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Voldemort strode through the long draughty corridor intent on finding his victim. The boy had gone to far this time. A love letter! The boy had sent a bloody love letter to the Dark Lord, his arch nemesis. He had proclaimed his love for the man and had asked to see him. He had asked "even for a moment"! Well that is definitely what he would get! Before he killed the fucking bastard for taking the piss out of him!
The blasted boy had 'requested' he meet him in the room of requirement on the seventh floor. Voldemort didn't care where the hell the boy wanted to meet. Secluded or not the boy was going to die for what he had done. It was not the brashness that had caused Voldermort's reactions. It was the words that the brat had written.
He had talked as though he knew exactly what Voldemort had been through, comparing experiences to the brats own. It was even addressed "from your beloved Harry". The brat had some nerve!
There had been numerous reports from his Death Eaters proving that the boy had no familiar experiences as he had in his youth. The boy was a Gryffindor for fucks sake! There was no way the boy had been through anything remotely similar!
He had come up with the exact way he would kill the boy. He would torture him in to insanity with memories of his previous life and then inflict many curses on to him before finally killing him in the most painful way he could think of once he was there… So he hadn't worked out the details yet. He was too furious at the boy to go in to too much detail. He just wanted the boy dead. And to make it as painfully as he could too.
Voldermort stormed up the steps to the seventh floor and noticed the door that he used to hide one of his horcrux's in. Fearing he ripped the door open, completely forgetting the boy, to walk in to a studio suit room. It appeared to be a completely open plan room, complete with a bed and lounging areas. A door to one side, presumably a bathroom, was partially open and a light singing of You and Me Together drifted through the door.
Voldemort froze. That was Potter! His anger came back in waves and he stormed over to the door way with his wand branched in his right arm. Flinging the door back in full force hardly looking at the boy he grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back in to the main room throwing him on the couch and pinning him with his wand to his temple.
"Tom…" Harry breathed.
"Do not use that name! You lost every single right when you sent that letter!"
"But it was true!" Harry started.
"Do not play games with me! I KNOW you were a spoilt, pampered prince who got everything he wanted! You have NO IDEA what it was like for me in that orphanage! NO IDEA! So don't you dare try to sympathise! DON'T YOU EVEN DARE!" Voldemort roared at the boy below him.
"Tom please… use Legilimency! PLEASE! I am not lying!"
"I am not going to look through your minds to see you being pampered! I don't want to see them!"
"PLEASE TOM! I SWEAR ON MY MAGIC I AM NOT LYING TO YOU! PLEASE!" Harry cried in hysterics.
"LEGILIMENS!" Tom yelled, cracking from the boy's insistence.
What he saw however was most definitely not what he expected.
Memories of years of abuse at the hands of muggle relatives were pushed through his mind. Neglect, beatings, starvation, cruelty, and then came the rape. In some ways it was worse than Tom had ever experienced. Tom was shocked to the core. The boy had had such a worse experience. He had never been raped in his life but this boy before him had taken it without question no matter how much it hurt or he hated it.
This boy before him had poured his soul in to a letter that he believed would never be opened, just to see what it would be like. Because this boy, actually… loved… him. It was a completely strange concept.
Tom withdrew from the boys mind with sympathy and respect. There was so much about the boy that no one knew and the boy had allowed him to go through every memory of his horrible childhood just to prove he was being truthful to Lord Voldemort.
Tom looked down in to those innocent emerald pools and got lost in the lustful gaze the younger man was giving him due to their position. Tom noticing their position smirked and moved closer to the younger rubbing himself against younger causing friction which enticed a groan.
Leaning in Tom took the groan from the boys lips and in to his own mouth. The kiss began gentle but unconsciously became more heated and passionate. The older mapping out the younger's mouth. Tom reached down and began to unbutton Harry's shirt while keeping the fiery kiss going. Harry, in a bid to not be outdone, began to copy Tom's actions in undressing the older man.
Tom began to attack Harry's chest in lust, stripping away the shirt from Harry's shoulders. Trailing kisses down Harry's neck and tweaking Harry's nipples trying to show him who was in charge. What he was not expecting was for Harry to flip them over and straddle Tom's waist, trapping him underneath him.
A cheeky grin from Harry however was all that was needed for Tom to surrender to the boy, at least for now. Harry began to attack Tom with eagerness, paying special attention to the sweet spot on his neck, marking him as his own, and playing with the pearly bud nipples. However it was when Harry tried to continue his actions that Tom decided to show his dominating side and flipped Harry back over.
He the proceeded to pull Harry up and carry him over to the bed bridal style before throwing him down and climbing on him and claiming the stiff erection rising between the younger's legs with his mouth. His licking and sucking caused excitable and pleasurable moans from Harry that Tom did not want to stop. However, when Harry began to thrust in to his mouth, Tom realised that he would have to continue.
He began to prepare the boy. Adding fingers in to the young man below him and finding the sweet spot; he created more excitable groans and thrusting. Tom began to loose his patience in his preparation as the strangled moans of pleasure and eagerness. However he knew he had to fully prepare Harry or he would hurt him. He continued his teasing which caused Harry to pant out small cries "Tom" "please" and "more" which Tom was happy to oblige.
Knowing that Harry was fully prepared Tom rose above him once again and lifting Harry's legs over his shoulders, he thrust in to the him slowly before giving Harry time to adjust to the new object of desire sheathed in his tight hole.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Harry gave a shift of movement as a signal for Tom to continue. Tom kept his strokes low at first before they continued more forcefully as Tom was taken away in the heat of the moment. It was then that Harry's muscles tightened around Tom and Harry screamed out Tom's name loudly in bliss. Tom followed shortly after, bringing himself to orgasm in to Harry.
After coming down from the high of blissful orgasm, Tom removed himself from Harry and lay beside the young man, cradling him to his chest.
"Tom…" Harry started from Toms loving arms.
"Yes Harry?" Tom asked softly.
"When did you get rid of your snake face? This is how you looked before I banished you."
"Must have been the sex…"
"Really?"
"Yes, brat. Now shush I am having a loving moment and they don't happen very often."
"Maybe you should try to kill me with sex more often then…" Harry replied happily.
"NOT SEX! Making Love…"