DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. all credit except for the plot of this fanfiction goes to J.K Rowling
Title: Serpent Personified
Pairing: Harry/Voldy, Harry/Lucius, Harry/Voldy/Lucius
I'm really sorry it took me so long to update this time but this was a super important chapter and I wanted to make it as good as possible. THIS CHAPTER HAS RAPE FLASHBACKS!!!!! DO NOT READ IF THIS DESTURBES U!
But to those who don't mind, there is also the FIRST THREESOME OF THE STORY. XD, AS A PROMISE TO FYREN GALAN . YAYS FOR SMEXY SMEX!
"test" - regular speech
'test' – thoughts
~test~ - parseltongue
*test* telepathy
Serpent Personified
Chapter 7- "you're perfect…"
"Well good morning Mr. Potter!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed cheerfully entering the room to see him sitting up in the bed reading a book with, his once more broken glasses askew. Harry looked up at the hospital matron and flashed her a charming smile.
"Good morning, madam Pomfrey." He imitated her chipper tone with a mental grimace. "Um…should I even ask why I'm here, again?" he asked with a touch of humor. Miss Pomfrey shook her head and smiled.
"You had a bit of a rough night a few days ago Mr. potter." She brought him a tray of oatmeal and pumpkin juice, setting it on his lap. "You had the entire staff in a frenzy."
"Was it my scar again?" he asked bashfully.
"Indeed. It was rather frightening to see you in such pain." she gave him a concerned and motherly glance. "I thought somebody may have…"
"-Crucioed me?" Harry whispered sadly. She nodded and sat at his feet.
"Mr. Potter." She asked hesitantly. "I'm a bit concerned for you. The headmaster has been saying some outlandish things."
"He thinks Voldemort is trying to possess me?"
"Yes…he does. Also the staff has noticed that since you came here you…" Harry tilted his head curiously. "it doesn't matter, you seem to be alright." Harry smiled sweetly and took a small nibble of his porridge.
"Thanks for breakfast. Uhm. How long was I out?"
"About a two days." She said. "I don't believe I've ever seen a student sleep so soundly after an ordeal like that." Harry gave her a hearty chuckle.
"No doubt I have you to thank for that." madam Pomfrey couldn't help but giggle at the grin he gave her. "Don't laugh." However, he joined in her laughter. "I'm being honest. I hardly ever sleep. But when I come here I never have troubles."
"You do seem to be in my care more often than not, Mr. Potter." She pointed at his porridge silently telling him to eat it all. "no doubt you've become more comfortable here than your own bed." Harry let out a warm laugh and beaming glance.
"or perhaps I just enjoy your company. I'm regret not coming here to converse with you on a regular basis. You're quite nice to talk to."
Madam Pomfrey face flushed dangerously red when he gave her a discrete but very much noticed wink.
"Mr. Potter what on earth happened to put you in such a mood." She giggled once more and stood up. "Though I agree, you are much better company than most of my patients, if only for the fact you actually acknowledge my presence in the room other than scowling at me when I bring a spoonful of Skelegrow." They both shared a well spirited laugh.
That afternoon Harry had been released from the hospital wing, only to be called directly to the Headmasters office for yet another "discussion". As irritating as this meeting had been, it had been no doubt informative. The old bat seemed to know about Voldemort's Horcruxes, and quite a bit at that. he had been shocked to find out about Gaunt's ring, and silently pressing his forefinger to his Dominor rune, he sent a mental image to his lover of the ring now sitting, cracked on the headmasters tabletop.
He was quite surprised though, when there had been no response to the news at all. He wasn't terribly worried. But he did wonder why tom had not erupted like he had been expecting. It was…concerning.
After Dumbledore, Harry made his way back to Gryffindor tower. He still planed to talk to his "friends" about what he had heard.
