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A cool palm caressedhis cheek. Reaching deep into his sleep it fused dream and reality. Having no energy to crack even one eye open, Harry groaned and rolled onto his back. A wave of exhaustion washed over, gluing his limbs to the mattress.
A warm breath tickled his temple when cool lips pressed to the side of his face and painted a long wet trail down his jaw which was quickly followed by the sensation of watery scales running smoothly over the skin on his stomach. The air hitched, curled in his air passage. Harry had to swallow to suppress his unborn moan. Inclining his head to the side he revealed his neck, and a soft chuckle vibrated against his carotid artery before a greedy mouth attacked his protruding collarbone.
"Mmm…"
Pleasure flared when warm lips brushed over his chest, forcing a weird noise out of his throat. Snaking under the small of his back, wide palms flipped him onto his stomach, and Voldemort's distinct faint scent, coming from the fluffy pillow, invaded his system. Rough fabric scraped his skin when a heavy weight landed on the back of his thighs.
Harry's muscles flexed and every cell in his body tightened with anticipation when two cool palms cupped his shoulders. Gently massaging them they moved lower, followed by the wet hotness of a greedy mouth. When sharp teeth sunk into his shoulder blade and a warm tongue soothed the pain away, Harry let out a shaky breath, only to gasp when Voldemort's hands came to rest on his hips,
"No!"
Reality slammed in, kicking him out of his slumber. Harry twisted around, and his forearm lashed across Voldemort's cheek. With his face whipped to the side, Voldemort drew back, his palm rubbing the corner of his reddening mouth.
"No?"
Anger wrenched its way into Voldemort's low voice when the man faced Harry, displeasure dripping out of his every pore and the darkness turned heavy and suffocating…swirling behind him like a hurricane. His chest rose and fell under the white shirt in a controlled breath.
Peering into the impenetrable, crimson eyes, Harry swallowed as the gravity of the situation daunted him. He ran his fingers through his hair and cringed as the awareness of his sticky skin brought back the immense disgust.
"Sorry about that."
He lifted his chin toward Voldemort's cheek.
"I had a nightmare. You woke me up."
Voldemort seethed.
"A nightmare? You moaned when I kissed you. Your body begged for more. What kind of a nightmare was that?"
The physical need to wash the filth off himself crawled under his skin, forcing Harry to move. He tried to get up, but a stubborn hand pressing against his chest pushed him back onto the mattress. Voldemort's irritated face loomed above his own when his spare hand slammed against the bed sheet inches away from Harry's ear.
"I did not excuse you yet. Where do you think you are going when I am talking to you?"
Voldemort's words vibrated against his lips as the man leaned closer. Harry croaked, as the thought of what was to come seared his cheeks.
"Shower… I'm sweaty."
Voldemort held him,
"It does not bother me."
He turned his face away and spoke,
"Listen… I feel dirty. Let me take a shower first, and I will be back."
Harry cringed, betraying his inner contempt. Voldemort's eyes obscured, and Harry realized that the man was reading his expressions. Trying to subjugate his facial muscles into obedience, Harry forced a mask of dispassion onto his face,
"I will be back in five minutes."
Staring into the soul-consuming depth of the boy's emerald eyes, where revolt tangled in a web of confusion, Voldemort felt darkness splashing in his chest. The boy's wish to escape him cut through his skin better than any blade. He itched to clasp that white throat and squeeze it so hard, the boy's bones would crush and turn into dust under his fingers.
Granting the boy a sharp smile, he pulled back, freeing him from the cage of his attention,
"Go."
Relief released the tension from the boy's lips when he nodded and got up.
Pure, boiling, agonizing rage exploded in Voldemort's chest, demolishing everything inside him. His chest tightened as his lipless mouth stretched into a smile he didn't feel. Watching Harry's back disappear in the bathroom, he got up. He grabbed the collar of his shirt with a furious hand and tore down, buttons scattering across the polished wooden floor before turning toward the bathroom.
With his forehead and forearms pressed against the cold wall, Harry sucked in a deep breath. Seconds ticked in his brain, reminding him that Voldemort wouldn't wait forever, and for the first time in captivity he prayed for time to run slower. The mere thought of sex reanimated in his memory the circles of hell he'd been through in the past month and he couldn't stand it. He wouldn't be able to stand it again.
His heavy breathing misted the tile, and he closed his eyes, hoping that the darkness would provide him with some comfort, but seconds kept ticking, and he still hadn't found how to escape Voldemort's touch.
