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"Butch, Goddamn it. V, come get your cat."
Voldemort rolled over in the bed and pulled a pillow over his head.
"Butch, stop that."
Something clattered to the floor.
"Argh!"
V leapt out the bed and stomped his way down the stairs,
"What is with the bloody noise, dude? Can't you see I'm sleeping here?"
He glanced around,
"Why is Butch up on the counter? I said no counters when there's food."
Harry glanced up from gazing into the fridge,
"She's a menace. She won't stop trying to lick me."
He made a disgusted face, but Voldemort grinned.
"First, you love her."
He pressed himself to Harry's back,
"Second, I need my beauty rest so handle your business. Someone kept me up late last night."
Harry grunted, but he leaned back into Voldemort's chest,
"The pool cleaners will be here soon. Remember to put your t-shirt on this time."
They last time they'd come over, Voldemort had walked outside with only a pair of shorts on. Everyone stopped and stared at him. Harry had had to punish him later that evening. Voldemort didn't mind one bit.
They'd moved into his parent's house with Butch in tow. Harry had learned that she'd belonged to an elderly neighbour who'd passed away. Living away from London was different, but a welcomed change of pace. Voldemort loved the silence, something he never thought he'd say. Harry worked from home as a full time lawyer since he'd given all control of the order to his Godfather. Voldemort was still in charge of his gang. Except now, the two groups had called a truce. They each did their own thing, in their own borough.
Voldemort retained his streets and order retained theirs. So technically nothing had changed. Except Harry and Voldemort were now shacking up. The old heads had backed off, for now at least. Voldemort was under no illusion that they'd let him be forever. He was prepared, though, and whenever they did try anything he'd be waiting for them. For now, the streets were quiet and he did most of what needed to be done from where he was. Of course, there were times he needed to be on site, those times Harry accompanied him. Sirius was still a bit standoffish, but Voldemort got that. You can't just pistol whip a man, play Russian Roulette with him without his consent, then expect him to welcome you into the family with open arms in the aftermath. Voldemort didn't really care about that.
He had all he wanted.
"Butch."
His cat paused in washing herself on the marble island countertop and gave him a bored stare,
"Butch, kindly go someplace else to do that."
Of course, she ignored him, whiskers twitching, Harry snorted,
"She's just like you, never listens to me."
"Oh, I listen to you."
Voldemort brushed his nose over Harry's nape. Over his name etched there in a moment of inexplicable hurt. He shivered,
"I listened to you all night last night, didn't I?"
He doubted he'd be able to sit with all the welts on his ass and upper thighs from the cane Harry had used on him last night.
"Hmm."
Harry tilted his head and pursed his lips for a kiss. Voldemort gave him what he wanted. Nice and slow and mmm…
"I love you, V,"
Harry whispered when they came up for air,
"I'll never get tired of saying that."
"And I'll never tire of hearing it."
The truth right there.
"And for the record, Mr. Potter. I love you, too."
"You'd better."
Harry turned around in his arms and looked over his shoulder,
"Especially now that your cat is eating the breakfast I just slaved over for us."
"Oh, my God."
Voldemort whirled around and glared at Butch,
"Butch, you're in so much trouble."
Harry had been doing so well, learning how to cook for them. Butch yawned,
"Bad, Butch. Bad."
Her tail wagged in that I don't give a damn way of hers. Voldemort rolled his eyes,
"Damn it. We're going out for breakfast."
He narrowed his eyes at Butch,
"And you, young lady, will sit here and think about what you've done while your daddies are gone."
She didn't even look at him.
"Ugh."
Voldemort grabbed Harry's hand and tugged him toward the stairs,
"Let's get dressed. I want pancakes."
He grabbed a butterscotch candy from the bowl on the side table near the stairs and popped it into his mouth. Harry caught him halfway up the stairs and wrapped his arms around Voldemort from behind,
"How's the ass?"
Voldemort shuddered,
"It's…good."
Harry nipped his earlobe,
"Good. Because I need inside you in the worst way."
Damn. Voldemort sank to his knees right there on the carpeted stairs,
"Yes."
Harry chuckled at his nape,
"Goddamn you, V… Love the hell out of you."
Voldemort squeezed his eyes shut and shivered when Harry peeled his underwear down over his sore ass. Harry yanked his belt off and wrapped the buckle around his fist.
"I love you, too."
"One of these days I'm going to ask you a question,"
Harry said softly.
"The only answer that's acceptable is yes."
"God."
Voldemort threw his head back,
"Yes,"
he managed to whisper before the first strike fell.
One Year Later
Tonight, they were at Harry and Voldemort's place for the impromptu surprise party Harry had decided to throw for Voldemort's birthday. Personally, he thought Harry was on a suicide mission. One didn't simply surprise Lord Voldemort. That was how people got shot. The party was a small affair, a few people, all close to their circle. There were a few Sirius didn't recognize, who he figured were there for Voldemort. He did recognize one of the men who'd been with Voldemort in that basement where they'd held him.
Rodolphus. He'd shot Sirius an "oops" look as he walked by with a stunning woman Sirius figured was his wife. If he had been in the same mindset as before he'd have found some way to pay back Voldemort and his men, but they'd been engaged in mutual combat. He'd have done the same. So, he let it go. Harry walked over and pulled him into a hug,
"Sirius. I'm so glad you could make it. Where's Remus?"