However, upon leaving Slytherin Manor, he had decided that the way he had been going about his plans had many flaws. He could not continue to act as if nothing was changing. People would not be fooled if he remained like his old self. Hermione especially would become suspicious. He was supposed to be grieving his late godfather. And she knew that he handled death very different than most. She had seen how sociable he had become after Cedric's untimely death, as if in denial over what had happened. She and everyone else had noticed his explosive anger, and low tolerance for being kept in the dark. It was time to play his part, he decided as he arrived at the portrait.
"Good Afternoon, Victoria." He greeted the fat lady with a sad, but kindly smile. The woman in the portrait looked at him with sudden delight.
"Why good afternoon, Harry. How are you fairing?" she nodded in acknowledgement.
"Very well thank you, and yourself?"
"A bit under the weather actually." she admitted. "Violet had a rather nasty cold and I'm afraid I may have caught it." with that she took out a handkerchief and blew her nose delicately.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yes…well. Password then I guess." She smiled. "Your classmates must be better conversationalists than I."
"I doubt it…" he muttered. "Solaria."
"Quite right." She opened with a smile and Harry stepped in and headed up to his room.
He strongly hopped Ron had come back from transfiguration. He needed to vent somehow, 'and who better than a traitorous prick?' he asked himself with an internal grin.
It was when he was hit by an unmistakable musky smell, right as he approached the door to the room. He wrinkled his nose with disgust and prepared himself for what was sure to be a horribly colorful image. For the first time he wished he couldn't see and hear through shield spells.
He walked in ready to hold down the porridge he had only just consumed and promptly covered his eyes at the sight of Ron and Hermione buggering the life out of each other; bodies blood red with heat and sweat.
"Bloody hell, mate." He sneered under his breath at the loud screams only his ears could hear. "Can't you be a bit, more quiet?" he sat down in his bed and covered his ears with his pillow in an attempt to escape the irritating musings of his "Friends". When that didn't work, he flipped over onto his stomach and face planted into the mattress, feeling a crunch against his face.
'The hell?' he lifted his head and saw a piece of paper, no doubt having writing on it…but unfortunately, as he had discovered, he still couldn't see writing. With a growl he bit down harshly on his forefinger and held down, slowly increasing the sensitivity in his nerves like he always had. Finally after a full three minutes of this, he placed it on the paper and "read" the small indents where the quill had scratched into the parchment.
Young Master,
Do not worry, for this letter is to appear as a love note to any other who reads it. I humbly request your presence in my new office at any time that may please you. I would be most grateful if we could discuss my future as your master's servant after the incident yesterday, as I suspect things will most definitely be a bit estranged between us until an understanding can be made.
My humblest condolences,
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.
Harry smirked at the sudden show of respect he was receiving from Lord Malfoy. He looked back to the expression on the man's face when he had seen his scar. It had been indescribably priceless if he did say so himself. Perhaps he would pay him a visit now. He glared at his two companions and scowled.
'I doubt they'd mind.' Without a second thought he stepped out of bed and turned on the spot.
Crack!
Lucius jumped in surprise when Harry appeared out of nowhere sitting cross-legged on his desk.
"Hello Lucius." He said with a suave smile. Malfoy closed his eyes and bowed his head.
"Young ma-"
"Harry, Lucius." The boy insisted. "You earned the right to call me by name last night." Lucius looked down ashamedly.
"Youn-er…" he hesitated. "Harry, I feel as if we should put that behind us."
"And why is that? You were splendid." Harry beamed at him. Lucius held out a hand and Harry, knowing where he was going with this gave him his marked arm, which Lucius looked upon with guilt.
"I have insulted the bond between you and my master, Harry." he pressed his finger to the dominor rune as if in apology. "I took you as my submissive."
"Lucius." Harry lifted his chin so he could see his eyes. "This mark binds me in my dominance to Tom. The only person who cannot dominate me is him." Lucius watched as his face overtook a faraway aura.
"Actually…I am not quite sure what happened that night." He said dreamily. "it was as if something inside me was calling out to him, commanding me to take him as my possession. I couldn't help but think of him as some…long lost treasure I needed to protect."
