Blooming Flowers
Home Again.
The first thing Voldemort said when Severus and the children entered the house was, "Did you bring me anything?"
As the children rushed by with a quick hello to their Papa, Severus raised a brow, before pulling out the stone. Voldemort looked at it, then back up at Severus.
"Is that—?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Harry."
"…..How?"
"You really don't want to know."
The Dark Lord looked back at the stone, then back at Severus.
"Gimme," he said, making grabby hands.
Severus put the stone back in his robes. "No."
"But I want itttttt!" The Dark Lord whined as he followed his lover to their room.
"Stop whining," Severus told him as he unshrunk his things. "You're the Dark Lord."
"Exactly, and I demand you give me the stone." Voldemort pressed up against Severus' back.
Aware of the hands on his hips, Severus pressed back and Voldemort made a pleased noise. "Demands do not work on me, Milord."
"Mmm, perhaps I should change my tactics then," Voldemort purred as he nuzzled his lover's ear.
"Oh?" Severus inquired playfully.
"Mm-hm." The Dark Lord nibbled on the reddening earlobe. "Maybe something a little more seductive, or perhaps you would be more receptive to something more aggressive?"
A hand was stealthily making its way down to Severus's trousers. Another hand grabbed it, but from the grip, Voldemort knew Severus was still playing along. With that in mind, he pulled his hand away and turned his lover around to face him. Dark eyes were twinkling with amusement, and a mischief that told the Dark Lord exactly where the children got it from.
Smirking, Voldemort kissed him, biting, and sucking until Severus' normally calm composure was nothing more than a flushed face, panting lips, and dazed eyes.
"I will get what I want, love," Voldemort purred as he nuzzled the lovely neck, his voice dark and promising, "and you will suffer for it."
Severus shivered.
~.~
"…That is not going in me."
"You're suffering, remember? You don't get a choice."
Severus glared, and Voldemort wondered how was it possible for someone who was naked with both wrists tied, and just moments ago had been begging to be fucked, still managed to look like they were in charge.
"It'll be fun," the Dark Lord tried next.
"Says who?"
Said Narcissa actually, but Voldemort figured his lover didn't want to hear that, though from the raised eyebrow, Severus probably had a good guess. However, Severus finally sighed.
"Alright, but just this once."
Grinning, Voldemort placed the item he was holding down on the bed and rolled Severus onto his stomach. He rearranged long limbs until Severus was on his knees and forearms. While wary dark eyes watched him over a bare shoulder, Voldemort picked up the thick dildo, and with a soft murmur, made it drip with lube.
"You bastard," Severus grunted when suddenly the toy was shoved inside him.
"Dark Lord," Voldemort sang-songed, then with another soft murmur, turned on the dildo's special feature.
Severus gasped when the thing pulled out and roughly shoved itself back in, then did it again and again. Fucking the man slow, and hard.
Voldemort groaned as he wrapped his hand around his own cock, and followed the toy's pace.
"It's doing a better job than you have ever done," Severus moaned, when the dildo hit his prostate, and sped up.
Voldemort raised a brow, not at all insulted or hurt. "Why are you so snarky tonight?"
Severus just whined and spread his legs a little more for the toy. Putting away his question for later, Voldemort decided that now was a good enough time to activate the second feature.
Vibration.
"Bloody hell!"
With something very close to an evil smile, Voldemort moved until he was in front of his gasping and moaning lover. He got a firm grip on the long dark hair and pulled the Potion Master's head up until parted lips brushed against the wet head of his cock.
"Suck."
Severus obeyed, his moans muffled as he sucked and licked. Groaning, Voldemort pulled his lover's head down more, making him take his cock a little deeper, red eyes still on the toy, moving his grip on Severus' head in time with the toy's thrusts. He pulled himself out when he felt himself close to the edge.
"Milord," Severus mewled when his lover looked down at him, "put your cock in me."
Voldemort raised a brow and then murmured the spell to increase the dildo's vibration and speed.
Severus's eyes rolled to the back of his head. His lover's cock was shoved back in his mouth, deeper, and pace faster. With a hard shove in from the toy, Severus came with a muffled moan, cum dripping down on the sheets.
Voldemort continued fucking his lover's face, groaning as he came inside that hot mouth. He only pulled out when a line of cum dribbled down Severus' chin.
When he let go, Severus flopped down onto the mattress, twitching uncontrollably.
The toy was still going.
Humming, the Dark Lord watched for a moment before uttering the spell to stop it. The vibration stopped, and with one last hard push inside, the toy stayed there, not moving. Gently, Voldemort rolled his limp lover onto his back and looked at him. Dark eyes stared back, a little aware, and waiting.
Pleased, Voldemort went about getting Severus's trembling arms up. With a spoken spell, the ropes untied themselves and wound around the headboard's elegantly designed bars so that Severus's wrist were locked there.
With Severus in place, Voldemort picked up the small bottle on the dresser. It was cheating, but he had promised suffering, so rules bent and all. After downing the potion, he turned his attention back to Severus, who was still watching him.
"Having problems?" Severus asked, his eyes a little more clear as Voldemort spread his thighs and settled between them.
"I think the situation you're in, is lost on you." With the tingling sensation indicating the potion working, Voldemort started pulling the toy out, lips tilting when Severus wiggled, indicating that he was still sensitive.
Prefect.
As the dildo came out with a wet pop, Voldemort then leaned over and promptly shoved it in his lover's mouth.
"Now, now," Voldemort grinned at the narrowed eyes in his direction when he leaned back, his cock now hard again thanks to the potion, "don't give me that look."
