Chapter 8 : When I say jump, you say how high

Harry ran all the way back to his room with tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe that Voldemort had raped him and then obliviated him. He had thought that Voldemort had been even slightly less cruel towards him than Tom and that harming Harry wasn't what he was aiming at all the time anymore. Harry hadn't even thought that Voldemort desired him in that way at all. And what had Harry been thinking of kissing him when he had asked to? Harry was losing his mind in this castle being held there for weeks and weeks. Why didn't he feel any pain in his body though if Voldemort had raped him? Had he cast some kind of spell to take away the pain?

Harry felt dirty and disgusted with himself. The murderer of his parents had touched him in a sexual way and Harry couldn't even remember it. Should he even want to remember it? At least then he would know what truly had happened and how long it had lasted. Did this mean that Voldemort found Harry attractive for him to want to rape him? Harry shook his head, being raped is no compliment. It means he still dehumanises Harry and wants him to suffer. Mission accomplished then. Harry was indeed suffering by all of least of all the fact that he had agreed to kiss the bastard. He had done it out of curiosity, it was so weird that the kiss they shared under imperius didn't feel disgusting that he had wanted to know if he was losing his mind for real. Neither of the kisses had felt disgusting in fact but he sure felt sickened by all of it now.

Voldemort was furious. Tom had really gone too far this time. Why had he lied to the Potter boy that he had raped him when Tom knew perfectly well that it never happened? He had just wanted to destroy the little trust Harry had for Voldemort. Harry had even willingly kissed him. The kiss had been brief, but it had felt better than anything Voldemort ever remembered himself feeling. Tom had walked in just at the wrong moment and then ruined the moment and his entire relationship with Harry. Not that you could really call what they had a relationship. Whatever it had been was definitely over now thanks to Tom.

Tom lay on the floor inside Voldemort's big spacious bedroom. He had just been under a well deserved cruciatus. Voldemort threw Tom's wand at him.

"Pick it up and stand up!" Voldemort commanded and Tom rose from the ground pointing his wand at him.

"Expelliarmus!" Tom shouted. Voldemort easily blocked the spell.

"Incendio!"Voldemort cried and Tom's robe caught fire but quickly Tom easily muttered "Aguamenti".

Voldemort was frustrated that he couldn't go for the killing curse like he normally would have in an occasion like this but he couldn't kill Tom as he still needed him but he was considering if the need was great enough, but he decided it was and gave up.

Tom looked him in the eye looking a bit scared knowing that Voldemort was thinking of killing him that moment. Voldemort put his hands around Tom's neck and proceeded to strangle him. Tom was fighting back and whispered "flipendo" and Voldemort fell to the floor.

"Stupefy!" Voldemort then cried and Tom fell unconscious on the floor next to him.

Tom woke up in his room some time later with a headache. Voldemort had stunned him and obviously brought him back to his room. Tom wasn't still sorry about the lie he had told. Seeing the two of them kissing had been far too disgusting to allow it to continue. What was wrong with Harry anyway? Kissing a man who had killed his parents? Voldemort he understood, maybe he had an appetite for young men and it was not like Harry was hard on the eyes. Tom was gay therefore Voldemort would be too.

Tom still felt upset that Harry had used his weak state to his advantage and touched him but he had to admit it had felt really good. Harry had a talented tongue and mouth. Tom started to think about how Harry had sucked him and noticed himself being very hard soon from thinking about it. He felt disappointed with himself, getting turned on by being abused by some Gryffindor boy. He could have of course tried to fight the so-called abuse but he had felt really, really sick and weak then and how could he say no when something felt so good no matter who was sucking him? Harry wasn't the worst option when it came to that anyway as Harry was good looking and at least not a mudblood.

Tom let his hand travel inside his boxers and started stroking himself. Thinking about how Harry sucked him made him so horny he couldn't hold it anymore. Tom was moaning and stroking himself when the door to his room opened and he saw Harry standing in the door frame. Harry's eyes widened when he saw what Tom was doing and he tried to walk away.

