So, little brother. How does it feel to be the Dark Lord's chosen one?
He tenses, and it's as though a wave is passing through him. As he shudders out his release above me – within me – his usually stoic expression gives way for the briefest moment. It's a mere flicker, a slight slip of the mask, but it's there. Pleasure and pain play across his features, as his lips part infinitesimally, and I feel a ghost of breath across my skin.
Then it's over.
The sudden loss leaves me reeling, as he immediately shoves himself from the bed and summons his robes.
"Out," he commands, and although his voice is still rough with lust, it doesn't disguise the threat in his tone. It's all I can do not to run for the door, and as my sweat-slicked fingers slip on the handle, I can feel his eyes boring into my back.
A moment later, though, I'm out in the corridor, and suddenly I can breathe again. I gulp down air like water in the desert, and press my burning skin against the cool stone of the wall.
Like drowning… It feels like drowning.
Written for: the 'Pairing the Character - Drabble Competition'. Prompt: (main character) Voldemort, (paired with other) Regulus, (word count) 100-200 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
CC cover image (entitled 'Super Swells Again') courtesy of Ingrid Taylar on Flickr.
A/N: Well, this was tricky, but I really wanted to take on the challenge, so I did! This will hopefully evolve into a series of drabbles, as I hope to do later weeks as well. I really can't imagine Voldemort getting emotionally involved with anyone, but sexually? Well, why not... Thanks for reading, please do let me know what you thought! GG x