Alright here is the next chapter hope you all like it! This one will be vivid and I apologize for the late update school and work are wearing me down!

Mistress Slytherin

NOT FOR THE EYES OF CHILDREN

MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIPS

Dom/sub relationship

TORTURE

NOT MY CHARACTERS

Mistress Slytherin

-LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

-21-

He woke slowly to the feel of hands sliding across his body and tensed. "Don't move my Ares." He sighed and relaxed into the touch shivering as hands slid over his body expertly, fingers prodding lightly here and there, testing. "Severus was able to fashion you a glove for the hand that was crushed and the other is all but repaired now it simply needs to soak in the potions so we shall have to keep it wrapped for now." Harry blinked down still groggy and turned his head seeing his one hand wrapped in thick white bandages. Sighing slightly at this he turned to the other which seemed to be wearing a simple leather glove though he was certain that in this case looks were deceiving.

"Did he have to re-grow the bones?" He asked curiously. Voldemort looked up stilling his motions to quirk an eyebrow at him. He smiled thinly. "Master." He said quietly feeling a shudder go through him. Voldemort smirked knowingly and bent down pressing a kiss to his belly button before sliding up his body the warmth of his bare skin startling Harry causing him to gasp lightly. Oh how he had missed the man! Gentle hands lifted his wrists and he allowed them to be placed above his head. Voldemort whispered a soft spell and Harry felt as if a blanket had been placed over his hands.

"The Vampires already administered that potion, they kept you unconscious for the duration which was most likely for the best- that spell will keep you from hurting yourself by the way, you can move your arms but your hands will stay there." Harry's eyes glittered and his cheeks felt flushed.

"May I ask why you placed them above my head sir?" He asked softly. Red eyes bore into his.

"Because I want them there." The man said simply. Harry let out a gasp as one of the large hands slid from his side up his chest and around his neck. "That wench touched what is mine." He said his voice low with fury. Suddenly Harry was filled with shame but red eyes were preoccupied and scalding lips were descending onto his chest. He shivered as heat enveloped one nipple teeth nibbling softly and then biting down hard enough to draw blood driving whatever thoughts Harry might have had out of his mind as the enrapturing pleasure sang in his every nerve.

"Oh gods Master!" He gasped as a tongue laved over the small tooth-shaped cuts and the mouth returned sucking and nipping on the abused flesh leaving it red and swollen. "Ah! Ah! Please! Master anything please!" he whimpered the hand holding his hip still his only anchor as he lost himself in the sensations. A low chuckle vibrated across the sensitive skin erotically and he gasped letting out a keening noise spreading himself as the free hand slid between his thighs.

"Yes pet…that's it…open yourself to me…let me in I'm going to take you tonight, make you mine." Harry cried out at the low heated voice as teasing fingers rubbed slow tantalizing circles on his inner thighs knuckles brushing his balls seemingly by accident.

"Yessss please, please master!" Harry begged shamelessly his pride unneeded with this man- his mate- his one. Lips, hot, claiming, owning lips found his in an open mouthed kiss as the hand holding his hip wrapped around his waist tugging him up slightly so that their bodies were pressed completely together. His arms stretched and ached above him but he was lost in the skilled tongue and teeth that nibbled on his lips and mapped his mouth with practiced ease and casual possessive fire.

"Who do you belong to my Ares?" The man whispered against his ear before delicately tracing the shell of it with the point of his tongue. Harry arched and cried out.

"You! You! Only you!" He gasped desperately. A low rumbling sound erupted from the man's chest as he growled softly his hands winding into his hair and yanking his head back roughly.

"Who is the only one that arouses you pet?" He demanded attacking his neck with almost punishing lips and teeth. Harry had to swallow several times around broken whimpers before he could speak.

"Y-you m-master!" He hissed arching into the heat of the man's body his arousal obvious and needy as their magic a heady thrum made them both gasp and moan against each other as it spiked pleasantly. Voldemort hissed and began to make a trail down his chest with teeth and tongue his hand still gripping his Harry's scalp painfully as he almost violently marked him.

