Title: What's love?
Warnings: Slash meaning Male/Male pairing
Pairing: Harry potter/Tom Riddle a.k.a Voldy
Disclaimer: shakes her head Nope don't look at me not mine!
You can't always win. I figured that out pretty quickly, you got to lose sometimes so it is all balanced out, and some times you draw and this is where I am at the moment I am in a stale mate. Stuck and helpless, I have to be honest staring into those crimson eyes I'm scared, not scared that if I make a mistake in answering him that he will no doubt kill me, but I am scared of the love that is shinning there I don't understand. Why would he hold love for me when for 16 years he has wanted me dead by his hand, no less? Life is complicated so is death, I say this is because no one truly understands it, I'm not afraid of death but life can be a totally different story. He looks down at me and I feel myself grow anxious, anxious for what words will fall from his full luscious red lips.
'Well do I get an answer?' he demands an answer from me, I feel myself start to whimper. I'm so scared cant he sees I don't understand what love is let alone know what it feels like. I have never had love directed at me before, and he is the last person I thought was capable to love me Harry Potter. What laughable nonsense!
"Well?" he purrs dangerously next to my ear, pants of his breath skimming across my flesh. I moan, doesn't he see he is driving me crazy? Oh course he does, he smirks and leans down and licks my ear lobe, I whimper louder this time and speak for the first time since I got here.
'Anything, to…..mmmhmm…feel you please". I look up directly into his eyes, a smirk of triumph flashes across his face and then it's gone. 'Good answer love.' With that he plunges a finger into my tight heat, I grunt as he starts widening my entrance, a second finger is added and he starts making scissor movements. My breath is coming out in short hard pants my sweat covered chest is heaving in and out. I close my eyes tight as the third finger is added.
Fuck the man knew what he was doing. I thought. He brushes against my G spot and my back arches off of the bed. 'Fuck,' I scream hoarsely. The fucking bastard is chuckling, with a swift movement he removes his oh so beautiful fingers. I groan in disappointment. 'T-tom please, please.' His licking his way up my chest, latching onto my neck and sucking at my earlobe his hands are everywhere. 'Pleasssse what love?' He purrs in Slytherin's tongue.
My eyes roll back into my head as he does unspeakable things with his tongue and fingers. I glaze up at him from my position on the bed, arching my hips I brush my cock against his, his breath hitches and I whisper in parseltongue. 'I want you to fuck me ssssssso hard I won't be able to ssssssit down for a week from being ssssssso sssssssssssore.' He shivers, and captures my mouth with his. Lining him self up against my hole I grow impatient; I growl and plunge him into me. He tosses his head back and hisses a breath through clenched teeth. He is such a beautiful site when he is like this. Tom pulls out just enough so that the head of his cock is still in me, angling in a different spot he thrust into me in and out lining himself in different angles until he finds…………….
'OH FUCK!' he smirks as he pushes back in hitting my prostate over and over. I reach a hand up to my hard on but he slaps my hand away and takes it into his own. Slowly but 4 hard tugs and I'm cumin. My eyes clench closed, a silent scream on my lips. My whole body is shaking and my arse clenches tighter around Tom's length and I feel his semen flood into my body. He pulls himself out of me and grunts as I moan in loss. He falls on top of me. And for once in my life I feel wanted, and was that…..love. I open my eyes in shock. I feel loved.