'The eyes glow when it's safe to come here, Draco. That's when the port-key will work. I wouldn't want you to come here when I am not here. It might not be safe.' Voldemort added, 'And you won't be able to use it from school, as you can't apparate or port-key from within the grounds...'
Draco nodded and smiled at Voldemort. 'But I'm here now...' He said in a low voice.
Voldemort smiled lustfully. 'Yes, you are!'
Draco placed the snake port-key on the bedside table and walked towards Voldemort, his eyes narrowing deviously.
He flung himself at Voldemort practically knocking the Dark Lord backwards onto the bed. He grabbed his wrists and tried to pin him down as Voldemort had so often done to him. Without too much effort, however, Voldemort was able to reverse the positions and get on top of Draco, whilst Draco fought back at him.
'Who's a feisty little thing this evening?' Voldemort laughed as Draco struggled. 'I would tie you up if I didn't like the way you fight!'
Draco wanted to fight. He wanted to fight and then to be over powered, he wanted the adrenalin rush. He wanted to take risks. He moved to kiss Voldemort and at the last second he went for his neck, latching on hard and sucking and biting so as to leave one hell of a mark.
'Gods! Draco!' Gasped Voldemort, hugely aroused by the pain Draco had just caused him. He returned the favour, biting Draco's neck so hard that he drew blood. Draco screamed in both pain and delight and fought his way on top of Voldemort, gripping him between his thighs and snarling at him. Draco tore at Voldemort's robes, revealing his chest, he pounced down onto the naked flesh, biting and licking him. He playfully bit down on a firm nipple, making Voldemort gasp in shock and pleasurable pain. Before abandoning his robes completely, he grabbed his wand and cast a charm to remove Draco's clothes. Naked fighting would be more fun.
He grabbed Draco firmly and flung him face down on the bed.
'You are being really naughty this evening, Draco!' he hissed. 'You need to be punished!' He raised his hand and bought it down hard across Draco's ass. The stinging was amazing and Draco yelped. Voldemort spanked him again. Draco enjoyed the pain, he had fantasised about being spanked enough times, the reality was not disappointing. Draco squirmed on the bed as Voldemort smacked him repeatedly. He could feel his ass reddening as Voldemort thrashed him, and his cries were both of pain and rapture.
'Are you going to be a good boy now?' Voldemort hissed, admiring Draco's pink ass cheeks.
'No!' Gasped Draco. Getting up to his knees and staring at Voldemort. 'I won't be!' And with that he lunged towards him, lashing out with his hands, slapping and clawing at Voldemort's torso.
'You little bastard!' Voldemort snapped at him, and slapped him hard across the face.
The pain was more than exhilarating. Draco was knocked across the bed by the force of it. He and Voldemort were on opposite corners of the bed now, like boxers in a ring. The glared at each other.
Draco would never win in a battle for dominance, but he didn't really want to. He wanted to submit, but he wanted to fight first. Perhaps the pain of being slapped around appeased him for not having fought harder in the first place, he wasn't sure, but he lunged at Voldemort again.
Voldemort caught him by the wrists before Draco's attack could be effective, flung him down onto his back and pounced on top of him. He fought his way between Draco's legs where his erection pointed at Draco's entrance. Pinning Draco down he penetrated him roughly with no preparation.
Aroused as Draco was, this was very painful. He screamed in agony. He desperately wanted Voldemort inside him, but like this is was hard to bare, the sharp intense stinging, he was frightened the skin would tear. Voldemort gave him a deep, punishing thrust.
'Fuck you!' Draco screamed, wrenching one of his hands free and slapping Voldemort hard across the face with impressive force. It hurt, but Voldemort only laughed.
'You fucking bastard!' Draco cried, clawing at him with his long nails. The sex was becoming less painful with each thrust, but it didn't lessen Draco's anger. Who was he angry at? Voldemort? His Aunt? His parents? Himself? He didn't know, but he needed a release and Voldemort could give him that.
'Fuck You!' he shouted again.
'Oooh, temper, temper, little one!' Voldemort hissed, screwing him hard and stroking his flushed face gently, while Draco continued to writhe and fight. Draco snarled and couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure as Voldemort hit the spot inside him that made him squirm.
'Not enjoying your punishment are you?' Voldemort laughed pounding Draco harder and Draco flung his arms around Voldemort and scratched his long nails down the length of Voldemort's back, making the Dark Lord hiss with pleasure. Draco reached up and sunk his teeth into Voldemort's neck.