If Harry had thought Lucius was beautiful before, he was astounding when a rare smile adorned his face.
"He is your soul mate…" his voice trailed off in admiration. "How ironic," Harry boomed out a friendly laugh.
"Aren't you the hopeless, romantic." He chuckled and slid off the desk into his lap, surprising Lucius.
"Harry?"
"Yes Lucius?" Harry asked innocently wiggling in his lap. Lucius held back a moan and gave him a stern look.
"Why are you doing this to him?"
"Doing what?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"He is your mate, Harry. You would betray your own bonded submissive for a, to put it crassly, quick fuck?" at those words Harry's eyes narrowed as he dropped his glamour.
"Is that how you think of me Lucius?" he growled angrily as he stood up. "as a quick fuck? Because by all means if that's how you feel, then I won't burden you with the guilt. I'm sure your wife would be crushed, if she found out." Lucius matched his expression, for the moment, forgetting his place. The level of anger in the room skyrocketed dramatically, imploding several potion vials.
"You dare speak to me in that tone?" he raged at the boy. "What would you know of my relationship with Narcissa? You filthy half bloo-"
"SILENCIO! CRUCIO!" Harry's eyes glowed like the infernos of hell, his hand outstretched as he watched Lucius silently scream and writhe in agony, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Lucius could make no comprehensible thought other than his body screaming to make it stop. But as soon as this passed, it ended. His nerves raw and throbbing, from what he could vouch was the absolute worse dose of the cruciatus he'd ever received. Opening the eyes he didn't know he had even closed, he gazed in shock at his young master, who was shaking with unrequited rage, realizing what he had done.
"Young master…." He shivered, and twitched, his nerves still unused to the lack of pain. "Please…forg-"
"Insolent hatchling!" Harry's voice was heavy and deep, not sounding like him at all. "Do not waist my time with your blubbering apologies. You know nothing," he repeated himself. "Nothing, about my person," he towered over Lucius, his rage emitting in shockwaves of magic. "Inbred, mudblood scum!!"
Lucius was taken aback by this statement. Did Harry just call him a mudblood? Not so much that it was directed at him, but that the words actually passed from Harry Bloody Potter's lips.
"Young ma-"
"ah." Harry gave him a sadistic smirk. "You wonder why I call you, a pureblood such things." He squatted down and put his elbows on his knees. "Quite simple really. My house has merely twisted my words to their own purposes."
Lucius looked at Harry with utter confusion and he said the only thing that came to mind.
"Heh?" Harry felt like hitting this fool upside the head and rolled his eyes.
"the fodder I put up with." He muttered loud enough for Lucius to hear. "despite popular belief I cared not about the purity of blood in the context you have been misled to believe."
"I don't under-"
"Just shut your gob before you make even more of an idiot out of yourself." Harry waved his hand absently. "If your so called purity of blood were accurate do you think the granger whore would be top of the class?" he asked rhetorically. "Use your damn head."
The only response he received was confusion.
"Never mind, you bloody imbecile." He sighed and rubbed his temple. "This is exactly why I was against inbreeding." He walked over and sat at the desk, crossing his feet on the desk arrogantly, motioning for Lucius to sit at a students table. "Sit. There are several things I must clarify before you can be of use to me."
* + * + *
"Tom!" a voice shrieked as a fist banged on the door to his bedroom. "tom come out here this instant and apologize to Suzie!" tom glared at the door through teary eyes and hugged his knees to his chest.
"No!" he yelled out to the orphanage matron. "She deserved it!"
"You little freak! get out here and bring her down from the chandelier immediately!"
"No!" he cried again tears spilling as he cradles his bleeding elbow. "She can get sown herself, like her bloody rabbit!" as if on cue there was an outburst of screams, just outside the door.
"Oh god!"
"Get it down its so gross!"
