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Chapter 7 : Under the influence

Tom woke up in the evening shocked about what had happened. The Potter boy had gone down on him and he had come in his mouth. He had been so weak after having his blood collected, the Dementor attack and the poisonous healing lotion spread on him that he hadn't been able to fight it. He had never had sex before, nor had he ever really wanted to. Harry had shamelessly used him and his weak state to his advantage. He needed to kill him. Nobody used Tom and got away with it.

Tom glanced at the dark haired boy sleeping next to him. How dared he just lay there after what he had done to Tom. He hadn't been helping Tom like he pretended. No, Tom knew exactly what he had been doing. Harry had probably been planning this all along. Maybe perhaps with Voldemort himself. Tom didn't trust either of them. They wanted his powers, his health, anything they could get from him. He needed to fight back harder than before. He looked and Harry and narrowed his eyes.

You are so dead.

It was beginning to get dark outside. Tom looked behind the long dark green curtains in front of the big window in his room. He would go outside for a walk to clear his head. He summoned his wand that had again been taken from him and left the room.

Harry woke up to an empty bed. Tom had left. Harry sighed. How stupid he had been doing that to Tom. He figured there was something in the healing lotion he was made to put on Tom that had intoxicated him. Normally he would never have done anything like that. Where had Tom gone? Was he still hurt? Did he hate Harry now?

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. Harry felt thankful that he actually still had clothes on and let the person in. To his horror he was looking at the white snakelike Voldemort eye to eye.

"Been having fun, have we?" Voldemort asked, looking at him with an angry look.

"Ehh.. I healed Tom if that's what you mean. I don't know where he is right now, I swear" Harry said.

"So how did it go? Any complications, hmm? "Voldemort said, looking furious.

"Not really," Harry said, looking embarrassed.

"Don't lie to me! I know what you did to him, to ME!" Voldemort shouted.

Harry panicked. This was it. Voldemort was gonna kill him now and was just going to make another horcrux in his place. It's not like he had a problem killing any more people.

"I.. The lotion burst.. he would have died like you said!"Harry shouted in his defence.

"Oh really? He would have died unless you pushed your tongue down his throat and then sucked his dick until he came in your mouth? Is that what I asked you to do?! Crucio!" Voldemort shouted.

Harry felt a sharp pain and fell down to the floor. The pain was unbearable and the sick bastard seemed to be getting off on his pain. Wait, not just one of them but two. Tom had come into the room and was standing in the door frame looking down at Harry and smiling.

"He deserves it. Punish him harder" Tom said and Voldemort upped the level of pain in Harry's crucio.

Voldemort looked at Tom approvingly and it seemed like the two of them were bonding over torturing Harry. Harry couldn't believe it. How could he ever make it alive out of there having two versions of Voldemort both hating his guts?

"Harry might have done the deed but you didn't fight it. If you weren't still weak I would also torture you, do you understand?" Voldemort hissed at Tom who nodded.

"So boys, do you have feelings for each other now? " Voldemort asked amused.

"Please. I could never like him. He is weak, pathetic and was just using my weak state to his advantage. Personally, I think by doing so he humiliated both of us, don't you agree?" Tom said.

Voldemort nodded. Harry was still being tortured and was too weak to respond anything to this.

"Indeed. It's only fair you get to punish him too. Don't pretend you don't have your wand, Tom. I know you do. Punish him" Voldemort said.

Harry's eyes widened in panic. He couldn't take being under two crucios at the same time. He would die. Surely Voldemort and Tom would know this. But would they even care if he died or was that what they were trying to do anyway?

"Imperio!" Tom shouted pointing his wand at Harry.

Harry stood up from the ground weakly. He fell towards Voldemort who grabbed him to prevent him from falling. Harry leaned in closer to Voldemort's white face and kissed his lips and started to push his tongue inside Voldemort's mouth which had opened from pure surprise.

"I know you want to try his kiss too. '' Tom smirked having Harry under imperius all the time.

"Not like this.. no" Voldemort shook his head. Harry wasn't in control of his actions.

Harry was probably too weak to even try to fight Tom's imperius after being tortured for so long.

"Are you waiting for candles? Do you fancy him" Tom asked mockingly.

After hearing this Voldemort started to meet Harry's tongue with his and pulled Harry closer and they kissed passionately. Voldemort let his hands slip on Harry's ass as Tom looked at all of it amused.

Voldemort broke the kiss and pushed Harry backwards.

"Let's have him take his clothes off" Tom said and Voldemort just nodded.

Harry started to take his clothes off slowly as both Tom and Voldemort looked at him eagerly with both lust and a bit of disgust in their eyes. Soon Harry was completely naked in front of them and both Tom's and Voldemort's eyes traveled curiously on his body.

"Do you want to fuck him?" Tom asked, looking at Voldemort who was taken back from his direct question.

"Of course not. Look at him, he is disgusting. Just a powerless little boy" Voldemort said.

"But he already took his clothes off, shouldn't we do something with him?" Tom asked.

"The pervert would enjoy it" Voldemort said.

"Not necessarily even tho he is such a slut" Tom smirked and Voldemort understood what he meant.

"No. Just make him touch himself. That will humiliate him enough for now." Voldemort said.

Tom pointed his wand at Harry who started to stroke his manhood in front of the two most evil wizards alive. Tom's and Voldemort's eyes were glued on the sight of Harry stroking his penis back and forth. Harry started to moan, and Voldemort wasn't sure if Harry was actually enjoying it or did Tom make him moan with the imperius. Harry started touching himself faster but when Tom noticed Harry was about to come he made him slow down. Both Tom and Voldemort were extremely hard by watching Harry but both pretended not to notice the other's hardness.

