Because I have gotten a lot of complaints about this chapter, I am putting a warning right here. So...

WARNING: DO NOT READ AS THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE, FORCED SEX. IF YOU DON'T WISH TO READ THIS, SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

Thank you.

EDITED: 8/5/17


Meant To Be

Chapter 4

Tom's hands were everywhere in a matter of seconds. One was wrapped tightly around him pulling him close and the other was up his shirt running fingers over his skin. Harry's hands were like wise busy, clutched tightly in Tom's dark locks, pulling him closer. His wand lay forgotten at his feet.

Neither of them could even begin to understand what was happening. First, they were at each other's throats trying to kill each other and now Harry was lying underneath Tom on the magnificent bed, kissing each other like no tomorrow.

Wait? When did that happen? Harry thought frantically. Stop! Stop! What am I doing?!

He tried to move his arms to push him away, they wouldn't budge. He tried to move his mouth away, which was currently occupied by Tom's tongue, but he couldn't. No matter how he tried he couldn't move. Well, he could move, but it was like someone else was in control of his body. He was an observer in his own body, and what made it worse, he was enjoying it.

He tried to reason with himself that it was just his hormones acting up, he wasn't really enjoying this. There was no way. It was a spell he was under. But it still didn't make sense. Why was Tom doing this?Tom hated him, and the feeling was mutual. And when the hell did he become Tom? This was Voldemort! Vol-de-mort, get it, straight Potter, he thought but his thoughts were starting to get all jumbled together.

Again he tried to reason. Voldemort was old; he probably hasn't been laid in a while. This is probably the most action he's had in years.

wait. Th-then that would mean…

"No…" he whimpered as Tom started attacking his neck. "S-Stop…why…?"

Tom lifted his head with an effort and looked at Harry beneath him, lust and fear in his green eyes, "Can't" he whispered huskily and leaned down to capture Harry's lips again.

That was when he realized that Tom was having the exact same problem. They had no control of their actions. They could do nothing but give in. But he didn't care! Voldemort was the smarter one, the stronger one. He should be able to stop. Why wasn't he stopping?

Harry leaned back against the pillows as his body gave in to its desires, he had no choice in the matter, it was not obeying him. The only indication that he did not want this, was the tears gathering in his eyes.

Feeling Harry relax Tom started to eagerly unbutton Harry's shirt to reveal the tanned skin beneath. He slid his hands down the soft flesh and leaned down to capture a pink bud into his mouth.

Harry gasped and arched his back upward and tightened his grip on Tom's hair. Never had he felt anything like this, it was almost enough to drive him over the edge. But it wasn't nearly enough. His body was on fire and he wanted more. His hands blindly groped for Tom's shirt and started to unbutton it, making a few of them fly off in his haste.

Tom released his nipple and tore the shirt off and flung it aside throwing Harry's shirt along with it. Harry allowed his fingers to trail over Tom's shoulders and down the toned muscles of his back, feeling how they moved when Tom shifted around.

Tom grabbed the roaming hands and pinned them above Harry's head with one hand while the other went down toward his jeans. In three seconds flat, Harry's pants and boxers were stripped off, leaving him exposed in all his glory.

Harry had enough sense left in him to blush as Tom's gaze seemed to see straight through him.

Harry groaned in delight as hands slid up his thighs and slowly and gently cupped him. Heat pooled in his lower stomach and quickly spread, steadily getting hotter and hotter until it felt like he was burning. He arched his hips and let his legs fall open, "T-Tom," he whimpered, "Hurry!" What exactly he needed to be hurried he had no idea, but Tom seemed to know.

With Harry finally exposed to him, Tom muttered a spell and hastily slid a finger deep inside of the puckered hole, then added another and another. Harry winced as he was ruthlessly prepared, but he didn't care. He needed it, but he needed something more, something bigger. The heat was really starting to burn and it was not going away. His mind was a blur and he had no clue as to what exactly he wanted. Only for the burning to stop.

Where was it? What did he need? What did- oh yes! That's it! He needed that! Harry moaned and reached blindly for the man in front of him. No! I don't want that! What am I thinking? Stop! Yet his hand reached out to touch the bulge in Tom's pants.

Tom threw his own pants and undergarments away from him and onto the floor, watching greedily as Harry reached for him and successfully grabbed his hardened erection and started pulling. Tom groaned and batted the hand away and climbed over Harry, bringing his hips up at the same time. Harry easily arranged himself below him into a comfortable position with his legs draped over the side of Tom's hips; open and exposed. N-No! No, no, no! Harry cried in his mind as Tom spread his cheeks apart. Not like this, please, please not like this!

Tom let his eyes slide over the form beneath him and his hazed mind could only form one word, Beautiful. He forced the thought away, No, that's not it. What am I doing? This is Potter! Why isn't my body obeying me? I command you to stop! Tom winced slightly as the burning made his cock throb with need, a reminder of what he was supposed to be doing. He lifted up Harry's hips a little higher and lined himself up with Harry's entrance. He whispered a spell to coat himself and thrust into Harry's body quickly and didn't stop until he was fully inside.

