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The wet towel made a quiet thud as he dropped it to the floor. Voldemort's eyes didn't leave his face. He reached out slowly and pressed the tips of his fingers against his jaw. Voldemort closed his eyes and whispered his name and Harry murmured,

"I love you…I really do…"

He crawled on top of him, his legs on the outsides of his thighs. Tom wrapped his arms around him instantly. He pressed his palms against his shoulder blades and then slid his hands lower, slowly, down his back. The warmth of his hands and the warmth of the fire behind him felt like a soothing embrace.

He leaned forward and kissed him. It was tentative, sweet. The kiss was slow, unlike the one they'd shared in the forest all those months ago or the one from a few hours ago. Where that kiss was hot and hungry, this kiss was reserved. Tom's lipless mouth felt soft pressed against his. When he put his hands against the hardness of his chest and pressed his tongue into his mouth, Tom groaned, pulled him closer, and deepened the kiss.

Goosebumps broke out all over his skin. His senses flew into overdrive. He could feel everything and knew nothing but where Tom's mouth and tongue touched his, his hands against his back. Tom pulled back and Harry noticed that his eyes weren't pure crimson…they weren't pure brown either…It was a mixture of them both…a deep cinnamon…Tom cupped his cheeks and spoke,

"Harry…Do you really want this?"

The room was dark except for the light at his back. The corners of the room were blacker than ever. The air was hot, humid, full of electricity and magic.

"Yes. I want you."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he added,

"Anything you'll give me."

He reached down and pulled off Tom's robes before working on the buttons of his black silk shirt, Tom opened his arms. He tossed it off to the side and looked at him. His chest was hard, solid, his skin imperfect and scarred. White scars glistened in the firelight. Harry knew where they were from…He knew who'd inflicted them on him. He reached out and touched one, running his finger across his skin, and felt him shiver.

Tom leaned forward and began kissing his neck. He tongued the spot beneath his ear, then nipped and bit his skin as he worked his way down to his collarbone. He moved his hands down to his hips, squeezing, holding him still.

He tossed his head back, living for nothing but the feeling of Tom's mouth against my skin. When he dropped his head lower, taking one of his nipples into his mouth, biting gently, he moaned. Tom made a noise deep in his throat that made his skin tingle.

He reached down between them, unlatching his belt, whipping it free from his pants and tossing it to the ground. When he popped open the button fly of his pants and dipped his hand inside, Tom pulled back from him and groaned.

"There's oil on the vanity…"

Harry loved how much his voice was strained. He got up and grabbed the oil from the vanity. Tom was suddenly behind him and grabbed him by the hair. He tugged and when he turned around and looked at him, he grinned wickedly and yanked on his hair harder,

"Come here."

Tom dragged him to the bed and kissed him again, immediately slipping his tongue into his mouth. He moaned, pressed his hands against his chest, loving the feeling of his bare skin against his own.

Tom's erection strained against the soft material of his pants between his thighs. He rubbed his hand against him, relishing the sound of his deep groan. When he went to pull the waistband of his underwear down, Tom loosened his grip on his hips and lifted himself enough to help him shove his pants and underwear down his legs. Tom's hands immediately returned to his after he eased his pants off.

Tom took the oil from his hand. At the same time, he began kissing his neck again, biting harder now, lapping at his sensitive skin after he bit. The popping sound of the cork could be heard somewhere far in the distance, but he couldn't tell where. Eyes closed, he could focus on little but Tom's touches, the feeling of his hot cock pressed against his own between their bodies.

He reached behind him, one hand roughly grabbing his hip and spreading him open. A moment later the cool petting of his slick finger….He yelped and Tom used that opportunity to slowly push his cool, wet finger inside him. He moaned breathlessly,

"Oh…"

Tom chuckled but kept pressing his finger inside, deeper,

"Have you done this before with someone?"

Unable to do anything else, he leaned forward, rested his forehead against his shoulder, and shook his head. After the briefest of pauses, Tom asked,

"Not even yourself?"

He could barely find his breath. Tom's finger pressed all the way inside him, stretching him, an invasion to his body. And then, just as slowly, he pulled back out. And then in again. The slow burn of the push and pull stole all his attention, every last thought he could muster. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Tom pulled his finger out, only to push another one back in alongside it before he spoke quietly, patiently…Harry could hear the smile in his voice,

"Harry…Answer me…"

Breathing heavily, he spoke,

"No... Why?"

Tom pressed both of his fingers deep inside him. When they couldn't go any farther, he curled his fingers, brushed the small bundle of nerves inside him. He gasped. Tom licked up his jaw to his ear and whispered,

"No one shall ever touch you again. You are mine now, Harry…Just mine…"

He closed his eyes and moaned Tom's name. He wasn't sure if it was supposed to come out as a plea or a whine, but right then, to him, his name was gospel. Tom spoke quietly,

"You look prettier when you moan."

Tom grabbed hold of his erection with his free hand and rolled a finger against the drop forming at the tip. He began to pump up and down to the painfully slow melody his fingers set.

The moment he thought he wouldn't be able to take the slow torture any longer, Tom pulled away from him. Harry breathed out shakily when Tom laid him back on the bed and then the rounded end of him pressed against his entrance, pushing carefully inside. He groaned deep in his throat as Tom slid into him, inch by inch.

When he was fully inside, Tom kissed his jaw, whispered his name. His hand began stroking him again to the same rhythm his hips rolled. He breathed heavily, looking inside his clear brown eyes, him looking back into his.

He tipped his head back and he pressed his palms flat against his chest and began kissing a trail from the divot in his collarbone up to the bottom of his jaw. His fingers flexed a little more tightly, and his pace quickened. He whimpered and moaned.

Keeping the slow, methodical stride, Tom leaned forward and pressed his mouth to his. The kiss was hotter than the fire. It was unhurried, sure of itself, as though they'd kissed like that every day since the dawn of time. He slid his tongue into his mouth, brushed against his lips.

Among all his kisses, touches, and the deep-rooted feel of all he drove into him, something else crept, tracing after his touch. Smooth, gritty shards raked against his skin, scratching in the wake of a gentler touch.

Tom deepened the kiss, whispered crude comments sweetly in between breaths.

It started as a tickle on the side of his thigh. A gentle kiss, feather, light and delicate. Then the watery feeling of scales moving against his bare flesh. It travelled from his thigh up to his hip bone, pausing there. Then around his stomach, against his belly button, higher still.

The end of its tail brushed the side of his hip. A gasp escaped that Tom stole for himself.

"Tom…"

He said as the serpent moved up, trailed across his nipple, to the top of his shoulder,

"There's not a part of me that doesn't want you."

With a shift of his hips, he moved a little quicker, pressing against the spot inside me that made his throat close and showed him stars…

He tossed his head back, his eyes still closed. The snake slithered its way around his neck, once, twice, the edges of the scales sweeping across his bottom lip. The pressure inside him began to build, like a volcano about to erupt. Tom gripped his hair and hissed,

"Damn, Harry…"

Tom pressed his forehead against his throat. He cracked his eyes open, and even in the darkness of the room, he watched the black serpent move from his throat to Tom's, wrapping around both of them, squeezing them together.

It was the coldness of the scales, the feel of Tom's ragged breath against his chest, the almost painful constriction around his throat that tossed him over the edge. He came with a small cry, Tom's hand on him speeding, then slowing. And then he felt his body tense below him, and he followed close behind. When his ability to speak returned, he murmured,

"I love you, Tom…I love you so much…"

Tom ran his fingers through his hair and whispered,

"I love you too."

It was like the crackling of electricity…a clap of thunder…. something broke…something shattered and Tom screamed.