Alright, this is not my first story, but it's only my second one ever posting on here. MAJOR WARNING, so listen up:
DARK!HARRY Dumbledore!BASHING
HOT AND STEAMY SLASH, OR GUYXGUY
VOLDEMORT/HARRY
If you have any problem with any of these things, are too young or too immature to read this, go away.
That's what the back button is for. I don't need flamers, and I promise you, I'm not gonna give a rats butt
if you don't like my writing or this pairing. Cuz for every one of you, there is at least four that do.
Disclaimer: I do not own this, or any of the characters. And even though I do in fact own these books, I do not own the rights to any of them.
So go bother JK Rowling for making this pairing so scrumptious if you got a problem with it.
A/N: Alright, another quick update to go with the last. I think this one makes up for the lack of sex in the last one (: I really like this one, so I'm trying to get it out to y'all before I go to school XD Questions, comments, or concerns are always welcome (: As are reviews (:
His body lurched through the castle, the feeling in his chest that had been dragging him backwards suddenly pulling him in the direction he was running, seeming to draw him faster. He heard his footsteps echoing through the castle as he ran, but he couldn't bring himself to care. If he was right... If what he thought was true... He simply had to find out. His breath burned in his chest, and he could hear Filch's voice echoing behind him "What is it, my pretty? Do you hear someone?" and his annoying cat's answering meow.
With the hand that clutched his Invisibility Cloak, he clutched his side while he ran, another stitch forming in his side. Dear bloody lord... It seemed as though he had been in pain all day! He simply couldn't fucking win! However, if he was right... Everything would be worth it. He wouldn't mind. Not the aching in his chest, not the burning in his veins, not his irritation at being unable to answer his questions. Please let me be right... Please. He had not really ever asked for much in his life, he hoped that, just for this once, he would get what he wanted. Just this once.
He skidded to a stop when he heard Snape's voice coming from the corridor he was about to turn onto. Shit! Bloody hell! He spun around, darting the other way, knowing another way to get to his destination, albeit longer. "POTTER!" he heard the man cry, but only pushed himself faster, trying to get away from him, unwilling to stop. Snape would have to forcefully immobilize him and drag him to detention to keep from going where he wanted. And even then... Harry was at a point where he wasn't going to let anyone stop him.
He simply had to know.
He could hear Snape about to round the corner, screaming his name. Fumbling, he quickly wrapped his Invisibility Cloak around him, looking down while he ran to make sure nothing was showing. As Snape rounded the corner so did he, slowing to a walk when he did so. He still walked, however; he didn't think he could have stayed still even if he wanted to, even if his life was dependent on it, the tug in his chest so great. He clamped a hand over his mouth, to help silence his breathing, making sure to be quiet while he walked.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Snape walking away, his head snapping back and forth while he stalked. Harry let out a silent relieved sigh, looking back in front of him and hurrying up. The feelings in his chest increased with ever second, growing more painful, and harder to ignore. The longer it took him, the harder it was for him to breathe, for him to function! He could feel that, despite it grower stronger, it was because of the time, not the distance. He knew he was going the right way, knew when he got there, the feeling would go away.
He hoped, at least.
When he reached the stairs, he threw off his Invisibility Cloak, hoping to gain speed that way. He held the cloak in one hand as he took the stairs two at a time, his body burning from the amount of strain he had put on it that day, running all around the school constantly. His breath came in gasps as he ran, gasping for air. He didn't care, he kept running. It was at the top of those stairs, the relief of the pain he felt in his chest, he just knew it! Running all the way up the stairs, he felt as though he was going to pass out when he reached the door to the tower, but he pushed the feeling aside.
He opened the door.
Standing there, in long black robes, was Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, and Harry Potter's escape from the world. He slowly turned around, looking over at him with that smug look on his face, and a slight smirk. He opened his lips and Harry's heart leapt for the sound of his voice; it had not feel truly upon his ears since that fateful summer night over a month before. "Why, Harry... there was no need to rush."
The feeling in his chest evaporated, and the teen felt as though he was going to pass out where he stood, all energy fleeing his body at the sight of the man. He stood, panting like a fool for an entire minute, just staring at the man who peered at him with an amused but pleased expression on his face. The Invisibility Cloak slipped from his grasp and slowly floated to the stones of the Astronomy Tower. His body trembled from an effort-an effort of what he wasn't sure, but an effort all the same.
His Invisibility Cloak hit the stones of the Astronomy Tower's floor.
Harry lunged himself at Tom.
The man caught him midair and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him tight to his chest. He lowered his head to capture his lips, but Harry beat him to it, crashing their lips together with such a force Voldemort took a step back. Growling deep in his throat, he clutched the teen closer, but it didn't seem to be close enough for the teen, who pulled him ever tighter.