'Aaahh! Fuck!' Gasped Voldemort, frozen for a moment. Draco released him. This time Draco had drawn blood. Draco's eyes narrowed menacingly and he licked his lips.
'Fuck, you evil little brat!' He whispered, shocked. 'Gods, I ought to thrash you senseless for that!' He raised his hand and slapped Draco across the face hard at close range, all the time whilst still thrusting inside him.
He slapped Draco so hard Draco saw stars for a moment. 'Aaah!' He cried in pain. Voldemort had hit him hard enough to make him bleed.
Voldemort slowly licked Draco's face, tasting his blood, loving the smell of blood mixed with sweat, the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. He could taste Draco's adrenalin and his arousal and it drove him wild.
Draco shivered with pleasure as he gasped for breath. Voldemort rolled them over so that Draco was on top of him.
'Ride me, slut!' He commanded. 'Put some of that aggression to good use.'
Draco snarled and began to work his body back and forth, grinding his hips and thrusting his pelvis.
'Fuck, that's good, Draco!' Voldemort hissed, feeling Draco's tightness clenching around his cock and watching Draco taking all of him and loving it. Gasping, Draco flicked his hair back, riding Voldemort like a wild bull. Voldemort arched his hips to give Draco more stimulation.
'Oh Gods! Yes, that's so fucking good!' Draco cried as the head of Voldemort's cock hammered his prostate. He dragged his nails down Voldemort's chest, making the Dark Lord moan in delight at the stinging sensation it caused. He reached for Draco's cock and began to wank him firmly.
'Fuck... I'm so close...' Draco gasped. 'Please, make me come, I need it so bad.' Voldemort smiled a wicked smile.
'Yes, you do. So come for me, bitch, come all over me.' Draco did not need to be asked twice and he came rapidly, spraying his seed all over Voldemort's chest. His passage contracted as he came and his thrusts ripped a ferocious orgasm from Voldemort, who arched his hips and groaned deeply as he came.
Afterwards they lay on the bed. Voldemort gave Draco a cigarette. He had been smoking from time to time since that day in the Shrieking Shack, usually when he was missing Draco. He also offered him wine, which Draco accepted gratefully.
'So, what were you so angry about, love?' Voldemort asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
'I don't know.' Draco replied honestly. 'I'm 15, I'm supposed to be angry, aren't I? Isn't that how it works?'
Voldemort thought for a while.
'Yes, I think so.' He said. He had been angry at 15, he had been angry all his life.
'Thank you.' Draco said quietly.
'What for?'
'Letting me be angry. Fighting me...' Draco trailed off for a moment. 'And not letting me win.' He added quietly. The Dark Lord smiled at him with a glint in his red eyes.
'My pleasure, love.' He hissed. 'I am here for you. Here for you if you need to fight, or fuck, or both.'
'I need you.' Said Draco, putting down his cigarette and turning towards Voldemort. 'I need you to make everything else go away, I need you to be in control.' He whispered softly. Voldemort was puzzled, Draco had never spoken like this before.
'You need me?' He echoed, gently touching Draco's face. Draco's voice had been quiet, and there was a touch of desperation in it, Voldemort wondered why Draco felt this way.
'I need you.' Draco repeated. 'I feel so dreadful sometimes, but when I am with you, you take me away from everything. The whole world stops existing and there is only you.'
These feelings had crept up on Draco over the past months. Somewhere between his horror at becoming Voldemort's lover, and his realisation that he was thoroughly addicted to it, he had emotionally dislodged himself from the rest of the world. Draco walked among the everyday people in his life and exhausted himself by living up to their expectations, but he was not one of them. He was isolated from the world and only felt alive in the moments when Voldemort took him over. In his day to day life he would hear people talk about Voldemort, but it was not the same person, surely, as the one he knew. These people did not know, they could not know. Voldemort had lead Draco so far from the path where he could recognise right from wrong that Draco was utterly and hopelessly lost. Now Voldemort was the only familiar thing in his life.
Voldemort kissed him and held him tightly, not sure what to say. He wanted to keep Draco away from the rest of the world and have him here always. He would have liked to not send Draco back to that terrible school where he was surrounded by mudblood barbarians and the idiots that defend them. He wanted Draco by his side, his beautiful trophy, his prize. He wanted Draco to know how he felt, but the words were hard to find.
'I am here for you Draco, love.' He managed to say. 'You are mine.' He felt Draco smile against his skin. Draco knew he would have to leave and go back to school soon, and the darkness would catch him up, but he could breath now. He was in that 'other' place where reality did not exist.