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Possession
Chapter XXVI - The Thanks Due
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Voldemort looked down at Harry. He was so beautiful especially now that the Dark Lord could feel the blank wall that had signified the presence of his destined mate in his mind weakening. Harry would awaken in the morning as he had told the girl but he could be awoken earlier.
With a casual gesture the Dark Lord sent a surge of magic towards the door, disabling Dumbledore's charm and enforcing his own. It was subtle but effective. Anyone would still see the closed door but they would think nothing of it and until morning, no one who was in the castle would have a desire to see Harry. He licked his lips as he looked back down at Harry and then could hold back no longer.
He kissed him, tasting fully what had been denied so long to him. He had been dreaming about Harry for weeks and the taste of him was wonderful. After a long moment he pulled back, savouring the flavour. Harry was even better than he remembered. Sweet but with a tang that bespoke power. He kissed him again before drawing back to consider what he should do.
He knew despite the developing bond he could feel deep in his mind that Harry wasn't ready for him. Not yet. Harry was advancing but still needed to grow before he was ready to acknowledge him as his lover and while he could force Harry the time for that had passed. Harry would never accept him if he truly raped him and he had no desire to see those emerald eyes clouded with tears. Anyone who dared to hurt his prize would die in the most painful way he could devise. Harry was his and the only tears he would shed would be those of passion, of uncontrollable desire when he was in the Dark Lord's arms.
He could use Confu again and while it would be pleasurable it wasn't what he wanted.
No... He didn't want to force Harry and he didn't want to trick his prize, he wanted willing co-operation. Ah...
Harry was growing because of his 'unknown lovers' attention, getting over the pain and fear of being raped by the memories of a better time. He could use that. With a few murmured words he placed a silencing spell on the room and then placed a rather interesting charm upon himself. It altered perceptions so that all his prize would perceive would be his eyes and that would be enough according to the little serpent still twined on his arm.
After that he reached out with his mind, touching the weakening wall that was Harry, coaxing him to awaken as he gently moved them both on the bed, turning Harry to face him as they lay down. As green eyes fluttered open he bent his head forward to once again taste the succulence that was Harry.
Harry was confused for a moment but then Voldemort was surprised. Lithe arms wrapped around him and strong legs rose and hooked themselves around his hips, locking on to his body with a firm grip. Then the Dark Lord felt himself flipped by a strong vice like grip and he found himself looking up into burning emerald eyes. He had one startled moment to comprehend the passion blazing in those depths before Harry dove forward, locking his mouth on to the Dark Lords as small hips plunged against him.
After a moment Harry pulled back, rocking back on the bed so that he sat on the Dark Lord's hips, looking down into crimson eyes with hooded emerald orbs. He smiled down at his lover, licking his lips sensually. "I wanted to see you," Harry murmured as his hands roamed over Voldemort's chest. Small fingers picked at the silken ties that held his shirt closed.
"Harry..." Voldemort gasped before he was silenced by a small finger pressed to his lips. The Dark Lord kissed it gently, nodding his understanding as he allowed his own hands to reach under Harry's pyjamas. Speech was not necessary for them.
But desire was making Harry almost inhumanly fast and soon the boy's fingers were caressing white skin. The unexpected and skilful attention made Voldemort gasp, throwing back his head and exposing his throat. Harry swooped muzzling the white skin and nipping gently so that he could feel the rasping of Harry's tongue, teasing him.
Heprah had trained Harry and it was training Voldemort would have Harry reject utterly but skills could not so easily be forgotten and his body remembered. And from what the Dark Lord could feel Harry seemed to have accepted his body's knowledge and his greatest desire was to pleasure his lover in thanks for the pleasure that had been given previously.
The Dark Lord moaned as Harry continued to nuzzle his throat and small hands moved downwards, pushing away his silken shirt and robes, drawing circles over every inch of skin, always moving down. As Voldemort realised he was losing control he tried to flip Harry but found his efforts stopped by the lithe bulk above him. For a moment, green eyes looked up at him, and Harry shook his head, murmuring the word "No" before he went back to teasing and licking the white skin beneath him.
Voldemort fought the cry that escaped his throat as Harry's small hands caressed his erection through his pants. The boy was so skilled and the Dark Lord could feel the devilish delight Harry was taking in driving his excitement higher. He gritted his teeth, fighting not to thrust himself into those hands but Harry was so delightful and he could feel himself loosening at the thought of Harry entering him. It only made his excitement sweeter.
Voldemort growled and moved his hands to Harry, running them over the small chest in an effort to take control again but Harry looked up at him once more, his eyes showing slight confusion. "No," he murmured again. "I want to thank you." Harry smiled and it was with a sly note he added the words: "Let me show you what it means to be loved."