There is no use… He will not stop tonight, he thought remembering Voldemort's cruel eyes. Giving up, he reached for the faucet, but the sound of the slamming door stopped his hand halfway. Slowly turning around, he watched Voldemort peel his shirt off his shoulders. Torn and depreciated, the expensive garment landed by his bare feet. A painful feeling of horror stormed through Harry's chest. Harry said, trying to control his voice,
"I didn't finish yet,"
Voldemort stepped forward. His heel hit the marble floor, and the echo picking up the footfall multiplied the ringing sound.
Harry swallowed as his focus left his foot and trailed up the length of Voldemort's pants, pale stomach, and chest, until it met his cruel smile and the frost of his crimson eyes. Chilly waves washed down Harry's back and raised small hairs on his arms and legs as he watched the man approach step by step,
"I will wash you myself."
The words fell heavy into Harry's stomach as he realized that the man didn't joke. His muscles tensed when Voldemort's shoulders eclipsed the light, and the warmth of another body hit his face.
Rudiments of disappointment and irritation settled in his spine. A demanding hand cupped the side of his face, tugging him into a rough kiss; the other hand squeezed his hips. Voldemort's movements didn't seek satisfaction but imprinted the message into Harry's brain that he was a mere outlet and had no right to reject his master.
From within, where vibration transformed into the core-shaking earthquake of annoyance, something dark spread from his heart, tainting his soul and blood. The snake coiled tight around his body and Harry stepped forward, returning the roughness of the kiss. His teeth scraped Voldemort's mouth taking the man aback and the metallic taste bloomed on his tongue.
Voldemort's lips disappeared into a thin line and Harry felt a knot of tangled emotions grow in his stomach, hooked his fingers into the waist of Voldemort's pants and jerked them open. Forcing his hand into the pants he grabbed Voldemort's half-erect cock, watching irritation twist the man's features. Do you know how it feels to be used, abused, powerless? Let me show you... Harry's gaze never broke contact with Voldemort's dilated pupils as his hand moved up and down, roughly jerking him off.
"Enough."
Thunders of warning flashed in Voldemort's crimson eyes when he slapped Harry's hand away,
"You want it rough today? I will grant your wish."
The bathroom spun in front of Harry's eyes as Voldemort's palm collided with his shoulder, and he got turned around. His temple whacked against the wall and bright sparks flickered in front of his eyes. A few inches away from his nose his own reflection, caricatural, distorted, mocked him from the golden shower valve.
Voldemort's panting filled his ears as the weight of the other body pressed him to the chilly stone. Fingers shaking, Harry put all his strength into the effort and pushed back twisting his way around until his back was safe against the wall.
Leaning his forearm to the beige tile, Voldemort slanted forward, eyes trained at Harry's lips. He was so close Harry could taste his bitter-sweet breath on his tongue. The arousal splashing in the depth of Voldemort's pupils brought to his bloodthirsty expression something raw and wildly sensual.
Harry swallowed. Adrenaline, anger, and Voldemort's worked up face triggered his depravity, and he mindlessly inched forward, colliding their lips in a greedy kiss. The desire to drown Voldemort in the same pain and pleasure the man granted him poisoned his blood. He grabbed his shoulder tight as he snaked his free hand into the man's pants and grabbed his hips. The image of Voldemort moaning under him, rolling his head and biting his lip in painful pleasure crashed Harry's heart against his ribcage. Harry's cock jerked for attention. Rubbing against Voldemort's crotch it marred his pants with the first drops of desire.
Arms wound around Harry's torso. Voldemort pushed his knee between Harry's legs and attacked his neck with a stinging swarm of kisses; his hips moving, rubbing against Harry's erect flesh. Cool palms burned their way down the small of Harry's back, spread his butt cheeks; Harry tensed when Voldemort's fingers found his entrance.
The blizzard of rejection hit Harry's skin and chilled the air around them as Voldemort pulled back, his face drained of blood. The tension of crimson eyes and the almost painful twist of his lipless mouth made Harry nervous.
With time, Harry had gotten used to be naked around Voldemort, but at this instant the acrid awareness of his nakedness and defenseless against the man's blunt touch crashed down, and he pushed Voldemort's hand away.
Voldemort's face darkened. With a guttural roar the man shouldered Harry into the wall. His toes collided with Harry's ankle, kicking his feet apart. Harry hissed as two rough fingers forced their way up into his body.
"No, stop!"
For a second, Harry's every muscle cramped as an acute pain shoot through his core. His vision tainted, and his breath caught up when he felt Voldemort's fingers moving inside, searching for something.
Hopeless, defeated, and hurt, Harry closed his eyes. The seizure gradually let go, and his insides resounded with a dull ache of disturbance. He lifted his face to Voldemort and spoke,
"I want to die…I just want to die…Kill me, please. I promise I'll stay dead this time."