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Possession
Chapter XLVIII - Healing Times
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Harry bit lightly on the Dark Lord's lower lip, as he ran his hands up and down his lovers back. Voldemort had similarly embraced him, his long fingers tickling over Harry's spine.

Their legs were tangled together. He remembered how good his red-eyed lover had tasted and shivered slightly with the anticipation of more. It would be better this time, sweeter because he knew the truth. He pulled back, licking his lips as he brought his hands around to pluck at the ties on the Dark Lord's cloths. It appeared the man appreciated the old ways because he had conjured cotton sleeping garb for both of them, tied rather than buttoned. The garments were loose and were of such a fine weave that they felt like silk. But right at the moment, they were interfering with the task at hand. He supposed he could have magically vanished them but that didn't seem right.

He could feel the Dark Lord's long fingers tugging at the ties on his own shirt and smiled at Voldemort before he muzzled his face into the white skin of his throat, licking and nipping. He continued to pull on the ties of shirt next to him, as he raised his legs, hooking one over his lover.

"No, it's my turn" Voldemort said, as he turned Harry to lie on his back before straddling him. "Let me pleasure you." He rubbed himself against Harry, grinning as the boy squirmed, emerald eyes clouding with delight. He had one tie on the boy's shirt undone and the other came free easily. He pushed the cotton aside, exposing Harry's chest and moved one hand to a small nipple.

A shiver passed through the smaller body at the touch. "So enchantingly expressive," the Dark Lord laughed as Harry moaned. Harry gasped, throwing his head back at the skilful pleasure.

Voldemort moved to muzzle Harry's neck as the boy had done to him, nipping a line along the artery he could feel before he extended his tongue to lick at a sensitive ear. He could feel his own excitement rising at the small noises Harry was making. Small hands were pressed against his chest, through the fabric of his shirt. The serpent within was becoming aroused and his breath quickened as his magic responded, mottling his skin with the patterns of the Serpent King.

With a slight tremor Xatarass awoke and suddenly he could more than taste Harry, he could smell him, smell the sweet sweat beginning to form on him and smell the clear scent of aniseed and vanilla, tangy and intoxicating but purely Harry. He moved back to kiss his little one, the taste of vanilla becoming stronger as his tongue entered Harry's mouth but the sharp aniseed never faded entirely.

Emerald eyes looked at him and small hands were running through his hair, keeping their mouths locked together, not that the Dark Lord was complaining. He persisted in kissing Harry, hot, wet and passionate, pulling back periodically so that they could both draw breath before they continued their ardour. He bit into Harry's neck, sucking the skin.

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Voldemort breathed in the scent of vanilla, breathing deeply against the lethargy consuming him. -My only,- he sent the thought, so private that it could not be spoken, to Harry. My saviour, he added silently, the irony of the situation not lost upon him. "I would have almost sworn you would have called me Tom," he said softly, longer fingers stroking black hair as Harry gulped for air, recovering.

"No," the whisper came to him as they snuggled together. Emerald eyes were closed in complete rapture.

"Little one, I will allow you anything." If Harry wished to call him that, he would not deny it.

"No, that's not you," Harry shook his head as he rolled them back into the centre of the bed, guided by nothing but shadows.

Voldemort sighed struggling against the heavy repletion that was coursing through his system. Xatarass had been completely sated on the surfeit of pleasure given to him by his precious and the satisfaction was making him sluggish. It was like a snake that had been sun bathing too long, he was completely rested and now needed to rest in the shade to recover.

"It's not you," Harry seemed to sense the remaining question and he answered it easily although his voice showed his own weariness. "You are Lord Voldemort, not the child Tom Marvolo Riddle." Emerald eyes gazed at him for a moment before he continued. "You were once him but he died before I was even born and I do not love Tom Marvolo Riddle. I love Lord Voldemort."

The Dark Lord nodded, sighing as he smiled slightly, tightening his arms around Harry. He breathed in Harry's scent again, closing his eyes. -There is nothing to do today but rest,- he sent the thought to his beloved, recalling his orders to the Death Eaters and the Shadow's Gift, knowing Harry would be able to pick them up as he lost consciousness, falling into a deep pleasant slumber, secure in the knowledge that his precious one was with him.

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