"Say it."
Harry gulped nervously as he looked down in his lap. He wasn't sure if it was a trap or not. Voldemort couldn't be serious…He'd told him in the chamber of secrets that he'd despised that name…
Voldemort caressed a spot underneath his ear and leaned closer to him until he could feel his breath ghosting over his lips,
"Say my name, Harry."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he whispered,
"T…Tom…"
Voldemort's hand vanished from his cheek and Harry opened his eyes hesitantly. Voldemort had moved away from him and he was standing in the doorway…It almost looked like he was about to leave. Harry spoke,
"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have…"
Voldemort's face was expressionless…his lips were pursed in a flat line and his eyes were just blank. He was about to get up to his feet when Voldemort spoke,
"Just stay there… I'll be outside."
Harry could only watch as Voldemort walked away. He banged his forehead against the table at his own stupidity and then cursed loudly at the wave of pain that consumed his head. He closed his eyes and waited for it to pass before lifting his head off the table and wondering about Voldemort's reaction. In all this time here, he'd never seen him that withdrawn before. It bothered him and worried him. And once again he cursed himself. He shouldn't have said his name.
His head throbbed and he knew that if he thought anymore, his headache would return so he tried to refocus on the crossword that was open in front of him. He read the clue out loud,
"Depraved desire."
Lust.
The bottle of lube was still on the table, an open invitation to something completely forbidden. Harry rolled his fingers into his temples, trying not to think of sex or anything else but failing miserably. He turned his attention to the Sudoku puzzle, trying to remember what numbers were, but his blood flowing south, turned his mind to mush.
He didn't have long left with Voldemort. Was it so bad to indulge, to see what it would be like to give himself over completely?
Harry got up out of his seat and started making his way out of the kitchen and through the corridors towards the exit. It took him a while to locate Voldemort but by then his head was really starting to spin, and his breath was ragged from overexertion, but he needed that bit of pain. He needed some reason to stop even if his desire overrode it. Voldemort seemed to sense his slow approach, turning around. His brow tightened, and he shook his head.
"What are you doing? You're not well, Harry."
Everything turned dark for a moment but when his vision returned Voldemort was rushing towards him. He got to him just as he was about to fall and caught him by the hips, steadying him.
"What's wrong?"
Harry spoke,
"You shouldn't have asked me to do it if it hurt you that badly."
Voldemort's gaze softened as he held him still,
"No… You did not hurt me…I was just taken off guard by how wonderful my name sounded coming from your lips…"
Voldemort went silent for a moment and Harry waited for him to continue,
"I had always hated that name because it was so ordinary… I despised that… But it didn't seem ordinary when you said it. It felt special…"
Harry couldn't help but smile at that,
"So, I can say it then."
Voldemort nodded,
"You can."
That was enough to make him grab Voldemort's head and bring him down for a kiss. Not a gentle kiss, but one that was sure to aggravate Voldemort's almost healed lip. He grunted, and Harry sucked harder until he pulled away. Voldemort stared wide-eyed at Harry; shock clear to see on his handsome face. It was only the second time Harry had shocked him, and it felt good,
"Harry?"
He breathed out,
"I want you. No lines."
Voldemort widened his eyes and stared so deeply into Harry's he swore he saw straight to the center of his soul. Not the boy who lived and Lord Voldemort, but Harry and Tom, and Harry wanted Tom so badly it hurt, especially when he knew it was days until he'd have to return to Hogwarts and to him it seemed like hell now… He was going to hell, but he'd enjoy himself first. Voldemort inquired softly,
"You want me?"
"Yes."
"Then you've got me."
Harry yanked him down by his shoulders, lifting himself on his tiptoes in an act of desperation to kiss Tom again. As soon as Tom started to lead the kiss, Harry pulled his mouth away, starting on his body. He unbuttoned his silk shirt with shaky fingers and stared at the smooth, pale skin.
He could only reach Tom's pecs. He licked over the tight stretch of muscles, following the trails in his skin, the dips of his collarbone. Harry sank his teeth in Tom's flesh, feeling the shiver and the involuntary jerking motion.
He continued to bite, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave red dents. He could smell and taste Tom's distinct scent and couldn't get enough of it on Tom's skin. Tom's fingers found their way to his hair and he shivered at the blissful sensation, then fed his fingers through Tom's in return, and tugged hard.
Tom growled into his ear with lust and arousal dripping from every syllable,
"We cannot do this here."