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Voldemort spent his day answering questions from the MET about Katie. They had found his number in her phone. They also wanted to know if he knew that her husband had a heart attack while in their custody.

Voldemort kept his cool, his usual lawyer on hand, and sat through five hours of questioning. Of course, when they shoved photos in his face of him coming out of the old bar where he usually met with the old timers, he almost launched himself across the table to strangle one of the detectives.

They had that bar under surveillance. How long before they started watching every move Voldemort made and taking note of whomever he came into contact with? Normally that wouldn't bother him, but even though they didn't know about Harry yet, that wouldn't remain the case for long. Panic iced his insides and he scurried to figure out a way to get the MET to back off. That wouldn't be easy. The only other option was to stay away from his lover and that, Voldemort didn't know if he could. He was strong, no doubt, but walking away from Harry would mean employing a will of steel he didn't think he possessed.

When the detectives finally let him go, he sat in the back of the SUV, with Avery and Nott up front, and stared out the window. He'd have to do something. Harry was a lawyer for heaven's sake, his reputation could be ruined if the cops started sniffing around in his direction.

His phone dinged in his lap and he smiled. Just like that. A text from Harry, inquiring about his day and Voldemort was okay. He was smiling as they messaged back and forth, feeling those Goddamn butterflies in his stomach. He had to give that up?

No way he could.

Upstairs in his apartment, he took a shower to wash away the grime of the day and exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist—using another to dry his hair—to find Rodolphus and Bella in his bedroom. More specifically, in his bed. He stood still, damp towel in his hand and watched them. They were a couple, not officially married, but they'd been together far longer than most marriages Voldemort had seen. They suited each other, Rodolphus more quiet and subdued, Bella bright and boisterous.

Rodolphus was on his back, legs splayed as Bella crouched between, alternating between blowing him and finger-fucking him. The sight had the desired effect. Voldemort was hard. Of course he was, they'd all been in this little triangle for years. They'd always been his go-to people when he needed something uncomplicated, when he wanted to play but didn't feel like going hunting for his next toy. They were hot together, devoid of inhibitions, and normally he'd be on that bed, joining them in a heartbeat. Bella wiggled her ass and Voldemort caught the glisten of moisture between her legs. Rodolphus's fingers were twisted in her hair, his grunts loud as he thrust in her face and worked his ass on the fingers inside him.

Voldemort was aroused, no question.

"What are you doing?"

As if he didn't know. He threw the towel on the nearby armchair and strode over to them.

Bella pulled off Rodolphus with a wet smack of her lips, drawing a disappointed grunt from her man.

"We heard you were locked up."

She glanced at Rodolphus, lips red and swollen, eyes filled with want as she turned back to Voldemort and let her gaze drift over his body.

"We thought we'd help you get rid of the tension, Master."

She winked. Voldemort's cock responded, jerking under the towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced at Rodolphus. The need was stark on his face as well, but he preferred when Bella led the way. She spoke for them both, always.

"Not today, guys."

He turned away and walked over to his closet. The mattress groaned and footsteps fell before Bella spoke at his ear.

"You haven't played with us in a while, Master"

Her lips were at his ear, both of her hands sliding up his back and coming around to wrap around his neck.

"Come to bed."

She bit his earlobe, one hand travelling down his chest, plucking at his nipples.

"We want you, Master."

Voldemort shook his head, not bothering to turn around.

"Sorry, Bella. Not gonna happen today."

She pressed against him, her naked front to his back. Voldemort felt her, the hard points of her nipples, the heat radiating from between her legs, and his body responded, hardening more, but this…he couldn't do it to Harry.

"You want us."

Bella purred as she cupped him, squeezing his erection through the towel.

"Rodolphus's already open for you, and I'm wet."

She wiggled against him.

"I could take both of you in me at once. Like before. Remember? Two cocks, my hungry pussy."

Damn. The words sent a flash of heat through Voldemort, over his skin. She pushed her advantage then, stroking him, grinding her pussy against Voldemort's ass. He glanced over to the bed. Rodolphus's gaze was on them as he stroked himself with a finger plunging in and out of his hole. Voldemort tore his gaze away. This wasn't helping at all.

"No."

He wrenched away and Bella's nails scratched his shoulder, fairly deep apparently because it fucking hurt. And of course, pre-cum wet his tip. Shit. He whirled and faced her confused expression.

"This isn't going to happen. Not now, Bella. I'm sorry."

"But…"

Voldemort hardened his voice.

"Don't push yourself on me again, Bella. No is always no. Remember that."

She ducked her head, properly chastised. Rodolphus got off the bed and came to her, throwing an arm around her shoulder and hugging her close.

"We just wanted to help you feel better, boss."

He glanced at Bella then back to Voldemort.

"We're sorry if we overstepped."

Bella nodded her agreement. Voldemort sighed.

"Listen, guys. It's okay. I just…things are different and I think this,"

he motioned between the three of them,

"we need to cool it."

He stepped forward and put his arms around them both. They hadn't done anything wrong, he was the one suddenly pulling away, acting differently.

"I'm sorry."

Bella looked up.

"You met someone, Master."

That wasn't a question. Voldemort granted her a brief nod.

"Yes."

Rodolphus smiled.

"That's good. That's really good, boss."

Bella asked.

"But she doesn't know about you?"

Voldemort grinned and stepped back.

"He knows all about me, but I really don't like seeing him with other people."

He shrugged.

"I have to give him the same courtesy."

Bella stared at him, mouth agape.

"What?"

Voldemort squinted at her. She smiled for the first time.

"It's really serious. Never thought I'd see that."

Voldemort flipped her the bird. They laughed, but he sobered quickly.

"He's not in the business,"

he said softly.

"In fact, he's as far as you can get from it, so I'd like to keep this between the three of us."

He stared pointedly, and they nodded.

"Of course."

"Sure thing."

He turned away then.

"Good. Now you two take this someplace else, I have a date."

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