Sirius stepped back and nodded over to where Remus stood sipping a beer. Harry followed his line of vision as he stood next to him. Sirius finally spoke,
"Are you absolutely ready for this?"
Harry smiled softly,
"I'm crazy about him."
Sirius chuckled,
"The man seems a little crazy."
Harry's tone was full of sappy pride when he said,
"V has a sensitive side."
He cocked up an eyebrow,
"That's buried deep, deep under all those tattoos, yeah?"
Harry's voice turned into a possessive growl,
"I'm the only one allowed to see that side, Sirius."
"Yeah."
Sirius looked over at Remus,
"I know what you mean. There are certain things we only show to the person we love, who share our bed."
Harry looked across the room and grinned at Neville,
"Look at that fool,"
he pointed at Neville who was staring at Rodolphus's woman,
"He's about to get his ass beat if he doesn't stop staring at Rodolphus's wife."
Harry shook his head,
"Rodolphus and Bella aren't married. But they have been together since high school or something like that."
They watched in silence as Neville started walking over to Bella, only to stop in his tracks when her man appeared at her back and wrapped his arms around her. Neville's face fell as Bella leaned back against Rodolphus's chest and he nuzzled her nape.
"Damn,"
Sirius muttered,
"Yeah. Sucks."
But right as Neville made as if to turn away Rodolphus lifted his head and stared at him. Their gazes met, Neville looking all guilty for ogling Bella and Rodolphus all smug and knowing.
"Ooh."
Sirius brought a fist to his mouth with a laugh,
"What was that?"
Rodolphus didn't look pissed or angry at all. Harry explained when Sirius lifted an eyebrow,
"They like sharing,"
"Huh."
Yeah, Sirius had nothing against threesomes, obviously, but with Remus, that was not happening.
Harry's phone rang in his hand and he checked the caller ID before yelling out,
"Okay people. Quiet."
The room fell silent and he answered,
"V. Okay, I'll see you when I get there tomorrow. Bye."
He grinned,
"Oh, my bad. Love you, V."
He barked a laugh,
"I welcome that punishment."
Then he hung up,
"He's a minute away. He thinks I'm still in London with a client."
He walked over to the front door,
"Let's do this."
He pressed a button and the house was plunged into darkness.
Someone sidled up to Sirius, a hand slid into his, and he smiled as he leaned into Remus,
"You good?"
Remus's lips brushed his temple,
"I'm better. You?"
"I'm good as long as you're good."
Sirius squeezed his hand as headlights flashed in the darkness.
Voldemort had arrived. The room held its collective breath as a car door slammed and footsteps raced up the stairs. They listened as Voldemort keyed in the code to unlock the doors. The locks disengaged with an audible click then Voldemort was there, in the shadows stepping inside.
"Surprise!"
Voldemort's movements were a blur as the lights flicked on,
"What the hell?"
Voldemort had two guns out, the one in his left hand pointed at Harry's forehead, the other at the room,
"Goddamn it, Mr. Potter. I almost shot you. That would have pissed me off."
Harry grinned,
"Almost doesn't count."
Voldemort cocked his head,
"You wanna put down the guns or…"
"Depends."
Voldemort lifted his gaze to finally glance around the room,
"Why are so many people in our house?"
"Happy Birthday, V."
Voldemort dropped his hands, sticking the guns in his waistband,
"That's still three days away."
Rodolphus yelled,
"Hence the surprise."
Voldemort touched Harry's face,
"Thank you."
Harry hauled him into his arms and kissed him. Devoured him, really. Sirius grinned as Voldemort hopped up and wrapped his legs around Harry's waist while everyone cheered. Voldemort cupped the back of Harry's head and broke the kiss,
"Careful, Mr. Potter, otherwise all our friends are going to watch us get naked."
Harry chuckled and released Voldemort, so he could slide to his feet. Then Harry cleared his throat and with Voldemort at his side he faced the room,
"Thank you, everyone, for coming. I wanted to surprise V and ask him something."
He cleared his throat and turned to V,
"I'm hoping with you guys around, he won't say no and embarrass me."
Harry dropped to his knees and Voldemort sighed,
"Oh, damn."
Remus asked at Sirius's ear,
"You knew about this?"
He shook his head and lied with a grin,
"Had no idea."
"V…"
Harry gazed up at Voldemort while Sirius tightened his hold on Remus,
"I love you. I don't have to tell you how much, you already know. And I also know how you feel about me."
Voldemort's eyes were large, his mouth agape as he stared down at Harry. It wasn't a bad look on him, the speechless look.
"Marry me,"
Harry said softly. It was as if he'd forgotten they had an audience and he was just talking to Voldemort,
"I want to call you my husband. I want to be yours. Say yes."
He had a black ring box, but Sirius couldn't see what the ring looked like.
Voldemort covered his eyes with a shaking hand,
"If you make me cry in front of all these people, I will make you very sorry,"
Voldemort took a deep breath then held up a finger,
"One, you are already mine. A ring or piece of paper has no say in that. And two, my answer would be the same whether or not we had an audience."
Everyone froze.
"Yes."
The entire room erupted. Harry and Voldemort fell into each other's arms and Sirius turned away before he was witness to his Godson having sex right there. Remus grinned at him.
"Wow."
"I know."
Sirius kissed him then tugged Remus along as he walked out to the poolside and revelled in Harry's happy ending…No one knew better than him how much he had fought for it and deserved it….
The End
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