A/N: Okay, so this is something I've only seen once. It's a priest!Harry but he's also an incubus, so be warned, this is SLASH!! It's Voldie/Harry. And yes, Harry is Demetri. ^^

Disclaimer: Nope!

Prompt012- Contradiction

Demetri was just raising the bottle to his lips when it was knocked cruelly from his hands and he found himself shoved once more into the rough brick of the alley wall. Voldemort glared down at him, not even bothering to shelter himself from the rain. Even though his sanctuary from the hell of his true self was now ruined and slipping down the storm drain, Demetri could only manage a vague interest. He looked up at his nemesis blankly.

"You mustn't ever take that filth again, do you understand me?! It's destroying you! Do you want to die?!" Voldemort yelled, seemingly truly distressed by the matter.

Demetri thought about it, really and truly thought about it. Yes. Yes, he did if it meant having to take that foul poison or succumbing to his demon. But…He wanted to live too. Death as a means of escape was cowardly. He wanted to live so he could see…everything. He wanted to witness life in a new light, not the evil it was saturated in now. He wanted peace.

"No…"He whispered softly.

The Dark Lord sighed and ran a hand through his wet hair. His situation was becoming more complicated than it needed to be. Why couldn't the priest-child just admit that he was defeated? That old man was destroying him and Demetri didn't even seem to care! If he wasn't his mate, he would have abandoned him long ago. Demetri's frail shoulders shuddered beneath his hands and the teen began to cough, hard hacking that forced him to his knees on the soaked pavement. Voldemort gathered him up in his arms but the coughing continued until a thick, foul black liquid burst from his lungs to splatter down the hand that Demetri held in shock against his mouth. The emerald eyes were wide and fearful. Crimson intermingled with the fluid and Demetri gasped in air painfully as fast as he could. Voldemort picked the weak and trembling priest up and apparated away.

~ o ~

Consciousness flitted in and out like a dream within a dream. Demetri woke slowly, clutching something tightly in his hand. When he was able to open his eyes at last, he realized that it was Voldemort's hand. He groaned as his head attempted to pull itself apart.

"Just rest, Demetri. It's all right…"

That hand stroked his head and he felt hot and cold all at once, a sign of a high fever.

"I can't…"He whispered and tried weakly to sit up.

The hand pushed him back to the plush, comfortable pillows gently.

"You are not yet well enough to get up, my precious puppet. Stay down or you may trigger another fit."

Demetri huffed but did as he was told. Voldemort smiled and touched his large silver cross, observing the thing as if it were a piece of art and he were a great collector. Demetri, for one, was very surprised. The cross, blessed especially for his holy cause by the Vatican and his Excellency himself, was made with the purest silver and crystal with a hollow body filled with holy water and pieces of garlic cloves. It was inscribed with runes of protection. Come Devil, demon or herd of elephants he was protected. He had similar runes running down his spine and in a circle where his heart was, They branched out to curve over his shoulders and down towards his belly button. The runes on his skin were not for protection but for sealing. Sealing his Incubus inside.

"You can touch it…" He whispered in confusion, to which Voldemort merely chuckled with a shake of his head.

"Of course I can. It is beautiful. I've seen nothing else like it."

This wasn't possible. Dumbledore had told him that Voldemort, the Wind of Death, was a demon from the Devil's very inner circle. If this were so, his enemy should not have been able to bear the touch of a blessed cross against his skin. But the cross was still in his grip.

"I supposed you though me some demon determined to pave the way for your Satan." The Dark Lord laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Well…that was what I was told."

"Sorry to disappoint you. I may be no demon but you are my mate whether you like it or not. Actually, if you would let yourself, you would enjoy it a great deal."

Demetri glared, rolling over so he didn't have to look at the odious man. He would not submit.

"Sorry to disappoint you. I am no adulterer and I will not engage in sex before marriage. I also took a vow of celibacy when I took my vows. If I gave into my demon nature, I would have to kill myself."

The man gave him an eloquent look.

"You are doing an excellent job of that already, my love, " He hissed in frustration, "Did you ever think that maybe, if it were not in your God's plan that we would not be mates in the first place? That you were given to me to do some good?"

His statement made Demetri pause in thought. Perhaps…He would pray on it. Suicide was a sin too. He had always assumed that he would be damned for what he was but Voldemort had a very good point. If he had no chance of salvation, then why was he here? He wanted to live and he wanted to do good in the world. Calming the rage of the Darkest Lord in history seemed like a way to help millions.

~ o ~

Demetri was able to eat some soup over the watchful gaze of the Dark Lord the next morning. The man had not slept nor had he left his side since then. Demetri wondered how long he would last before succumbing to exhaustion. Probably a while. Did Voldemort even need sleep? He had been somewhat surprised when he had been brought a stack of books to read.

"I thought you may like some entertainment. You must be bored."

Demetri took the books with a smile. The Dark Lord was trying to care for him.

