I did a Christmas special! Totally lame of me, I know, but I hope you guys like it!
A collection of short stories of how my favorite pairings spend Christmas! AU, (duh, Voldemort's alive and doing Harry!), slash! HPLV
Harry and Voldemort Fighting the Festivities
"TOM!" Harry roared, causing the Dark Lord's eyes to narrow. The only time he allowed the boy to scream that name was in pure ecstasy when he was under him in their bed, or maybe across a table. In front of Severus and Lucius, two of his Death Eaters, was not an appropriate time.
"Yes Harry?" Lord Voldemort said in an icy tone that would have made most of his servants flinch. But not Harry. The tanned, bright-eyed boy looked at him challengingly, his hands on his hips.
"You are not going to sit in your little throne room all day! It's Christmas!" Harry snapped. Voldemort had to fight a smile at his angry little lover with his hands on his hips, trying to look threatening. "Besides, Severus and Lucius have people to get home to. Stop being a hard ass and come look at the Christmas tree with me, or you won't get your present tonight." Harry turned on his heel and left then.
The Dark Lord looked at Lucius and Severus then, his evil glare working on them his fine. "No one knows about this." He said. His servants didn't need to know his lover had verbally abused him. He stood then, dismissing the two men who quickly vanished, and walked through the doors Harry had existed, planning on having a stern talking to with the boy.
But when he saw the happy smile on Harry's face upon seeing him, his plans evaporated and he sat down next to him on the couch, wrapping his arm around his slim waist and looking at the tree before them.
"What is it that interests you so much about a decorated pine tree?" Voldemort asked and Harry snorted into his tea he was sipping.
"It's not a pine tree, My Lord." Harry said. "And it's pretty." Harry gazed at the gold and silver colors blinking at them. Fairies danced from branch to branch giggling and flirting with one another.
"I can think of better things to gaze at adoringly." Voldemort said and Harry looked at him, blushing and smiling. Voldemort took his teacup and set it aside, but Harry put his fingers to the other man's lips.
"Not until presents." He said, handing his over to Voldemort, who raised an eyebrow but took it. He opened the long box, revealing a short knife with a decorated bone handle.
"It was owned by one of Slytherin's heirs. I thought you might enjoy it. It's got an everlasting poison on it, so don't stab anyone you don't want to murder." Harry said, smiling, and Voldemort nodded, pressing a kiss to Harry's tanned forehead with his pale lips.
"It's lovely, and I am sure it will come in handy." He said then pulled out an even smaller box, presenting it to Harry.
"Another ring?" Harry asked when he opened the box. But this ring was far too big for his fingers. He already had a platinum ring with a black stone glittering on his ring finger.
"Ah, yes. But this is not for your fingers. It goes on something significantly lower." Voldemort teased, watching color rise in Harry's cheeks. "Now, may we try it out?"
"I think we may." Harry said, smiling as Voldemort pushed him backwards against the couch.