"Mr. snuggles! Noooo! Mr. snuggles what did he do to you!" tom's sobbing only grew louder. They cared more about that stupid bunny than him. He was the one who got pushed down the stairs. If he hadn't done his special thing he would have broken his neck.
"That bloody demon killed Mr. snuggles!" tom curled up in the corner of his bed and glared at the door, asking his special thing to shut that stupid girl up.
"Aaaahhhh oh god! Susie! Susie! Hold on!"
"Whats happening to her?" he turned his head and walked over to the door, a small smirk spreading over his tear crusted cheeks at the strangled gurgling that filled his ears. He willed the door open and stepped out to see the little girl lying on the floor, clutching her throat as the matron tried to pry her mouth open, her nostrils fused shut.
"Oh god Susie! Susie please open your mouth open it!"
"She's not breathing!" screamed another orphan before turning to him with a glare to shame all.
"It's that little bastard!" she pointed to him accusingly. "He's possessed! He's a demon!"
* + * + *
Lucius looked at Harry with a worried expression as the boy went suddenly rigid, eyes fearful and childishly tearing up out of the blue, stopping halfway through a sentence.
"Harry?" he stood up and walked over to his unmoving form. "Harry, what's happening?" Harry didn't move for a long moment, the only movement being his watering eyes.
"Harry?" Green eyes shot to his direction and narrowed angrily.
"Lucius take my hand."
"Wha-" Harry snatched it up anyways and they Apparated away.
* + * + *
"Hold still you little succubus!" toms screams filled the empty orphanage as his attacker pinned him down onto his stomach by their elbows and knees, tears stinging his bloodshot eyes.
"Let me go! Let me go you filthy bastard." He sobbed, and gave out a small shriek as his head was slammed into the floor with a sickening crunch.
"You think you can do that to Mrs. Hammelton and get away with it?" tom shrieked in pain as his arm was bent behind his back, a hand still holding his head down. "You need to learn your place or go back to hell where demons belong!"
"Let me go! Let me go now or ill-"He groaned as his head was once more pounded against the marble floor.
"You'll what kill me like you killed the matron after that man came last month?" the hand pulled his head back and a steak knife was places at his throat. "I don't think so! You're lucky it's me. Anyone else would have killed you by now!"
"Why?"
"Because, freak! Nobody cares about you and you belong in the asylum, you piece of shite!" tom screamed out as a hand plunged into his pants and grabbed his bits, tugging harshly. "The only thing your worth is a bloody cum dump!" tears spilled from toms eyes relentlessly, his energy nearly gone from his special thing earlier, and his constant struggling. He let himself go limp, utterly giving up once more. He could only cry as his prepubescent body betrayed him again, after the countless times with this horrid boy and what he did.
"That's right, Tom." The teenager's voice whispered in a falsely gentile voice. "There's no use struggling. Your freakiness can't help you after you use it too much, can it?" a tongue licked its way over the shell of his ear and bit harshly, drawing blood. "You learned that a long time ago, didn't you?" he heard a chuckle and the hand on his prick began stroking him, the thumb pressing into his slit. "Didn't I tell you I'd train you to be my little whore?" tom whimpered pitifully, biting his lip to keep from crying even more, it only made warren bugger him harder, and he just couldn't handle it…not this time.
"Keep going bitch…moan for me…tell me how much you want my cock in your arse?" warren slowly pulled the child's pants down and massaged his cheeks, running his finger up and down the crease between them. And tom had no choice but to comply…like he did each and every time.
"Mnnnhh…Warren…" he held back a sob and forced himself to appease his assailants wants, his eyes blurry with cascading tears. "Ohhh…"
"Mnnnn." Warren growled into his ear as he propped toms legs beneath him, spreading them much wider than what most children could manage…he really had molded the boy to his fantasies. "How much do you want me slut?"