"Stop right there" Tom said and stopped touching himself but still keeping his huge cock out in the open for Harry to see. "What did you have to say to me?"

Harry was having trouble finding the words, seeing Tom all naked and hard like that.

"I just wanted to apologize for sucking you and also I wanted to ask if it really is true that Voldemort really did rape me?"

"Of course it's true, why would I lie? And as for your apology do you really think that saying sorry will cover for what you did?" Tom hissed.

Harry shook his head and looked down sadly. "I don't know what to say. What can I do"

"You should pleasure Voldemort in the same way you pleasured me"

"What?" But he already raped me. I don't want to even see him. And why would you want for me to do it anyway?" Harry asked.

"Because if he is unhappy he will put me under cruciatus ten times a day. I would much rather not be tortured by him every other minute"

"But.. Me touching him won't make him happy anyway, he hates me. I doubt he would even want me to do it. And honestly I don't want your forgiveness that much" Harry reasoned.

"Did I stutter? Voldemort may want to keep you alive but you are no horcrux of mine, do you understand? I will kill you unless you do everything I say, got it?" Tom hissed.

Harry nodded and left the room. Tom felt satisfied by the new turn of events. He had Harry so afraid he would do just about anything now. Even though the sight of Harry and Voldemort disgusted him to no end it was true what he had said. Voldemort would continue to torture Tom unless Harry did something to make Voldemort happier than he was now and the Potter boy did really have a talent for sucking. If Harry would be able to make Voldemort feel even half as good as he did Tom there would be easier days ahead for Tom. But would Voldemort even allow Harry to do it and would he be suspicious of why Harry suddenly wanted to do something like that? Tom just hoped Harry was good at coming up with lies.

Voldemort sat on a green armchair in the living room that had been modeled after the Slytherin common room. He was thinking about proper punishment for Tom and what to do with Harry to make him to believe he didn't rape him. He had done enough bad things to the boy, Harry thinking he also had raped him was a bit too much to add to the mix. He wouldn't forcibly take anyone anyway. He was a murderer but not a rapist. Living with Harry the past few weeks had actually been tolerable, much more tolerable than it was living with Tom. Tom's personality was much harder and breaking him down seemed hopeless. Tom still fought back and did everything he could to sabotage his plans.

Harry walked in and sat on a chair next to his. Voldemort felt himself being a bit relieved seeing the boy there. Maybe there was a way to make him believe the truth after all.

"I don't care that you raped me. It really is not rape because I was willing" Voldemort heard Harry saying and couldn't believe what he was hearing. He hadn't even done it but Harry said he would be willing? Voldemort didn't understand why Harry would be willing for him but what reason would he have to lie when he knew that Voldemort couldn't kill him?

"I didn't do it, Harry. Tom is lying, I don't know why. I want us to get along given the fact that I need to keep you safe here with me. I wouldn't do that to you, not to anyone in fact"

Voldemort couldn't tell if Harry believed him or not. He didn't even seem to be listening to him. Harry went down to the floor and was now kneeling in front of Voldemort and started to pull Voldemort's pants down.

"Harry! What are you doing?" Voldemort gasped but Harry didn't seem to listen as he just kept pulling on Voldemort's pants until they were on the floor. Voldemort was now wearing only black boxers and a black tight t-shirt. Harry started to pull off Voldemort's shirt and Voldemort allowed him, revealing Voldemort's white ripped abs. Harry seemed to be admiring them and then he lowered down and kissed Voldemort's big bulge on the top of his boxers. Voldemort gasped.

Voldemort wasn't sure why Harry was doing this but he couldn't deny he had been dreaming of Harry in that way for sometime now. Especially after last night when he saw Harry touching himself he had been so horny he had to have almost run to his chambers to release himself. Now the little tease was offering himself to him, seemingly willingly. How could he turn that down?