"You waken something primal in me Ares." The man admitted with a growl. Harry gasped to see slitted pupils inside of red lenses.

"Yours master." He said quietly his voice trembling with the surety of it. It didn't matter what the man did to him, he would never be with another, he couldn't bear it and he knew it, he would rather die than let another man near him like this. Voldemort seemed to sense this because suddenly his motions gentled and the fingers wrapped in his hair loosened.

"I'm going to take you Ares." The man said his voice low and sensual. Harry nearly came right there causing the man to smirk knowingly. "But first…" He said crawling up off of Harry causing him to mewl in want; red eyes simply gazed at him with heated surety. Slowly he moved to the bedside lifting something from the bedside table that made him groan aloud in want. The thin metallic band bore his name across the front in scrawling filigree letters.

"Yesss." He hissed at the sight of the elegant collar. Voldemort smirked.

"Goblin made my pet, once I place it on you I will be the only one able to take it off." Harry hissed in pleasure at the sight of it but Voldemort shook his head. "You will not be receiving it tonight Ares, you are not ready." Harry whimpered in distress as he watched the man set it down and pick up a soft leather collar instead. Harry could feel the tears building up behind his eyes. He was right then, the man didn't want him! His one didn't want him! "Hush pet." Voldemort soothed gently as he wrapped the leather collar around his neck.

"Want it." Harry admitted begging with his eyes. Voldemort simply kissed him and traced the leather collar with an absent finger.

"Someday pet but for now this will do." No. Harry thought. It wouldn't. He felt the need to have proof that be belonged to the man but knew it was futile to argue. Frantically he scrambled for something, something that would lessen the terrible ache of being unwanted that had settled in his chest. His eyes were drawn to the man's arousal and suddenly he knew what he wanted.

"Master!" He gasped looking up at the man with pleading eyes. "Want you, want you in my mouth! Want to taste your cum- be covered in it! Please, please master!" He begged arching up in want as he watched red eyes turn an even darker shade of red.

"Yesss my Ares, Yesss." The man said before climbing back onto the bed and gently lifting his prone body into a kneeling position re-adjusting his hands so that they were situated behind his back. Voldemort sat at the edge of the bed and caressed Harry's curls absently for a moment before guiding his head down so that he was nearly bent in half. Harry gazed at the swollen flesh for a moment memorizing its smell and texture before greedily bending over further and giving it one teasing lick.

"Want you in my throat." He said nuzzling the heated flesh. Voldemort groaned.

"Yesss take me in all the way Ares, that beautiful dirty mouth of yours yesss." Harry shivered at the words before calming his breathing and taking the flesh into his mouth relaxing his throat with minimal trouble so that he could take it all the way in his lips brushing against the coarse hair. He swallowed around it loving the feeling of fingers tightening pulling his hair painfully, sweetly. Slowly he slid back up and sucked at the tip as hard as he could causing Voldemort to hiss and tense his control slipping. Harry released the heat and panted lightly.

"Fuck my mouth master, please! Need it, need you!" He begged the words slipping from his lips before he could stop to process them. Red eyes grew fiery and Harry took the head back into his mouth unsurprised when the hand pushed down and the hips jerked up the entirety of the cock sliding back into him. Yes…this, this was what he needed. To be taken, to be acknowledged as belonging to the man in a way that no other could possibly fathom. He keened as the flesh was ripped away from him and groaned aloud as thick pearly liquid splashed across his face and into his mouth until he was left to greedily lap up what was left on the deflating cock shivering and needy. He nearly purred as he was lifted and laid flat again his arousal straining and just as needy as he was causing Voldemort to chuckle leisurely before leaning in close to Harry's ear.

"My dirty pet, my beautiful dirty pet, do you remember your dream?" The man cooed his hands sliding over Harry's exposed flesh lazily. Harry moaned in remembrance.