Finally Harry came and Tom and Voldemort laughed and left Harry there to lie all alone with his cum on his stomach.

Harry was finally freed from the imperius and he laid on his bed in the darkness with tears in his eyes. Tom and Voldemort had tortured him and then humiliated him. Harry was grateful that they hadn't raped him tho. Or was he? They both seemed to think he was a disgusting slut. If they had voluntarily touched him at least Harry would have known that they didn't think he was repulsive looking little brat.

And what was the kiss with Voldemort about? Voldemort had been surprisingly tender with him and the kiss hadn't been as disgusting as one would think it would be to kiss the murderer of one's parents if anybody would ever even think about doing that. Maybe that was part of the torture. To kiss Harry so well that he couldn't hate it and so that Harry would totally disgrace his parents.

Harry felt dirty and like a filthy slut like Tom had said after Harry came on his own stomach after touching himself. He did really much feel like was a filthy whore now after sucking Tom's cock earlier and then having touched himself in front of both of them. It didn't matter that he had been under the imperius curse the last time and first time maybe under the influence of the poisonous lotion. A stronger person would have been able to fight off both of them and not just do what his weak body told him.

Even worse he had come in front of Tom and Voldemort, an obvious sign that he had liked it and had really been turned on by them watching him. What would they do to him now? Would they continue torturing him or just kill him and get it over with?

He cried and felt so ashamed.

"Sorry mom and dad"

The next morning Voldemort woke up thinking about the kiss he shared with Harry. He didn't like to think about how it had happened. Tom had been pressuring him to do it. Voldemort hadn't thought that his first kiss would be while the other person was under imperius. He had thought it would have happened by the consent of the both. Surely there would have been many Death Eaters who would have kissed him willingly but not because they really wanted to kiss him. Most of them would have kissed him because they were afraid of him or respected him. Harry didn't respect or fear him enough for him to kiss him willingly nor would he have ever kissed Voldemort by his own free will. So why was he even thinking about it.

::You kissed someone. I smell it:: Nagini hissed and Voldemort felt annoyed by how perceptive his snake was.

::It wasn't real. He had to do it. He hates me and thinks I am ugly" Voldemort sighed.

::Do you hate him?:: Nagini said.

Voldemort stopped to think. Did he hate Harry? Harry was his enemy and had been caught doing unspeakable things to his younger self. But no, he didn't still hate Harry. He didn't hate Tom either. It was much harder to hate himself anyway and he still had something similar with Tom.

He had to know if Harry would kiss him willingly. Maybe Tom's imperius hadn't been that strong and Harry had some control left?

Still, Harry was obviously more attracted to the way he looked before and not the way he looked now. But was it all about looks? Although Voldemort had been the one to kill the boy's parents and had been the one to kidnap Harry and try to kill him many times while Tom was technically innocent to all of this. Tom was just a murderer in the making.

To his surprise when he looked up he saw Harry standing there with his messy black hair and in his muggle clothes that were too big for him.

"I came to apologize about everything that happened yesterday. Please don't kill me, not because of yesterday," Harry said.

Voldemort was almost smiling. At least he was sorry about it. But did it mean he was sorry about the kiss too and wished it never happened?

"I mean I am sorry about what happened with Tom. I promise I won't ever touch him again and I am sorry about the touching myself in front of you part. You must be so disgusted" Harry sighed.

"What about the kiss?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"Yeah that too. I am sorry. " Harry said quickly.

"No I mean… Was it disgusting?" Voldemort asked, his heart pounding. Of course it was. He looked like a monster with his white skin and snakelike features. How could it not be?

"No… I mean.. No.. You were actually good" Harry said blushing.

Voldemort couldn't believe it, he was a good kisser? But he had never kissed anyone before. Didn't the boy think he was hideous? But the boy still preferred Tom and he knew it. If Harry had to kiss either Voldemort or Tom he would surely choose Tom.

"Kiss me, Harry. Not because you are scared or the fact that I am asking you to. Kiss me if you liked kissing me. If you like kissing someone you want to do it again. Kiss me to prove everything you said wasn't a lie" Voldemort said regretting saying the words the moment he said them. But he just simply had to know if Harry thought he was a disgusting looking creature or actually someone worth kissing.

Harry leaned in shyly, kissed Voldemort quickly on the lips and pulled back. Voldemort not satisfied with that short little brush, put his hand behind Harry's neck and pulled him closer and deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue inside Harry's mouth who willingly let him in.

The kiss was over fast and was much less passionate than the one they shared when Harry was under imperius.

"I knew it" Said a smirking Tom from the door.

"You were just upset that I was gonna steal your little boy toy"

"I am no toy!" Harry said still ashamed of everything that had been happening and now having been caught kissing Voldemort.

"You sure like to spread yourself around, slut" Tom hissed.

"Tom, haven't I told you not to come to this part of the castle?!" Voldemort said furious, blue eyes flashing red from rage.

"Obviously I am not allowed in your little playground. How many other boys are you hiding here for you to play with?" Tom asked.

"Harry is not a toy but a horcrux, I have already explained this!" Voldemort hissed furious.

"Defending him now, but last night you were very willing to torture him, have him touch himself in front of us and rape him" Tom laughed.

"He didn't rape me. You guys left after I.. well.. you know touched mysef!" Harry shouted.

"Oh dear. Did he obliviate you? He did it, I was there and saw everything" Tom said calmly.

"You sick bastard!" Harry said at Voldemort with sadness, anger and real fear in his eyes this time and run away.