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"Why didn't you tell me you were arrested again?"

Voldemort froze.

"How…"

Damn. He'd hoped to keep that to himself.

Harry stared out over the water.

"News."

Harry had taken him out for a stroll. Nowhere Voldemort hadn't been before, but it was different doing it with Harry. Side by side. They'd eaten dinner from a food truck, tacos for Voldemort and a lamb gyro for Harry. Now, they'd arrived at one of the walkways along the Tower Bridge and were staring out over the River. The sound of the water was soothing, hypnotizing. A few other sightseers were around, but Voldemort paid them no mind. Traffic from the bridge blinked in and out in the distance. He finally spoke,

"I don't want you involved in this,"

Harry sighed. He didn't look at Voldemort. Instead his jaw ticked and the lights from the cityscape lit up his emerald eyes. Voldemort bit his lip and then blurted,

"They might have me under surveillance. I think…Maybe we should reconsider this."

Harry cursed swiftly.

"Damn it, V."

His heart beat was loud, Voldemort looked away.

"Don't call me V."

But it was a weak protest. The horn of a boat broke through the air, and they watched as the yellow boat, navigating the water way, headed out on another run. Harry said suddenly.

"Come away with me,"

Voldemort jerked his gaze back to him,

"What?"

"This weekend."

Harry straightened and touched Voldemort's face, hands warm and soft,

"I need…I want you all to myself."

Voldemort shook his head,

"I just told you I could be under surveillance by the MET and you want to go away, just the two of us?"

He didn't understand.

"Just this weekend."

Harry pressed his forehead to Voldemort's, but Voldemort stepped away, casting a covert glance around. Harry growled.

"Don't."

He yanked Voldemort back, but Voldemort fought him. He snarled the words under his breath.

"You don't. We're in public, possibly being watched. So, you don't, Harry."

Harry spoke in a tight voice,

"It's dark out here, there's about five other people on the whole damned walkway. And most importantly, I don't care. I will touch you whenever and wherever I want."

Voldemort gazed at him, at his face shadowed by the night,

"That's sweet, but not bloody practical."

Harry kissed him, a hard and insistent press of lips,

"Nothing about us is practical, V. But it's good, we're good."

It was good, but Voldemort knew it could go bad and fast.

"I don't want you hurt."

He bVed his thumb over Harry's cheek.

"I can't watch you hurt."

He forced a smile.

"That's my role."

Harry's teeth flashed.

"Then say you'll come away with me. Two nights and we'll have the time to discuss what we'll do about your situation."

Voldemort rubbed his head and looked out over the calm water. He didn't think, just allowed his heart to make the decision.

"Yes."

Harry's smile was the widest he'd ever seen.

"Good. Now let's go home, where you'll explain to me where the scratches on your skin came from."

The smile fell way, bringing coldness to his eyes. Voldemort clasped a hand to his neck.

"I…I…"

How had Harry seen the damn scratches anyway?

"Not now!"

Harry pushed away from the railing and began walking away. Voldemort grabbed his hand.

"It's not a big deal."

Harry scowled. Damn.

"Nothing happened."

Harry didn't break his stride, and Voldemort hurried after him.

"Really?"

Damn. Damn it. Harry didn't speak to him in the car on the ride back over the Tower Bridge. Voldemort tried to explain the situation with Bella and Rodolphus, but something told him he was just digging a deeper hole.

Back home, Harry parked in his designated spot and they took the elevator from the parking garage. Harry took his hand then, holding him tight, offering comfort even when he was mad at Voldemort. Voldemort whispered,

"I didn't do anything with them. It was tempting and hot to find them going at it in my bed, but I thought about you and how I'd feel if you were in that position."

Harry looked at him.

"How would you feel if the roles were reversed?"

Voldemort didn't even have to guess.

"Someone would get killed."

Guaranteed.

"I don't want you even touching someone else."

Harry was his.

Harry backed him into the elevator wall.

"Now you know how I feel. Those marks? I want them gone, V. They're right there for anyone to see. I want them gone."

He sounded harsh, eyes flashing anger and arousal.

"I don't think you understand what that does to me. Knowing someone else got close enough to mark you like this."

Harry's face was granite, eyes hooded.

"That tight, hot fist you felt in your gut when you saw me with Luna at the club? When you thought I was going to do something with her?"

Damn. Voldemort didn't want to be reminded of that.

"That,"

Harry growled against his throat.

"That is what I feel. How I feel. Like someone needs to pay for touching my property."

He pinched Voldemort's nipples through his shirt. Damn. Voldemort moaned into the touch, sinking into it. Harry pulled back and reversed their positions, putting his back against the wall.

"On your knees. I want your mouth around my cock."

Voldemort dropped to his knees right there in the elevator, fumbling with Harry's belt. He was already drooling. Once Harry's cock was free, Voldemort allowed himself one short look at the hard cock then he dipped his head and took him deep.

"Damn!"

Harry cupped the back of his head and set about thrusting in Voldemort's mouth. Voldemort moaned, sucking Harry deep. He throbbed on Voldemort's tongue, hot and hard, pre-cum slick and sweet.

Voldemort bobbed on him furiously, whimpering hungrily when Harry plunged in and out. He used the tips of his teeth, scraping the smooth head. Harry snarled and thrust in hard, snapping Voldemort's head back. Voldemort shuddered, the front of his briefs soaked. Both hands were occupied, stroking Harry as he sucked, cupping him while he teased the area at the back of his balls with one finger.

Harry panted above him, thighs shuddering, the scent of him, hot and aroused, filling Voldemort's nose. He could stay there all night on his knees, the head of Harry's cock nudging the back of his throat, making him gag, bringing moisture to his eyes. He could stay like this.

"Going to screw your throat, V."

Harry sounded as if he was in pain.

"Let me…"

He panted.

"Let me…"

As if Voldemort wouldn't. As if he could stop himself from hollowing his cheeks and sucking, pulling hard. Harry squatted above him and with one hand on the back of Voldemort's head, the other on his face, covering Voldemort's nose, he set the pace, shoving himself in and out roughly. Voldemort opened for him, lips forming that "O" and Harry took the offering, plunging deep, his breath was locked off. He kept his eyes open, gaze pinned on Harry's face, on that naked bliss playing out on his beautiful features.

For Voldemort. Forget breathing. He'd forego everything if this was the trade-off. If the emotion and hunger in Harry's eyes were his reward. Harry screwed his throat, taking Voldemort's air then pulled out, all the way. He was wet, slick, hard and Voldemort didn't wait, he gulped in a lungful of air then bent and took Harry in again, to the back of his throat, sucking him down where he wanted him.

"Yes. Damn."

Harry's eyes rolled.

"So damned tight, V. You make me—"

A cry cut off his words when Voldemort touched his hole with one wandering finger He circled that tight hole. Harry's hips sped up, warped speed, and Voldemort's head snapped back with every angry thrust.

"Damn. Damn it."

Harry was coming, Voldemort tasted it. He hummed and pressed that index finger into Harry.

"V."

Voldemort choked, coughing while trying to swallow it all. He remained there, Harry's dick in his mouth. Under his touch, Harry trembled. Voldemort finally pulled off him, allowing Harry to tuck himself in, while he licked his lips and caught the cum on his chin with his thumb. The elevator doors pinged open and they froze.

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