Yo! This chapter is a...treat of sorts to all my awesome readers. You'll see why. Credit for this chapter's basic idea goes to Zaidee Lighthart! And just a reminder guys: this IS a slash fic for a reason!
Voldemort was in bed. That wouldn't have been at all odd if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't alone. There was a second person, but their figure was in shadow, and he couldn't make out who it was.
Curiously, he reached out to touch. It was a man, a fairly small one. He ran his hands over a smooth chest, and heard a soft moan. Ah, a young man, then, perhaps even a teenager.
"That's right, touch him." A voice sounded in the darkness, but it didn't belong to the one in bed with him. The voice belonged to a female.
For some reason though, Voldemort didn't question anything, and simply did as the voice instructed. He touched the young man again, even as he was touched in return, fingers trailing down and then back up his chest.
"Go on," said the girl from off to the side. "Kiss him."
The Dark Lord did just that. He cupped the younger man's cheeks, tipped his head back, and slanted his mouth over his companion's, kissing him hungrily and swallowing his moan.
The figure pushed himself up against Voldemort, skin against skin, while the female voiced her encouragements to the sight.
"Can you feel him?" she said. "Hard and hot against you?"
Voldemort groaned as the figure ground down, fingers delving into hair that shouldn't have existed. But he didn't notice. He splayed a hand across the younger's back and pushed him into him, grinding upward to increase the friction.
The figure moaned again, louder now, and wrapped his arms around the Dark Lord's neck. "Please, please..." he whispered in a strangely familiar voice.
"Look at him," said the girl. "He's already begging for you. Won't you give him what he wants?"
One of Voldemort's hands snaked in between their bodies, long fingers curling around a firm cock, eliciting another moan from the shadowy figure, who pressed desperate, needy kisses to the Dark Lord's neck and shoulder, arms tightening around him.
"What do you want?" Voldemort asked, his voice low.
"I-I-ah!"
"He wants you to fuck him," said the girl. "Isn't that right, Ha-"
Voldemort woke abruptly, breathing rapidly and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He stared at the ceiling above him, blinking slowly as he calmed.
"Master?" said Nagini, who had been sleeping at the foot of the bed. "You smell agitated."
He didn't even look at her, eyes still unknowingly fixed on a single point of the roof. "...I believe I have been scarred for life, Nagini."
The snake was silent for a moment, before she lowered her head back down and replied. "Welcome to the club, Master."
Meanwhile at Hogwarts, Harry lay in his four poster bed in his dorm up in Gryffindor Tower, panting and blushing furiously.
What in the world had he just dreamed!?
He wasn't sure who the shadowy figure was, but it had been a man for sure. A tall, very firm, very lean man, with soft hair, and a deep voice, and...fascinating hands that made him feel quite strange indeed.
There had been a girl there too, and though he had only heard her voice, Harry was positive Hermione had just been encouraging the mysterious figure to...do...stuff to him.
Harry was ninety nine point nine percent sure this was Voldemort's fault.
Well, not so much a treat as it is a teaser to one, huh? Oh well, I tried my best. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!