Harry continued to kiss on top of his boxers and Voldemort felt himself getting painfully hard and took his own boxers off to give Harry better access. Harry immediately moved on to kiss on Voldemort's long thick white penis and Voldemort gasped loudly. Harry started to move his tongue up and down on his shaft slowly and teasingly and Voldemort felt like he was going to explode. He needed for Harry to take him inside his mouth but Harry was just teasing him. Voldemort put his fingers into Harry's now longish messy black hair and pulled Harry by his hair and pushed all of his length inside of Harry's mouth. Harry didn't gag which pleased him even though he was very long and his penis was now touching Harry's throat.

Voldemort then proceeded to fuck Harry's mouth who was eagerly accepting his huge manhood deeper and deeper, Harry's tongue playing with sensitive tip of his penis as Harry sucked him. Voldemort constantly pulled on Harry's black hair to fuck Harry's mouth even harder than before. Harry's lips were tightly around his cock and Voldemort felt he was going to cum soon. Harry's hand found his big white balls and started to squeeze them gently and Voldemort felt himself losing it and came inside Harry's mouth who very obediently swallowed it all.

After recovering from his orgasm Voldemort saw that Harry had a weird look on his face but didn't really care to speculate why he looked like that. All of the sudden Harry just got up and left without saying a word.

Harry couldn't believe he had done it. Maybe dying would have been better. He wasn't actually afraid of dying nor did he really want to die and Tom had seemed to be serious about killing him. He didn't mean anything to Tom after all as he wasn't his horcrux. Had Voldemort been telling the truth about not raping Harry? Why would Tom lie about it? Harry didn't know what to believe anymore. He was living with two Voldemorts who both were obviously manipulative and capable of anything.

Harry's thoughts went back to what he had just done to Lord Voldemort and not even the young version of him that could not be held accountable for his parent's deaths. He had sucked the man who had done unspeakable things, killed his parents and so many other innocent people. Harry had made him come using his tongue and his mouth. Worst part was that Harry could feel himself being hard at that moment, bringing Lord Voldemort to completion. Harry hadn't been surprised to see that lord Voldemort's cock was the exact same size as Tom's given that they were the same person after all. Harry thought about how white Voldemort's body was, even his penis was as white as his other skin. They tasted a bit different, Tom and Voldemort, Tom tasted sweeter, a bit more pleasant taste but still both of their tastes were oddly sexy. Harry shivered in disgust. He was thinking about the two of them in a very sexual way and wasn't completely freaked out or disgusted. He was actually glad that nobody was around to see his fall, to see him give in to his own body's temptations this way.

Harry didn't even want to think about what his parents would say if they were alive or Sirius or Hermione or Ron. Maybe it was a good thing he was held prisoner here so no one would ever know what he had done. Harry sat on his bed hugging his feet looking absentmindedly out of the window when he saw the flames on the fireplace in his room become green.

Albus Dumbledore walked out of the flames. Had he walked in a few hours earlier Harry would have been very excited to see him but now Harry felt too ashamed to be happy about Dumbledore coming to his rescue.

"Harry, thank goodness you are alright. Get your things, there isn't much time. I could barely break the charms and curses to get in here as it is. This place is heavily protected with magic"

Harry just looked at Dumbledore. Would Dumbledore even want Harry to come with him if he knew what Harry had just done.

"What are you waiting for? Get your things and come here" Dumbledore shouted.

But it was already too late. Lord Voldemort had detected his spells being broken and was already there holding a wand pointed at Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore" Voldemort hissed his voice full of disgust and to Harry's relief Voldemort had gotten dressed and wasn't walking around naked. That would have just alerted Dumbledore to what they had been doing much faster.

Voldemort and Dumbledore started to duel and Harry couldn't tell who was winning, he just hid behind a closet to be safe from it.

"I thought I heard voices" Harry heard Tom say who had appeared there holding his wand in hand and narrowed his eyes in disgust when seeing Dumbledore.

Harry ran towards Tom to prevent him from helping Voldemort in battling Dumbledore. Dumbledore shot one final spell at Voldemort who fell on the floor and then Dumbledore ran towards Harry and Tom grabbed the two boys and apparated away taking the two boys with him.

"NO!" Voldemort shouted in rage still on the floor of Harry's former bedroom having just seen Dumbledore take his two hostages away.