Nicciomimi96: This chapter will have Slash in it, not full sex yet but you'll understand when you read it


Chapter Seven: New Home, New Rules

The meeting was over, Harry followed Voldemort around as he showed him his new home as Voldemort called it, there were four floors, the lowest being the Dungeons and Potions rooms, on the first flood was the meeting room, the initiation room, the one he had been kept in and the dueling rooms. The second floor was the dining room, the living rooms and library, finally the top floor was the bedrooms and study where Voldemort apparently spent.

It was there that he was let into the Master wing, he noticed this was probably Voldemort's private room which was connected to a personal study and bathroom, Voldemort swept into the room after letting Harry come in and went straight into the bathroom. He left the door open and Harry noticed he had full view of Voldemort undressing, Harry felt his cheeks heat and he looked away feeling uncomfortable, didn't the man have any shame?

Voldemort cam strutting out of the bathroom in all his nude glory a moment later, guess not, Harry heard Voldemort lift the sheets and get under the covers of the massive bed which took up half the room, which was saying something. Harry stood there not knowing what to do and didn't dare look at Voldemort knowing that he was naked under the sheets, he looked instead to the bathroom where Voldemort's clothes were.

"Are you coming in?" Voldemort's voice asked and it took a moment for Harry to realize he was talking to him, then he didn't know what to do seeming as he knew the man would be angry if he said no and he didn't want to say yes. What would happen if he said yes? Why did the man even question him? He should know that Harry wouldn't want to come anywhere near him like this, Harry glanced over and saw Voldemort watching him.

"Come on Harry, come to me." The hissing of Parseltongue decided things, Harry found his body moved on its own towards Voldemort forcing Harry to face him completely, he stopped at the edge of the bed and Voldemort put up a hand before gesturing to his clothes. Harry knew what he was asking but didn't want to comply, Voldemort seemed to understand that he wouldn't do this on his own and so smirked before hissing, "Strip."

Before Harry could think of walking away he found his hands unbuttoning his shirt, he realized that he was dressed in an emerald shirt and black trousers which meant someone here had seen him naked before. He let go of the thought when he found himself naked in front of his worst enemy and felt his face flush again, Voldemort took his time in running his red eyes over Harry before lifting the covers and grinned before saying, "Get in."

Harry found himself slipping onto the bed and under the covers, he was soon pressed against Voldemort more intimately than he had thought it would be, their members rubbed against each other as they were pressed chest to chest. Harry's head came up to Voldemort's chin and their legs were tangled together, it was…a strange situation but his body was relaxed, one of Voldemort's hands was under his head and the other stroking his side.

The snakes on his head were hissing softly and tangling together, it was strange when he laid on them because he could feel everything, if they needed air or got squished he could feel it and it made him constantly aware of them. He soon found a comfortable position for his head though and looked to Voldemort who had been watching him in amusement and interest before he spoke, "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"

The question stumped him for a moment, no one had called him beautiful before, no one had called him anything but scrawny, skinny or short, none of them were compliments and it was strange to think that the one person who called him anything complimentary was his worst nightmare. He glanced up at Voldemort's face and saw a burning look in his eyes, one he remembered seeing from Voldemort's shadow self the first night he had been sleepwalking.

"I'm going to show you what I expect of you here, I am going to tell you a rule and every rule I say I want you to repeat, if you get it right I will give you something, if you get it wrong I will stop." Voldemort said and Harry wondered what the hell he was talking about before the hand that was on his side slid up to his chest and started to stroke one of his nipples, he jolted and knew where this was going but knew he had to follow what Voldemort said.

"You will always obey me." Voldemort hissed and pinched his nipple, it felt…he didn't want to say good but there was defiantly a tingle and something else, Harry didn't want to know what would happen if he didn't say anything. He felt heat rush through him when that finger rubbed against his nipple and soothed the slight pain from the pinch, he shuddered and wondered how far this was going to go, he looked up into those red eyes and said, "I-I will always obey you."