"So bad…" tom mewed with self hatred. "My slutty hole needs your cock inside it." he cringed with disgust at his own words, wondering why he didn't just let the boy get mad and kill him, end his misery. "Uhn.." he whimpered and allowed himself to relax the moment he felt two hands spread his cheeks. "Put it in me, warren. You make me so ho-aaaahhhh…
Voldemort's eyes snapped open and sat up in a cold sweat, his breathing spastic. Looking around the room he gave out a heaving sigh of relief, only to cringe at the touch of a hand on his shoulder.
~Volo…~he turned to see Harry looking down at him concernedly. ~Did that really happen?~ Voldemort narrowed his eyes and gazed at the floor.
~He was the first person I killed.~
~He's lucky it was you.~ Harry growled his eyes yellowing slightly. ~and not me.~
"Harry what's going on?" Voldemort glared at Lucius.
"You will address my apprentice as 'Young Master' or 'My Lord', Lucius." He said straightening up with dignity.
"Volo. He has my permission. Please let go of your jealousy. Lucius is in like with us."
"I do not wish to hear his childhood complain-"
"FUCK THAT SHITE TOM! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Harry's voice rumbled like thunder and once more he felt that surge of magic he had when severus had threatened his lover, though for much different reasons. Tom however seemed un-phased. "YOU LISTENED TO MINE! WHY NOT HIS?" Lucius watched as Harry's eyes flowed to a golden yellow as he continued his angry spouting. ~you will drop this façade of superiority atonce.~ at this the mark on both Harry's and the dark lords shone red, and the dark lords face fell into an grimace of emotional agony.
"You would strip me of my only defense, Harry?" he asked with melancholy.
"I'm sorry, Volo," Harry apologized. "But if you cannot accept that you are not the only person in this room, and certainly in this world, who has been treated so poorly, then-"
"Harry." Lucius placed a hand on the boys shoulder. "You must understand where my master may be coming from."
"I believe I see exactly where he is, Lucius."
"No, Harry." he gripped the shoulder with greater strength. "If you did, you would not have taken advantage of your position as the dominor. He has never known anyone else who has ever been treated so." Lucius gazed upon his utterly humiliated master. "If he had, do you not think he would have been a bit less compassionate when he discovered all of your scars?" Toms head nearly whip-lashed over at Harry.
"What does he mean by ALL of your scars?" he demanded. Harry looked back and forth from his two surprised lovers, suddenly realizing his mistake of showing Lucius the only secret he had kept from his mate. Gradually, his eyes lost their furry and resided their emerald sheen and with a glare in the blonde's direction he once more dropped his strongest glamour.
Tom watched in no less than horror as he finally saw the extent of damage done to Harry, that day and probably every day before. Harry stripped off his button down shirt slowly and ashamedly, revealing the puffy scars over every one of his veins throughout his arms and spreading like branches over the sides of his chest, old rope burns stripped around his wrists like a tigers markings, his entire torso littered with cigarette burns and self injurious carvings engraved into his finely muscled abdomen that reached lower than his remaining clothing would reveal, but both tom and Lucius knew they extended down to his legs and perhaps even feet. The only part of his body, remotely untouched was his face, but a large, starburst scar spread over his left cheek and down over an eye. Harry's eyes glared at the ground as he held a firm and erect posture, though looking beyond mortified at what he was showing them.
'Why would he…hide this?' tom asked himself sadly, standing up from the bed lifting a hand to Harry's scarred cheek, his wrist promptly seized. Harry looked at him miserably.
"Please don't…its hideous." Tom silently called Lucius over, who took his other hand and kissed the palm. "Do-" "toms fingers pressed to his lips and ran over the horizontal line of the scar.
"You're perfect Harry." He whispered with a gentile smile, placing it on his lips. Harry hesitantly tried to pull away, still bearing the brunt of his shame. But nether, Tom, nor Lucius would have that, who effectively closed in on him from the back whispering into his ear.