Harry had to pull away after only a minute of kissing, from a lack of air to his burning lungs. So, he just rested in the man's arms, pulled tight to his chest, resting his head on his shoulder. Panting, he snaked his arms around Voldemort's neck, pulling him down to press light kisses to his lips between pants, but putting his head back on his shoulder. Tilting his head, he burrowed his face into the man's neck, inhaling his scent that he had never taken note of before.
"Mmm..." he hummed deep in his throat, surprising the man with his sudden affection. Not that Voldemort minded; he enjoyed it, the feel of this boy wanting him. Though he already knew he did... he always liked to be proved right. He shifted Harry in his arms, rubbing gentle circles in his back to help calm him. It did, too. His panting eased up, his breath coming easier, and he clutched tighter to the Dark Lord who held him.
Taking a few steps back, he sat in the lower part of the rim of the Astronomy Tower, shifting to hold the green eyed male in his lap. Wrapping his arms loosely around his waist, he tipped the boys head to be resting on his chest, then peered down the boy resting against him. His usually pale face was flushed, and he was still breathing heavily through rosy pink lips. Voldemort brushed his too-long hair out of his delicate face.
When his breath finally calmed down, he looked up at Voldemort, suddenly aware of how he had been acting. His face tinted red, and he looked away again, his face brightening as he tried to pull away. Voldemort tightened his grip around his waist, holding him still. He turned and looked back up at the man, his breath catching in his throat, eyes slightly wide. The man looked down at him and stroked back his hair, his crimson eyes swirling in possessive... happiness?
Harry tried to look away again, but that man cupped his chin, titling his head upwards. Their gazes met, and the teen felt his heart leap to his throat. He tried swallowing it back down, but to no avail. Seeing humor flicker across the man's face he scowled at him, opening his mouth to chew him out-he wasn't sure with what words, but he knew he was going to yell. Maybe.
However, when he opened his mouth to yell, Voldemort suddenly decended upon him, crashing their lips together and shoving his tongue into Harry's mouth. He stole Harry's newfound breath in a second, leaving the teen gasping for air but unwilling to pull away. Turning on the wizard's lap, the teen straddled the man, facing him, chest to chest. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. The crison-eyed male gripped his hips and pushed him down, pushing their erections together.
A gasp escaped his lips, and he pulled away slightly, tilting his head back. Instead of sitting back and letting the teen catch his breath, the man lowered his head and began to nibble and suck at his neck. "Ahh..." Harry moaned, clutching at the man's robes. He bit his throat, leaving little 'lovebites'. The teen moaned again, clutching tighter at his robes, his erection straining against his nightpants. "Mmm..." he shifted his hips, praying for some sort of friction between them, and moaning louder when their erections slid together.
Then the man tilted his head up, pressing his lips to the teen's ear, and hissed, "Harry... my little Serpent... have you missed me?" The words sent shivers down his spine. He had not truly heard the man's voice since early that summer, the one night he had appeared in his room and they had sex. That was the last time he had truly felt the man's body against him, felt his breath in his ear, his voice whispered to his throat... His length filling him to the brim.
A shudder ran down his spine and he clutched the man closer, eyes clenched tight. He was not even sure if it was real, the feel of Voldemort against him, but he could hardly care at that moment. He didn't care if it was right, if it was wrong. All he cared about was that he felt more alive, more whole than he had since the last time Voldemort had held him. Even longer before that. A doubted he had ever felt so full as when he was with Voldemort. There were no lies exchanged between them; why would they ever have to lie to the other? It seemed like quite a preposterous idea.
After all, why would you ever lie to the only man that made you feel whole?
"Mmm..." he whined deep in his throat and hugged the man closer, tucking his head under his chest and resting on his lap. Voldemort, taken by surprise at the sudden affection, froze for a minute, then hesitantly wrapped his arms around him, relaxing into the show. He rested back a little, holding Harry delicately. The teen didn't complain, resting on his lap with his eyes closed, just holding him close. "T... Tom?" he corrected himself, his voice a gentle whisper on the wind of the Astronomy Tower, bringing a light chuckle from Voldemort's chest.
He responded in the same language, "Yes?" The sound sent another shiver down his spine, and he hesitantly looked up at him.
"Is this real? Are you real?" He detested sounding so weak, but it was hard for him to so much as breathe, much less sound strong when speaking in a language of nothing but hisses.
The man chuckled at him, "I never thought you a philospher, little serpent..." Still unable to contain his shiver, the teen shuddered, but glared up at the man whose lap he was sitting on.
Smacking his chest he growled at him and replied, "I'm being serious, Tom. Are you really here? Or... is this just another image you're putting into my head?" Voldemort chuckled at him, stroking his cheek with the back of his hand, the gesture soothing him more than it should've. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips gently to Harry's, surprising him with how unaggressive the touch was.
"Harry..." the teen's eyes fluttered closed, and he couldn't help but lean into the touch. "This is real. This is true. This is me touching you." He swallowed the last bit of moisture left in his mouth as he stared at Voldemort, their eye contact unbroken. He remained that way, arms around his neck, then suddenly scowled at him, giving a low growl. Voldemort, surprised, quirked an eyebrow in silent question. When Harry said nothing, he ventured, "What is the matter, my little serpent?"