Another pinch with a twist and heat bolted through him going straight to his groin, he felt scared but something about this was…damn it, he wouldn't say it! He wouldn't acknowledge it, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth. He wouldn't make a sound, even though one was stuck in his throat and he wouldn't even think what it was, Voldemort hummed before he leaned towards his face more and spoke again, "You will never betray me."

The sound of the parseltongue was hypnotic to his ears, calming all the conflicting emotions going on inside him, he found himself almost swaying with the hisses and the snakes on his head were slowly reaching out for Voldemort. He opened his mouth and just let out a breath before opening his eyes, this time he lifted his second lids to see Voldemort more clearly and noticed those eyes were watching him closely, he said, "I will never betray you."

Another pinch and the other hand started to stroke the snakes on his head which writhed with joy that he could feel from them, he didn't want this but apparently his body was against him, he looked down at the hand rubbing his nipple. It had not stopped, things were starting to make sense with what Voldemort was doing, control him, never have him leave his side, precious in Voldemort's own words, precious enough to share his bed.

The hand on his nipple moved down and Harry jolted when it touched his cock, it started stroking in a leisurely way and even though Harry had masturbated before it was completely different when someone else was touching him. With his own hand things were predictable, things were simple and he done it quick when he needed it, however this was causing nervous tingles in his stomach and his breathing to hitch every now and again when that hand moved faster.

"You will never leave me." That hiss coming from Voldemort caused tingles to run through him and he looked back up to those red eyes, the things he had been suspecting were staring him in the face, he closed his eyes. Those eyes, he could feel them watching him and finally understood the look in those eyes, that dark look which glittered slightly, it was lust, lust for his body or for who he was he didn't know and didn't want to know.

"I-I will never leave you." Harry whispered and that hand picked up its pace, pulling on him in all the right ways, a finger pushed at the slit before joining the rest of the hand again, this situation was confusing to his mind. It sounded binding and for once Harry thought about what he was saying and if this was a magical contract what that would mean, he would be bound to never leave, to never help the light side again even though he had been thinking of doing just that earlier.

"You will be mine and give yourself to me." Voldemort said and the hissing was doing something to his mind, it was hazing it over and making it difficult to think of anything else but what those hisses told him to do. He knew he was in trouble, there was something he was missing but he couldn't think, only repeat what he was hearing and continuing to pull pleasure from what those hands were doing to him, he gasped when that hand squeezed.

"I will be yours and give myself to you." As soon as the words left his lips Voldemort pulled him into a kiss and constricted his hand on his cock, he screamed into the kiss as he came, Voldemort chuckled and pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry let him, the white flashes behind his eyes dying down until they were nothing and a sweep of a hand later he was clean, the evidence of what had happened was gone.

Voldemort broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around Harry, he didn't know what to think, something about this didn't seem right…why was his body reacting this way? It couldn't just be the creatures that he had been made into. There was something Voldemort wasn't telling him, something important or maybe he had told him but Harry had missed it because of everything that had happened in such a short space of time.

Soft breaths suddenly reached his ears and he looked to Voldemort to see he was asleep, or at least pretending to be asleep, Harry looked up into his face and roamed his eyes across his features and wondered. The white skin was stretched across his face too thinly, the closed blood red eyes and the small nose and lipless mouth, it certainly wasn't attraction whatever this thing was, he frowned and stared not sure what was going through his own mind.

Before he could think more a wave of sleepiness came over him, that was strange, why was his suddenly so tried? Wait…was that it? Was it that his connection to Voldemort was causing all of this? The piece of Voldemort's soul keeping him to his word and causing this attraction? Voldemort felt lust for him as well…he looked to Voldemort and wondered about that, another wave of sleepiness washed over him and his eyes closed against his will.

Before he could think anymore the sleep which he was fighting came back full force ad he slipped into a dream, a dream where he and Voldemort were standing above a war torn, blood soaked land with the bodies of those he loved at their feet. He tried to scream, to cry out in rage and pain but Voldemort suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, those red eyes glittered with victory as he hissed, "Our future."


Nicciomimi96: Oh dear, I do hope you enjoyed the Slash, I thought it would be out of character for them to jump straight into bed but not sure if I captured their characters right anyway, please review and tell me what you think