Harry screamed in pain and pleasure as Tom forcibly penetrated him. He threw his head back and arched his hips higher so that he was completely filled. In side his mind; he cried.

Panting, he gripped Tom's shoulders with his fingers and wrapped his legs tightly around Tom's waist and waited for Tom's next movement. He didn't care at all about what he was doing only that this felt good and right.

Tom moaned loudly as the tight heat enclosed around him. He paused and took few deep breaths. He had half a mind to pull out in disgust and throw the boy to the floor and torture as he had planned to do, but instead, he stayed still and allowed Harry to relax to get used to his size.

Harry gripped Tom's arms and leaned his head back to calm his racing heart. He could hardly believe that the Dark Lord was inside him; kissing his neck like they did this all the time. He was revolted, yet at the same time utterly satisfied. The burning had gone away and his head ache had stopped too. He couldn't understand it. Harry closed his eyes and allowed himself to revel in the feeling he got from the attention.

Tom pulled back slightly to look down at the figure underneath him and regarded him for a minute before he leaned back down and captured the pink lips again. Tongues danced around each other as the kiss deepened, growing more and more demanding with each passing second. They only parted for air, only to go back for more.

Finally pulling away Tom lifted Harry's hips a little higher and pulled himself out and slammed back in. Harry threw his head back and cried out in pain. He had not been expecting that and it hurt like hell, but that didn't seem to bother Tom as he did it again and again. Tears spilled from Harry's eyes and down his cheeks as he lay there allowing Tom to do what he wanted. It wasn't like he had a choice. A gentle touch on his face surprised him and he opened his eyes to look up into ruby red orbs.

Tom gently wiped away the tears from Harry's face and leaned down to kiss him again, "Relax," he whispered.

Harry swallowed and tried to do as he was told. After a few minutes, his body unwillingly relaxed and Tom was able to move more freely inside him. He gasped and arched his hips as a sudden pleasure shot through him. Never had he felt anything like it, not even when he was touching himself. He was so aware of his body like never before; his nipples were hard, his erection was so stiff it hurt, he could feel the feather light touches on the inside of his thighs, he could feel the muscles on his stomach and in his legs straining, but most of all he could feel Tom's thick cock sliding him and out of him; and it felt so good!

Harry reached up and wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Tom allowed himself to be pulled in but took control of the demanding kiss. Their tongues dueled as they moved together roughly. Heated kisses and the constant sound of slapping skin on skin was the only thing heard throughout the room.

Tom pulled his mouth away and kissed up the barred neck until he reached his ear, -Tell me what you want- he hissed huskily.

Harry groaned and closed his eyes lost in the pleasure. The hissing words of Parseltongue didn't help any either. "T-Touch me."

"I am."

Harry tossed his head side to side, -More-

Tom gently racked the back of his nails over the inside of Harry's thighs and upward toward the aching cock, but didn't touch it, over and over again as he pounded into him. Watching his own thick member was engulfed into the tight heat. Tom finally gave in and started to lightly touch the base of Harry's cock.

Harry screamed in pleasure as nails dug into him and he arched his hips higher. Tom seemed to be waiting for this because he slammed in even harder. "Ahhhh! Ha ha. Oh, Fuck! Oh God! Again!" he cried out and Tom repeated the action. Harry tightened his grip around Tom's neck and spread his legs even wider, "Ah ha ha ha. God Tom. Faster. Faster!"

Tom growled low in his throat and braced himself with one hand beside Harry's head and the other holding the hips in place. He then started to slam himself even faster inside the begging body beneath him. "You want this? Do you?"

"Yes! Mmm…I want it," Harry panted, "Ohh, Ahhh, I want it!"

After a few minutes of this blissful torture, Harry started to feel really hot in the pit of his stomach, "Oh God! Ohhh! Tom. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!"

Tom glanced down at Harry's face covered in sweat and eyes shut tight in ecstasy and felt his own orgasm close at hand. He reached between them and took hold of Harry's weeping cock and started to pump it in time with his thrusts.

Harry gasped and clung tighter, "Oh shit. Oh Shit! I'm- I'm going to- Ahhhhhh!" he screamed as he gave in to his body's wish and came.

Tom gritted his teeth trying to reign in his control unsuccessfully, as Harry tightened around him. He let go of the now slightly softened member and took hold of Harry's hips and slammed himself in deeply a few more times and releasing his seed deep inside Harry's body.

Tom panted as he finally stopped his movement and looked down at Harry; who wasn't moving. He frowned in confusion and rubbed at his eyes which were getting blurry, he blinked as his vision swam and tried to stay alert, but it was futile. What have I done? He thought as he fell sideways and his vision went black.


Remember to comment! Thank you!