After activating the spell, and with long legs properly slung over his shoulder, Voldemort sank all the way inside his lover in one smooth thrust. Severus's gasp was muffled by the toy thrusting deep and hard into his mouth, but it spurred his lover along nonetheless. Gripping the back of both thighs and leaning forward so that Severus's knees were pressed against his shoulders, Voldemort started fucking his lover.
He wasn't gentle as he thrust fast, and hard, hitting that overly sensitive bundle of nerves that made Severus's toes curl tightly, eyes rolling as he emitted slightly high-pitched muffled noises. The bed creaked, and the headboard banged against the wall with each thrust.
It doesn't take long for Severus to come a second time.
The Dark Lord slowed his movements as he fucked his lover through his orgasm, leaning back slightly as he panted out the stop spell, and watched as the toy fell out of Severus's limp mouth. He raised a brow when Severus turned his head and lazily licked at the dildo's head.
That was new.
Leaning forward, and bending those legs against Severus' chest again, Voldemort gave Severus soft kisses before raising his head and looking into eyes that were still surprisingly aware.
He moved his hips in a deep thrust.
Severus gurgled.
"I told you, my love," Voldemort purred against his lips, setting a pace that was fast, hard and very deep, "I'd make your suffer."
Severus whined and tried to kiss him back.
~.~
With the children eating breakfast, and thus occupied, Voldemort entered the bedroom with a tray of food.
"Wipe that smirk off your ugly face," Severus grumbled from the bed, where he was sitting up against the pillows.
"Considering what you let me do to you last night, I'm pretty sure you like my ugly face." Voldemort went over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and placed the tray on his lover's lap.
"What you did, is the reason why I'm stuck in bed."
Voldemort rolled his eyes, knowing his lover was complaining strictly on principle. Severus had loved it, even stating as much after the potion had finally worn off at the sixty minute mark, and he could form words again.
"Are you listening to me?"
"No, stop pouting." Voldemort kissed him on the lips.
"I hate you."
"Of course you do." Another kiss, this one on the cheek.
"I'm serious."
"I know you are." This kiss went to the jaw.
"I want a divorce."
"We're not married." Another kiss, this one on the numerous marks that were made last night.
"We'll go to Las Vegas, get married, gamble, then I'll divorce you before we go back home."
"That was oddly specific." Voldemort chuckled.
Severus huffed, and took a sip of his coffee.
"…..We can do that again, on special occasions only. The potion I took is taking longer than usual."
"Define special occasions?"
"…Birthdays."
"Only birthdays?"
"At the moment, yes."
"Alright." Voldemort swiped a strip of bacon.
After eating, the tray was placed out of the way, and Severus was able to get out the bed as the pain potion finally kicked in.
"Despite your best efforts," Severus said as he dressed, "I'm still not giving you the stone."
"And here I thought my torture had broken you," Voldemort said as he played connect the dots with the bite marks he had left all over Severus's back with his eyes.
"It did, and pleasantly so." Severus purred, looking over his shoulder. "I also intend to return the favor."
"I look forward to it."
"As for the stone, I have an idea, and if it works out. You may steal an ally from Albus."
"….I'm listening."
~.~
Severus sent out his first letter on a Saturday. With that now set in motion, he went to find his children. They were in Hermione's room, talking with the Princesses, finishing up their telling of their adventure at Hogwarts.
"What an adventure," Belle said after Harry concluded, "I imagine your father wasn't happy."
"No," Severus spoke up from his position from the doorway, "I was not. Don't you two have homework to do?"
"We finished it already," Hermione told him, "we left it on the kitchen table. Papa's looking over it now."
"Very well then, be ready at one. We're visiting Remus and Jacob today."
The children's eyes lit up, and they nodded eagerly before going back to talking excitedly with the Princesses. With that done, Severus went to the kitchen table, and indeed found Voldemort there going over the children's homework that had been completed for the day.
"It's been a long time since I was in school," Voldemort said when Severus kissed his forehead.
"Lost?"
"The only thing I've been able to figure out is Potions, and that's only because I screw you into the mattress on a near daily basis."
"How does having sex with me make you good at Potions?"
"Simple. When I shag you silly, all that knowledge is transferred to me."
"Is that how that works?"
"Yes, it is."
"You are not giving the children the sex talk."
~.~
Voldemort found the reason for Severus's snark that night about two weeks into the Summer break. Apparently, before leaving, Albus had wanted to talk to Harry. The elderly man had hinted at knowing more about what had happened, or at least had a clue, and wanted to confirm it. Severus had refused, feeling a rare uneasiness under that blue gaze before he left.
"Do you believe he knows of Harry's connection with magic?" Voldemort asked that night, running his fingers through the dark hair, as Severus rested his head on his chest.
"No, but I think he suspects that Harry is not a normal child in that regards."
"And the stone?"
"I'm sure he doesn't know, and hopefully my gamble will pay off, and he will never know."
"What do you want to do?"
"For now, nothing, Milord. Not until Albus shows his hand. On that note, how is your project coming along?"
"Very good, we start the interviews sometime in the fall, along with the letters, and by next year the gates will open."
"…..Will you be ready?"
"I've been ready for a long time."
"Not according to Lucius."
"Lucius is an ass-butt."
Severus laughed.
~.~
"How many times must I tell you, not to leave that lying around the house?"
"Whoo."
"The children get enough of their proper nutrients, thank you very much. They do not require your assistance, good though your intention may be."
There was an offended huff and feathers puffed up.
"Don't give me that sass, I'm their father, so I know a great deal when it comes to their health. Now take that out, or so help me I will start plucking feathers."
Hedwig shrieked, but picked up the dead mouse, and flew out the closest open window. Most likely to devour it.
"Did you just have an argument with an owl?" Lucius asked from where had been watching the exchange.
"I've had one with the mutt too," Severus said.
"…..That's adorable."
"Get out."
Thanks as always to my Beta YenGirl.
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