrust the pleasure of his prostate being hit broke through the pain and he keened. Oh, this, this he could deal with. He began again to moan, losing his grip on reality he handed his entire being over to the pleasure as Harry continued to pound into him.

He was so out of it that when the door was knocked on again, he didn't hear it, though Harry did. He waved his hand toward the door never pausing in his thrusts, and again it opened slowly, this time revealing none other than Draco Malfoy. Harry knew Draco could see everything from the doorway, that he could see Aden's leaking prick as he was fucked ruthlessly and the expression on his face, his eyes were closed, mouth open as he moaned and keened. Knew Draco could see that he was pushing back against Harry with ruthless abandon, and that Harry wasn't even breaking a sweat. He smirked, angled himself so that he was hitting Aden's sweet spot directly and increased the pressure of his thrusts.

Draco stood in the doorway, unable to take his eyes off the mind-blowing, erotic scene before him. He could see everything, and he watched as the pretty brunet came, untouched, and fell forward, limp. But Harry kept up the pace, driving in and out again and again, relentless on the poor boy. Draco flicked his eyes up and met Harry's, causing the smirk to grow in intensity. That was how Harry came, staring deep into Draco's icy pools. He shut his eyes and tossed his head back, coming silently. When he opened them it was to see Draco, still standing in the door way, running his eyes over Harry's pecs and abs, tongue running over his lips.

"Yes?"

Draco snapped his eyes back to Harry's, and blushed. "The ahh…" He paused to clear his throat, "The Dark Lord is wondering how long he can expect to be waiting."

Harry pulled out, letting Aden, who was out cold; slump forward. Stepping off the bed, he turned and grabbed the jar of lubricant, allowing Draco a full turn view of his body. He closed the jar and chucked it back into the drawer, then slammed that shut too. He walked across the room to the door, where his day robe hung. He stood in front of it and Draco, making him wait for an answer as he snapped his fingers, a pair of low riding, fitted black pants appearing on his hips. He reached for the robe and threw it on, letting it fall open, displaying his torso.

Without a word to Draco, he walked out of the door, leaving Aden passed out on the bed and closing the door whilst halfway down the corridor. He heard hurried steps behind him as he walked toward the cigar room where he knew Voldemort would be waiting.

After walking through many winding corridors, he arrived at an oak door. He opened it without knocking and entered.

"Riddle?"

Voldemort cringed. "Potter. I do believe I sent Lucius to fetch you over an hour ago."

"I do believe you did. Why you felt the need to disturb me however, is what I am here to discuss." His voice was hard and cold, his mind locked.

"I told him to tell you it was urgent."

Harry waited until Draco entered before replying, "I am not one of your soldiers, Riddle, don't be foolish enough to think you can control me. It makes no difference whether you send your general, his son or an elf to get me, I am my own man; I do my own will not yours."

"You have made yourself clear. Now, we need to discuss my next phase. I have a proposal for you."

"Another proposal? Is our current agreement not to your liking?"

"Our agreement is fine Potter. As I can not control you, you can not mock me. You may be powerful, but we need each other. When you turned on the Order, you became an enemy of the Light. You will not survive being an enemy of both sides. Respect works both ways."

Harry lowered his gaze; Voldemort was right.

"Harry, I see you as my protégé. I have much to teach you, so much power to help you unleash." Harry's eyes lit up. Power. Power was freedom. He was prepared to do anything for freedom. Absolute freedom was immortality, and he wanted both.

"What do you want me to do?"

A/N Thats the 1st chapter, if you want more, tell me. If you haves suggestions, tell me. If there's anything you especially want, tell me, ill do my best to make sure you get it ;)