"Yes!" He gasped causing the man to chuckle. Harry gasped as one hand reached out beside the bed and a long thin piece of wood appeared in his hand.

"Do you know what this is Ares?" The man said gently. Harry felt his heart rate increase.

"Cane." He breathed. "You're going to cane me." He said reverently. Voldemort smiled thinly a familiar glint in his eyes. Blood lust. The man wanted to hurt him, for pleasure, for pain, as a give and take of just how much Harry had come to trust him not to do irreparable damage.

"Turn over pet." The order was heated and Harry couldn't dream of disobeying. "Do you remember your safety word?" Harry nodded.

"Yes, Hogwarts." He said his voice strangled as the telltale feel of silk and fur slid up his calves and back before whispering across his cheek.

"I'm going to blindfold you now." The man said softly his voice filled with heat. Harry shivered.

"Yes sir." He whispered. Soft fur pressed against his skin and the silk rested comfortably over his eyes. He could only rely on his other senses now. He felt as his wrists were moved to settle above him the soft undersides of the wrist resting against each other. A warm mouth settled on his shoulder bone laving it gently before disappearing.

"I'll not hold back pet do you understand?" The man said his voice becoming rough. Harry keened knowing that it was him laid out bare and unresisting that had caused the change of voice.

"Yes master." He croaked. A hand caressed the swell of his bottom gently.

"You will use your word if you need to, understood?" The man said forcefully. Harry nodded.

"Yes master." He replied his voice wavering. Could he do this? Accept pure unadulterated pain for Voldemort? A sensuous thrill raced through him. Oooh yes he could, nothing would please him more.

"Count them for me pet." Was all the warning he got before something whistled through the air and a fiery burn was branded across his bottom.

"O-one!" Harry cried out just before another blow fell. "Two!" He hissed arching and wriggling against the vicious sensation of pleasure and pain. "Three!" he gasped accepting the fiery ache as the other spots began to throb comfortingly. "Four- f-five!" harry shivered and let out a soft sob as the sensations threatened to overwhelm him. "S-six, seven, e-ight, nine! Oh god!" He cried out as the blows rained down. "T-ten, eleve- twelve, th-th-thirteen!" He was gasping the fire creeping through his veins relentless. The blows were scattering up his back now in a lattice work pattern that only Voldemort could understand. "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen!" He grit his teeth bearing down on the pain as the incessant sound of the cane soaring through the air and the resulting thwack-ing sound it made as it hit his flesh sounded a counter melody to the blood rushing in his ears. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty o-one!" He bit his lip at a particularly painful crack and was startled when hands that had before seemed hot slid across the inflamed skin like embers so hot that it was almost painfully cold. Eh groaned at the confusing sensations.

"Oh my beautiful Ares, you did so well." Voldemort's rough voice filled his every nerve and he whimpered as a hand cradled his cheek and a finger pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth to it reminded suddenly that he still had the man's cum all over his face as he tongued the finger open mouthed worshiping it feeling vulnerable somehow in the wake of such pain. He had never before wanted pain, yet it was the most intimate act he could ever remember participating with the man. To let the man lose himself to let himself loose all restraint, pliable to the man's will... Gently the man lifted him to his knees and cupped his jaw pressing a kiss to his lips, surprising him with the cool rush of water that soothed his parched throat.

"Master…" He whispered nuzzling the hand that continued to cup his jaw as he accepted the sips of water.

"Let me show you something I didn't show you in your dream Ares." The man whispered quietly. Harry quite literally screamed as ice cold water poured over his heated back leaving him shivering and feverish at the same time until the heat returned full force leaving him gasping for air.

"Master!" He pleaded unsure of what he wanted simply knowing that the man would take care of him.

"Hush now pet, ease back…good, concentrate on the sound of my voice…yes that's it." Harry felt himself relax allowing the man to guide him until he was aware of his body, aware of the water caressing his still firm arousal in little teasing rivulets of now warm water. He gasped as hot lips traced his stinging flesh caressing each line with one long, torturous stroke of that skilled tongue.