"Don't hide from us Harry…" his hot breath sending a shiver through the young dark lords entire body. "There's no need …ahhnn, " he trailed his tongue over the shell of Harry's ear forcing a moan from his mouth into the Marvolo's, who captured his tongue and sucked. "to be ashamed." His teeth found the soft flesh of his earlobe and tugged sharply, earning a growl from him as the boys hand seized a fistful of Toms hair and yanked back, before shoving into his mouth with purpose, their tongues clashing violently.
"Uhnnngghh…Fuck." Harry grunted out hungrily, the sudden contact overload from his treasures tongue and caresses, to Lucius' hands groping his inner thighs, pulling him closer to grind against his arse. "Gods, Tom." He gasped out, arching his back and bucked forward, at a sharp squeeze to his bits. "Luc!"
"Harry…" came two breathy responses. Hands wandered, tongues flailed and hips ground unceasingly as the trio stumbled their way back over to the suddenly, much larger bed, finally collapsing atop the sheets with a communal moan. Trembling hands took the collar of Toms shirt as sharpened teeth sunk into the flesh of his neck, and the sound of tearing material went unheard, blocked by a shuddering scream of pleasure.
Lucius' hand plunged into Harry's pants and took a firm hold on his cock, tugging and pulling vigorously in time with the rhythmic gyrating of his own against Harry's backside. He ducked his head to avoid the swing of Toms legs, which his little lover was lifting over his own shoulders, shucking the slacks from them to the plush carpet floor. The rest of the men's cumbersome apparel was simply spelled away all three gasping with appreciation of the hot skin to skin contact.
Lucius wasted no time and bent down, massaging Harry's arse cheeks as he spread them open, gliding his tongue over his rectum, prodding and flickering expertly. Harry failed to with hold a whimper, and his manhood pressed against Tom's entrance, rubbing the underside over it repeatedly whilst a hand scratched down his chest, welts surfacing on his pale skin. Tom hissed pleasurably his back snapping into an arch and reached down to Harry's cock, wriggling his arse against it as if it would force him inside.
~Harry…oh gods, Harry ~ he moaned lovingly attempting to pull himself up with his legs on the boys shoulders. But the raven boy just moved away further and pressed his arse back into Lucius' skilled tongue, gasping and mewling his name when lips closed around his hole and sucked with incredible strength. Plunging his tongue as deep as he could manage, the blond flickered it within him, shoving in and out with animal like growls, his hands clutching the boy's thighs.
Harry writhed and moaned dizzily failing time and time again to aim his mouth around tom's pre cumming head. He finally made contact with his sack and, making due, he drew them into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue over the velvety skin working his way up the shaft, promptly sucking it down to the hilt the moment he was at the head with a growl.
Marvolo's eyes glazed over, body going rigid as his legs locked around Harry's bobbing head.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed at the top of his lungs and bucked sharply up into that glorious mouth. Lucius was at his wits end trying to find Harry's prostate with his tongue alone, finally shoving in two fingers to reach for the small bundle of nerves that would make his Harry-
"NNNNNNAHHH!" the sound, let alone the sight of Harry's rapturous screaming around his lovers cock may very well have turned any straight man gay in an instant, and the music of it shot into Lucius' groin with a vengeance the same moment tom bust his load, screaming out in parseltongue, into Harry's now, wide open mouth. The blonde pulled his mouth away and rubbed his fingers over that spot as rapidly as he could manage listening to Harry moan and whimper, backing into his hand effectively fucking himself on them as he chanted his name.
"Luc. Luc. Luc. Oh, Merlin!" Harry couldn't think about anything; nothing at all but the need to feel those digits deeper inside him. He cried out and moaned, whimpering with every brush against his sensitive and abused prostate, begging for it to bruise so he could feel the pain the wonderful, magnificent pain that his body mind and soul screamed for.
"Do it now…Fuck…Harry do it now." Lucius moaned, positioning his cock beside his thrusting fingers. Harry nodded deliriously and pressed Tom's legs to his chest and the moment the tight ring of his treasure tightened around his head he let out a triumphant roar, forcing himself in, and relishing in the melody of Marvolo's exctatic screaming.
