Hey everyone! I guess this is actually about done, maybe two more chapters? Hmm, what should I do for my next pairing? Maybe I'll just continue my new Salazar/Godric.

Lemo – Yeah, Draco made him, didn't he?

The Lady Morana – Nah, I let 'em get married…I wish I knew what OTP meant…

Kitsunechibiko – He's beautiful in Draco's eyes…I dunno about yours… Thanks much, hon.

Chapter Twelve Twisted Lover

Harry smiled, writing on a piece of parchment in his hand and showing it to Voldemort, who laughed softly at the words. "Yes, they're very much into one another." He said, nodding as they heard another thump and groan from above. Harry laughed and shook his head, then rested it in Voldemort's shoulder, sighing. Honestly he was a little pent up, the bastard wouldn't fuck him because he couldn't moan, and it was about time he did something about it. He blinked at his own thoughts. What the hell? Maybe Voldemort was tainting him…

He slid down Voldemort's body a bit more but the man didn't seem to notice, shifting slightly to accommodate him, his eyes getting more lidded as he got sleepy. He was resting on Voldemort's stomach when the man began to pay attention to him. "What are you doing all the way down there?" He questioned, blinking when Harry pulled back the waist band of his shorts, his pink lips forming a grin. Voldemort licked his own lips; who was he to say no to his wife? He grinned and watched hungrily as Harry rubbed and nuzzled against him playfully with his cheek until he was aroused properly, then leaned in, taking him so swiftly into his mouth all Voldemort saw was Harry opening his mouth, then his whole head covering him.

Voldemort yelled and threw his head back, surprised for a moment by the bold action. He waited for Harry to bob his head a bit, getting him nice and wet before he pulled the boy back and roughly pressed him to the mattress on his stomach, moving to his knees behind him. "I'm sorry love, have I been ignoring you?" He purred in his ear, leaning down to bite it softly. He pressed his fingers inside Harry for a moment then grabbed his hips firmly and pressed inside, groaning loudly. Harry trembled under him, his mouth open wide but soundless.

The moaning from above had stopped, but Voldemort wasn't worried. With Harry silenced and himself not being very loud, they wouldn't notice them. He moved against him steadily at first, reaching around Harry to grip him in his hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Harry leaned back against him, biting into the pillow under his face. Voldemort arched his back, the pace quickening, and he groaned ever so softly, coming near his peak.

"Hey guys, holy-"

"Uhhhnnn!" Voldemort pulled back, spraying Harry with his come just as Harry released all over his hand. He covered them both up as Remus started shutting the door, blushing hard. Harry sighed, lying against Voldemort's chest, completely mortified. Had they really NOT locked the damn door? Voldemort patted his head softly. "It's alright, love. We're married men. He should know better than to open the damn door like that… We'll talk about it with him in the morning."

Oh that was so not a conversation Harry wanted to have…

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The next day Remus told them with a big blush on his face that he'd just wanted to say hello before they went to bed. Harry found the man to be pretty nice, but something seemed off to Harry about the man. He seemed…sick. He had bags under his eyes and all sorts of scars in various stages of healing, sort of long and claw like, like a whip mark.

Overall they seemed like a normal couple, however. Sirius and Harry became good friends, despite things being awkward at first. Sirius taught him some things about magic Voldemort had never had time for, and they actively played chess, and they both loved giving away the dirty parts of their relationships to each other. One night Harry walked past the two males shared room and he'd heard them talking, saying horrible things. Things Sirius had never mentioned before, when talking about his love life.

"I'll have to tie you up by your arms, in that case." Sirius spoke.

"I suppose so…it always hurts the next day when you do that." He sighed.

"Maybe…but it's for your own good, isn't it?" Harry frowned deeply. What was Sirius saying?

"Yes, I guess you're right. We won't have to use any pain spells, right?"

"Maybe…if I feel like it's needed. I'll decide depending on what's going on." Harry ran then, his heart hammering. Remus had sounded sicker than ever, and none too thrilled. It hadn't sounded very consensual to him. He shakily wrote out what he had heard and brought it to Voldemort in the study. The man blinked down at the paper and sat back, running his hand under his chin carefully thinking.

"Harry I think you should leave this alone." He said finally. He couldn't explain to Harry that Remus was a werewolf, it was a personal thing for the man, and something Voldemort only knew because he'd stopped the man from killing people one night years ago. "I think there's more to this then you seem to think." He was sure Harry had overheard them talking about what to do for the full moon with guests in the house. Honestly, Voldemort had another reason not to tell Harry Remus was a werewolf. He was curious to see how Harry would react to the presences of a werewolf so close by. The boy's signs of vampire in his blood was still small. He noticed a glaze of ruby in the boys eyes sometimes, when he was hungry, and his little fangs were so sexy. But for the most part the boy seemed pretty normal. He pulled the chair back and reached out, pulling him into his arms when he failed to seem satisfied by the answer.

"Leave it alone, it's not your business." He warned, stroking his cheek then leaned in to kiss him softly. Hopefully he'd see a change in his little vampire when the werewolf was awake in the house...He was excited to find out.

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Harry didn't like Voldemort's simple answer; he wanted to know what was really going on with the two men. He was going to the kitchen from their room when he heard shouting in the very top floor of the tall house, just a few days later. He blinked up at back at his bedroom, then climbed the stairs, heading towards the noise. Above he heard thumps and slams as he got closer. He reached for the door knob, trembling. He felt hypnotized; he had to open this door. Something drew him in. He turned it and opened the door, letting out a silent yell(his lips parted but nothing that anyone else could hear came out) as a giant wolf pulled itself away from a large dog. The wolf was tied to the wall, thought the moment he saw Harry he broke his chains and ran towards hi, snarling. The dog barked and tried to get between, but was thrown away, hitting the wall and passing out. Harry turned and ran, jumping right off the stair case and towards the first floor the much faster, falling type of way, the werewolf jumping off after him. He was sure he was going to hit the ground, break a leg, then get eaten by the snapping creature, but suddenly he wasn't going down, but forward, away from the wolf.

Harry was shocked to find himself floating without a broom or a spell. The wolf hit the ground and growled, trying to jump and catch Harry. He got tired of it quickly and glanced at the open bedroom door on the first floor and Harry's heart hit his ribs like a cannon ball. Voldemort! He swooped down and grabbed fistfuls of the creature's hair, jerking him then going up. The wolf growled and jumped for him again, but he was quiet and swift, not making much noise, despite his weight. The animal went for the door again, and Harry looked around, heading for a large pot to throw, but it wouldn't be in time. The beast would walk into the room before he got to the pot. No, no, not his husband! Not his- "VOLDEMORT!"

The man jerked the door open in shock, pointing his wand at the werewolf and blasting him back before he could so much as snarl. "Harry, you screamed! You're…floating…?" He blinked up at the male, though looked back down with the werewolf growled. "Interesting reaction he had to you, Remus. But I think it is time we go. Harry!" The boy swooped down and grabbed Voldemort up with new strength he didn't know existed and went right out the window. They didn't go far before Harry had to let him down, though, his adrenaline wearing off.

"Wow…that wolf was Remus? So those scars really were claw marks…" Harry asked, blinking up at Voldemort, who grabbed his face and leaned in, kissing him lovingly. Harry smiled and kissed him back.

"I missed the sound of your voice." Voldemort whispered. "I don't know how the curse was broken like this… Harry." He drew him in close, stroking his dark hair.