"Thank you." He said gratefully before settling in to read.

'A History of the Dark Ages' was truly fascinating and 'Magical Creatures and their Habits' was an interesting read. Voldemort had bookmarked the section on Incubi and had highlighted the paragraph detailing ways that they could avoid full feedings or calm their hunger. It even told about mates and the connection they shared. Demetri was so intrigued that he read the whole section on Incubi front to back twice. Voldemort watched him as he read and only after he finished did he look up to meet his gaze.

"I don't know if I can be your mate like you want me to. The book says I have no choice or I'll die but I'm not sure that I can be the way you want me to." He finally admitted.

Voldemort stood up from his plush chair, walking over to kiss his forehead. Demetri tried not to dwell on how soft those lips were against his skin and how it tingled afterwards. It made his pulse speed in his chest.

"I want you just as you are. It wouldn't matter if you were the Pope himself and tried to kill me every day, I would still care about you."

Demetri smiled lightly.

"His Excellency would certainly have something to say about that."

"Indeed."

~ o ~

Demetri stared at the window in his bedroom darkly, listening to the sound of his door softly opening and closing. He suppressed the depressed sigh. His body was so tired and every time Tom walked into the room, his inner demon went crazy, the hunger clawing at the inside of his body and making it extremely difficult to stay in the same room as the put out Dark Lord. Said Dark Lord, it seemed had had enough of his reluctance.

"I know why you're here," He whispered to the silent man standing behind him while he sat on his bed, " And I won't submit. I am not going to give myself away just to live alittle longer. I won't do it. I would rather the Lord take me where I stand." The priest said calmly, seeming to accept his fate.

Tom had other plans however.

"I won't let you die, Demetri. I can't."

The man's voice sounded tense and almost desperate. Demetri stood up, somewhat surprised. Tom was going…to force him? His psyche seemed to have warring thoughts on this. In his heart, he felt the icy chill of fear and hurt but his Incubus blood thrilled at the thought bringing several erotic images to mind so strong he nearly crumbled beneath them. The weight of Tom's gaze on his own was suffocating and he could feel his blood begin to burn as it always did when his mate was in close proximity. A matured, unmated Incubus was not usually that way for long and he had defied the laws of nature and his heritage to stay pure for as long as he had. He had been terrified of allowing himself to be tainted by an animal but…Tom wasn't an animal. He wasn't a demon at all, despite what Dumbeldore had told him to the contrary. Everything suddenly felt too hot as Tom stepped forward and Demetri found himself pressed against the bedroom wall. Tom held his hands in a vice out in front of him, using the other hand to run through the teen's hair.

"I can't let you die." Tom whispered before his lips were smothering Demetri's and sanity seemed to take a flying leap for a long moment while the boy tried his hardest to regain a thought that wasn't filled with lust and heat.

They parted for air at last and Demetri felt himself picked up and deposited on his bed, whimpering and wide eyed. He had no idea it was possible to be so terrified and yet so aroused all at once. It was such a foreign concept to him.

"Please, Tom…Don't do this. I don't want this, I don't want to be a demon…"He plead brokenly as the man settled above him tenderly.

Tom looked regretful but shook his head weakly.

"I promised you that I wouldn't let anything happen to you. If it makes you hate me in the end, then…so be it. I'm sorry…" He whispered, leaning down near his ear.

Demetri moaned softly at the closeness and the heat he felt radiating off of his mate. His blood was racing in his ears. Tom looked down at his white collar with a glare before tearing it away, flinging it to the floor. He hated everything it stood for. That old man had used Demetri's faith to mould him into some sick suicide puppet for his amusements, keeping him away from his mate. It was because of the old man that Demetri was dying because he refused to feed. It was the old man that had given him that foul poison, knowing Demetri would overdose on it to force away his Incubus and that it would corrode his system. Well no longer!

He went to quick work with the buttons of Demetri's outer and inner shirts, peeling them back so he could admire the flushed ivory flesh beneath. When he reached out and ran a teasing finger across the teen's collarbone and down to where the runes were tattooed around his heart, a strangled moan of desire escaped the priest. Tom could feel his heart hammering beneath the runes and breathed a gasp of his own undisguised lust. Demetri saw the look in his eyes for what it was and shook his head whispering a soft, desperate 'Don't'. Tom's resolve was set however. He wouldn't allow that old man to steal Demetri from him again. So he continued and leaned down to breath along the gorgeous expanse of the boy's pale neck, delivering kisses, bites and tantalizing licks as he went. Demetri was making more noises than the Dark Lord could stand and immediately began to feel as if he were wearing too many layers.