The Dark Lord froze and that instant of indecision was enough for Harry. He reapplied himself to the Voldemort's body with a vengeance and after a moment the older man relaxed fully. This is what he wanted from Harry and next time it would be his turn to gratify his treasure. With that final coherent thought he gave himself over to the pleasure Harry was giving him, not even noticing the faint glow of power that surrounded him and the answering glow from Harry. Their two auras merged, two distinct colours that twined around each other.
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Harry sighed contently as he felt long arms wrap around him and he heard word spoken with the afterglow of love.
"You are so beautiful," Voldemort whispered as Harry snugged next to him, resting his head on his chest. The Dark Lord ran his hands over Harry's skin, tracing out archaic patterns with his fingertips.
"You rescued me," Harry responded, turning slightly to look into his crimson eyes.
Voldemort shook his head. "I did nothing more than what anyone with true power would. And I got you as my prize." He leaned down and kissed the crown of Harry's head.
"Prize?" Harry frowned.
The Dark Lord laughed at the pure innocence that was in his beloved's tone but he sobered quickly. "You are mine and I will not let them hurt you again," he said fiercely.
Harry nodded briefly before he yawned. Despite the sleep he had been in, that had not been one of rest. It had been a sleep of transition but he couldn't tell yet what had changed.
"Sleep." The word was whispered and Harry felt his eye lids grow heavy as he complied. He was safe here. He knew that. There were warm arms wrapped around him, strong hands caressing him and a magical aura surrounding him that would obliterate anyone who meant him harm. His red-eyed beloved had kept his promise and would watch over him as he slept. With a small yawn Harry snuggled closer, enjoying the after glow that was filling him as he fitted himself to the curves of his beloved descending into sleep again.
Voldemort watched as Harry fell to his suggestion. He had only needed the merest hint of power for the boy to succumb and as he shifted the sleeping form gently he placed tender kisses on his skin. Eventually he slipped off the small bed and stretched, feeling his muscles protest against the motion.
-Did you have fun?-
The Dark Lord spun at the question, his whole aura flaring with power as he sought the speaker and all traces of fatigue and pleasure faded from his form as his eyes flashed. After a moment he relaxed but hissed softly as he realised the incredibly pleasurable lethargy Harry had left him with had vanished. "Yes, I did," he snapped the response back to the shadow that had materialised in the corner. "Do you want to make yourself useful and tell me who hurt him?" He questioned.
-No.-
The insolence..! The Dark Lord felt his magic gathering to strike but then Harry shifted and he felt his power fade. "What do you want?" He asked. The shadows didn't serve him but in time he would command them.
-From you? Nothing. I am merely the first manifestation of the Master's power.-
Crimson eyes narrowed. "He is advancing?"
-Protected by us he has no choice but to advance. He will be ready when the time comes.-
"So why did you let them hurt him?"
-From pain is born power, as well you know."
Voldemort stroked Harry's hair gently. "I know," his voice was quiet. "Will you protect him from now?"
-Only he can protect himself.-
The Dark Lord nodded as he pulled out his wand, stroking long fingers over its supple length. He could see in Harry's aura the Sword of Gryffindor and he nodded to himself. Dumbledore was doing what he could so it was time he gave his mate similar protection. With a flourish he laid the thirteen inches of yew that had served him so well over the years beside Harry, watching as Harry's aura flared and the wand vanished. Fire seemed to blaze over Harry and he felt its power pull at his soul.
"I will not let them hurt you," he reaffirmed his promise as he glanced back to the shadow. But it was gone.
-I am still here.- The whisper was almost below even Voldemort's sharp hearing. -He unconsciously wishes to protect his red-eyed lover from the Dark Lord so I will be here for a while.-
The Dark Lord blinked before he understood Harry's thoughts and a soft smile crossed his features as he looked down at the sleeping boy. He was progressing but he had a long way to go.
He closed his crimson eyes for a moment focusing on the bond he had with Harry. It was stronger now... The power of their combined blood was breaking through the protective wall Harry had put around himself and the Dark Lord suppressed a shiver at the strength of the bond that was forming. This wasn't any normal bond... This was deeper than anything he had ever known. When it was complete they would be bound together and there would be no separation. It went beyond even the most permanent Binding Spell he knew of. He and Harry would be one being - mind, thoughts, souls and power. Some bindings tied souls, some minds and some thoughts but none could tie all three and none could unit two beings powers.
Voldemort laughed. "Harry..." He breathed the word. "What magic have you wrought?"
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