"Ahhh! Master! Oh Merlin…Master-master-master-master!" He cried out as thumbs parted his heated cheeks just as they had done in his dream and a tongue thrust deep inside of him wriggling around until he was a mess of nerves and sensations crying out blindly. Lips closed over his opening sucking and nipping on the puckered flesh leaving him to cry out in ecstasy. "In me! Please master I'll do anything please!" He ached with want with need, he wanted the man deep inside of him, buried and claiming. He cried out gratefully as a slicked finger slipped in teasing him mercilessly for a moment.

"How do you want me pet?" Voldemort purred. "You've begged so prettily tell me how you want me." Harry shivered, nearly coming as a second finger entered him just as devious as the last.

"Want you! Want all of you- until it burns and I'm screaming it, claim me! Please Master claim me!" Voldemort let out a barely restrained growl and shoved another finger in with the rest no longer teasing. Harry shifted against the resulting burn, the tightness and need. "Yes! Yes! Rough like that! Need you like that!" Harry sobbed nearly incoherent. Voldemort let out a hiss and the fingers were removed from him making him moan piteously until at last Voldemort slid behind him and clutched his hips moving forward in a slick, burning, breaking glide that stole his breath and made him scream almost in the same instant. Something, he wasn't sure what, but something shifted inside of him, magic swirled around him and pain and then pain and pleasure were all he was aware of. Teeth bit into his shoulder breaking skin before moving sensuously a hot tongue lapping up the resulting blood as nails scraped across his sides and front leaving long vivid lines that stung as sweat beaded on his skin.

"Mine." Voldemort growled his voice no longer human as he tugged back the enormous heat leaving him empty in its wake before it returned to him with an earth shattering quake.

"Lle a'maelamin!" Harry gasped out almost too lost in his pleasure to understand what he'd said. Voldemort shivered behind him and rocked his hips wildly brushing against something inside of him that made Harry cry out as stars flashed behind his eyes.

"More, speak to me Ares!" Voldemort hissed the order tight. Harry could tell that the man was close just as he knew that his next words would damn him yet nothing could have stopped them from spilling from his lips. Not the shame, not the knowledge that he would never be the only one for Voldemort, not the understanding that he was setting himself up for immeasurable pain.

"Amin mela lle tura!" He sobbed his tears clinging to the fur of the blindfold as he held on to the barest shreds of his control waiting for the man knowing there would be hell to pay if he came without permission.

"Cum for me my pet, come now!" Harry let out a hoarse scream as he came the Parseltongue slipping across his skin like a belated caress. For a moment he was lost, lost in sensation and bliss as heat filled him his master buried deep inside of him as he pulsed making him shiver in primal delight despite the mindlessness of orgasmic bliss. Owned. Filled. Claimed. He was panting as he came down from his high and his entire body ached in both pleasant and unpleasant ways though even the unpleasant held some appeal to him. He gasped as the man slipped from him and warmth seeped out in a gentle messy pulse, satisfying in a way he would never understand.

"Thank you." He whispered with raspy undertones. Voldemort hummed and dragged his body close pressing his face to his chest.

"Mine." The man said simply before nuzzling his hair. Harry smiled thinly as reality hit him in a bitter-sweet way.

Lle a'maelamin…

Yours my beloved.

His eyes drifted shut behind the blindfold and a small frown tugged on his lips.

Amin mela lle tura…

I love you master.

He was doomed. A tear slipped out from under the blindfold. He knew how it would end. He knew he would admit to it soon even if his mind rebelled against the devastating thought. He was in love with Voldemort. His mate- his one, yet never would the man be truly 'his' he relaxed as he listened to the man's slow deep breathing. There was nothing he could do about it now. It was too late. He was, as Severus had put it- a fool. A bloody, idiotic, moronic, fool…