As he continued to worship the body beneath him, he divested himself of his robe and tie. To his surprise, Demetri's shaking hands jerked up from where they had been clenched painfully in the bed sheets and tore his shirt open so he could run his hands over the smooth chest of his mate. Tom shivered and leaned down to capture one of the tight nipples in his mouth. His mate arched up with a cry of pleasure and he could barely resist tearing the boy's remaining clothes from him and taking him there. But he had to wait. He wanted Demetri's first time to be unrushed and while it may not be willing, it would be enjoyable for him. If he rushed, it would be painful and Demetri would never forgive him. Tom wanted him to want to come back for more. His hands ran over every inch of exposed flesh, mapping it and owning it, before they came to stop at the waistband of his pants.

Tom himself was stretched painfully within the confines of his own clothes so he knew that Demetri had to be in agony by now. He pulled the offending trousers down slowly, drawing more gasps an writhing from his partner. What he had done to deserve such a beautiful mate, he would never know. He tossed the pants and boxers to the floor an looked up, stunned into silence by the sight that met him. Demetri was laid across his bed, fully aroused and writhing against his sheets. The two shirts had been pulled back only so he was still halfway clothed and his eyes, now a glowing green with amber around the inner edges, were filled with passion and need. Demetri's pink tongue flicked out to moisten his lips at the intense gaze he was leveled with before his nature took over and he finally jerked the Dark Lord up for a searing kiss, shoving every bit of his need into his mate.

~ o ~

Tom awoke slowly and without care. He had warded the room the night before so Demetri couldn't slip out while he was asleep. Not before they'd had their little talk at least. None the less, the priest's side of the bed was cold and empty. He could hear the sounds of the shower and – was he imagining it?- the muffles sounds of tears. His stomach wrenched in guilt but he shoved it away. He had to save him. He wouldn't let Demetri die. Tom stood, ignoring the languorous feeling that begged him to curl back up in bed with his beautiful puppet in his arms. Instead, he sighed and walked over to the bathroom door, opening it cautiously. Steam billowed on the inside and the sounds of rinsing could be heard. He paused in front of the open shower and just watched Demetri for a long moment. The teen chose to be silent and couldn't seem to bring himself to look at him. Tom could see the angry red skin where he had scrubbed at his skin viciously and turned the water up as high as it could safely go. Trying to wash Tom's essence from his body.

"I'm sorry." Tom said softly, just loud enough to be heard over the water.

"It isn't my forgiveness you need, Tom."

Demetri's voice was quiet and he could hear a small tremor in the Incubi's breath.

"But it's only your forgiveness I seek."

The water stilled at last and Tom reached out to him, only to find the teen suddenly trembling against the far shower wall, warding him off desperately with outstretched hands. Demetri's eyes were pleading but mixed in with the fear was an insatiable desire. Tom understood quickly. He wasn't keeping him away because he despised him, although he may, he was doing it because he could feel that aching burn coursing inside him at just the thought of Tom's touch. Newborns needed to feed often, the Dark Lord recalled. For the time though, he backed away and gave the grateful Demetri his space. He heard the boy issue a prayer from between clenched teeth. Demetri would never accept him if he pushed too hard too fast. He instead grabbed a large fluffy towel and handed it through to him, trying to ignore how delicious the priest looked all wet and pressed against the tile. He summoned him some clothes, as well as a pair of pants for himself. No need to make him uncomfortable. He wasn't sure if the priest would rather his usual habit or something cleaner so he left both options on the counter. With a parting smile, offering what little comfort he could, Tom left the room.

Demetri emerged after a long, worrying ten minutes wearing the t-shirt and sweatpants Tom had summoned for him. He knew the teen would be more comfortable in muggle clothes than in wizarding robes but even so, his dear one looked small and uncomfortable in them, like a child playing pretend with daddy's clothes. With an unsure pause at the edge of the bed, Demetri sighed and crawled in under the covers.

"You already have my forgiveness." Was the strained whisper that came.

Tom nodded but stared him down.

"But you wish you hadn't given it."

He received no response only a slightly depressed look. His silence was enough. Demetri tugged on his clothes uncomfortably to which Tom thought he saw a blush before the teen ducked his head. He smiled alittle.

"I felt like a fake when I put my clothes back on. Like a failure."

Tom frowned, pushing a strand of the dark damp hair behind Demetri's ear.

"You're not a fake or a failure. Your heritage is something neither of us can help. We cannot change it or alter our needs in any way."

"I'm an adulterer." He spat in self loathing to which Tom just scoffed dismissively.

"No you're not. I was going to mate and marry you this whole time. As long as you don't take anyone else to bed, then you remain adultery free."

Demetri looked annoyed and dismayed, perhaps even alittle amused.

"I don't think it works like that." He said flatly and the Dark Lord just smirked.

"For Incubi it does."

Demetri allowed him to pull him close and curl up for sleep, shoving his hunger to the back of his mind for the time. His hand came to rest on the man's bare shoulder though and he couldn't stifle his moan of need. He pondered over the Dark Lord's words as the man smirked into his neck and began to do wicked things with the flesh there. A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth. That man…, he thought with some amusement before letting his lust take him. He was going to need another shower.