"Aahhh shite Harry!" Lucius hissed huskily when his head pressed into Harry's insanely tight arse, feeling the walls contract around him. But try as he might he couldn't get any further. "Nnnngghhh, Harry! Harry your too tight…dear gods, relax! I can't even fit…"
"In the name of all that issss fucking holy luciussss!" Harry growled at him irritately as he impaled tom without mercy, trying to keep from resorting to parseltongue like the man shrieking beneath him. "I don't care if you tear me up! Make me bleed, damn you!!" Lucius' throat rumbled at the near demonic tone to his new lovers demanding.
Tom was so far away, there was nothing in the world but this crazy, insane, rapturous tearing inside him. He heard shouting and hissing but he couldn't have cared if he were about to be trampled by a bloody hippogriff, all he cared about was the growing heat between his legs and the stars bursting in his eyes with every vicious invasion to his arse.
"I don't want to-" he stopped in mid sentence when Harry turned to face him, eyes blazing yellow, and rimmed with….scales?
"DO IT NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU!" he commanded with absolutely no room for disobedience, canines flashing at him.
Lucius nearly fell back, only saved by the teen reaching back and digging his claws into his arse, forcing him so deep inside the creature he could feel his rectum tighten like a cock ring at the base a roar bursting from his throat, losing any sense of self he may have had.
The three tangled together, Harry into Tom, Lucius into Harry, and there was nothing else but the screaming ecstasy of heated friction. Sweat sheeted over their bodies, dripping from their brows with every violent, thrust, lacking rhythm of any kind. Everything was spastic and wild, from the pounding of their cocks, to the cries, moaning and screaming, to the random but well placed clawing over skin. Each was so close, so very close to the edge, but it was as if an invisible force were gracing them with prolonged anticipation, making sure the final moment would never be forgotten for the rest of eternity. There was no need for method; it was in and of itself, the very embodiment of love making. They were lost to the rest of the world, nothing else mattered, or ever would again.
Finally, at long last an inhuman roar tore itself from Harry's throat, plunging himself one last time into his lover, at the very moment Lucius emptied yelling out his name at the top of his lungs, his thighs shuddering and jerking with every jet that streamed into the boy under him. Tom's body seized and shuddered with the painful intensity of his orgasm, his voice box streaming out obscenities.
But there was no possible way any of them could have been prepared for the moment in which Harry's roar grew impossibly loud, no longer in the throws of pleasure, but suddenly clutching his sided in agony, doubling over and collapsing off of the bed. Nether; Tom, nor Lucius could think through the fog that still clouded their minds as blood began to seep from the pores above Harry's shoulder blades.
Harry cried out in terror. What was happening to him?! The burning! The burning from inside! It would kill him! He knew it would!
The raging inferno welled up inside him, snapping the string between him and his core magic and fused them together in a shockwave of magic that split his skull in two.
It happened in a split second, but it was perhaps the longest moment Harry would ever experience, when a pair of black, leathery wings ripped through his skin and burst open with a halo of blood, shuddering from the new and sensitive nerves now exposed for the first time. The burning began to ebb away at long last, but the moment he regained his ability to form rational thought, he fell into the black…
I DEDICATE THIS STORY AND ITS PROGRESS IN LIKE, TO MY UNCLE NOBU AND AUNTIE FRANKIE, WHO DIED ON M L KING'S DAY IN THE HOSPITAL. THEY DIED UNABLE TO SEE EACH OTHER ONE LAST TIME...BECAUSE THEY WERE A GAY COUPLE.
I ASK EVERYONE WHO WILL LISTEN! WHOM WILL GOD JUDGE?US? WHO LOVE EACH OTHER DESPITE GENDER? OR THOSE WHO HATE US BECAUSE OF IT? WHOM WILL GOD JUDGE!?!