His scowl deepened, "What the bloody hell took you so damned long?" Blinking a few times, the wizard smirked, suddenly crashing their lips together. "Mmm..." the pale male moaned, pulling him closer, and pushing back harder with his lips. The wizard's arms wrapped tight around him, pulling him close as they kissed, leaving Harry panting and dizzy from lack of oxygen, not that either cared.
The two stayed liked that, Harry on Voldemort's lap, kissing for a long while. The stars were bright pinpricks in the sky when Harry pulled away, resting his head on his shoulder, panting heavily. The man chuckled, combing his fingers through his hair and kissing at his throat. "Mmm..." the teen tilted his head in a way that offered the mark up to Voldemort, as if begging him to show attention to it. Smirking to himself, he lowered his head, sucking and nipping at the skin around the mark, but not touching the black mark itself.
A whine escaped from Harry's throat, and he bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the rest. Chuckling, Voldemort glanced up at him to see those gorgeous green orbs closed, his serpent completely complacent in his lap, head tilted back in submission. Groaning deep in his throat, the man could feel his erection straining against his pants. Still, he ignored it, focused on teasing his serpent further.
Smirking, the man hovered over the mark, opening his mouth wide to allow his hot breath to carress the mark, holding the teen's hips while he shuddered. "Mmm... damn it, Tom, if you don't bloody do something, than I will!" he hissed at him, glaring with no force behind his eyes or his tongue. The man smirked at him, then pressed the flat of his tongue to the mark. "Ah!" he cried out, back arching from the feel of pleasure coursing his body. "Mmm!" he pulled the man closer, pressing his head further into his neck.
Voldemort smirked broader, digging his fingers into the teen's hips in an effort to still him. Then, he pulled his head back and away from him, looking up at him with a dangerous look in his eyes. Emerald met crimson, and the teen scowled, demanding as to why he stopped. Chuckling deep in his throat, the man leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Well... there wouldn't be much use to you coming now. Now would there?" A shudder ran down Harry's spine at the words, and he pulled back to look at him, staring deep into the eyes that he had first seen all those many years ago, that mouth whispering Avada Kedavra to kill him.
Thought the thought crossed his mind, the fact that the first time he had seen this man was directly after he had killed his father, directly after his mother had sacrificed herself for him... It did nothing to kill his erection.
If anything... it made it stronger. Which begged the question: where was his sanity?
At the moment, Harry didn't really care.
"Strip," was the hissed command in the teen's ear, and he scowled at him for telling him what to do, but reached up and began pulling off his T-shirt, tossing it to the ground with no regard for it in the world. He had begun to pull away take off his pants, but Voldemort caught his hips in a tight grip. Blinking, Harry looked down at the man whose eyes suddenly turned hungry, scorching marks of possession across his chest with merely his gaze. The sight made the teen shiver in arousal, his erection straining against his nightpants.
Thin, pale fingers trailed across his chest, dipping into the shallow curves that defined his muscles. The man's mouth followed soon after, leaving hot, wet trails that soon turned cold over his chest. The teen shivered, clutching at the man's shoulders as the flat of his tongue drug over his nipple, sending jolts of pleasure down his spine. "Ugh!" he moaned, precum leaking down his length, staining his pants. He shivered as the wet turned cold, clutching the man closer. "Mmm..."
Voldemort's fingers trailed down, hooking in the waistband of his pants, tilting his head up to meet Harry's eyes. When their gazes met, the teen felt all of his breath leave his body, his heart leaping to his throat. Never had he been looked at in such a way... Never had someone stolen his breath like that. His pants were jerked down, and his erection sprang free, drawing a hiss from his throat at the cold air.
Smirking, the man slid a finger up the underside of his dick. Harry's eyes went wide, his back arching and his head tossing back. He gripped Voldemort's shoulders tight, eyes squeezing shut as he shuddered. Panting, he arched into the man's touch, "T... Tom!" The man's smirk broadened, his eyes flashing in arousal. He suddenly wrapped his hand around the teen's cock, earning himself a loud moan from Harry, who bucked into his hand. "TOM!"
The man groaned deep in his throat at the sound, leaning forward to bite his shoulder. "Again," he hissed, licking over the angry red bite wound he had just made. Confused, the teen just panted, unsure of what he wanted. Growling, the man bit his shoulder again, gripping his cock hard.
"TOM!" the teen cried out, understanding at last what he meant. He panted, resting his head on Voldemort's shoulder, eyes closed as he clutched his robes before growling. It wasn't fair that he was bare, naked! when the man was still fully clothed. Sitting up straighter, he glared into crimson eyes, which stared back at him in amusement. "It isn't fair..." he hissed, eyes narrowing. The man smirked back.
"Life isn't fair, Serpent..." he quirked an eyebrow, leaning forward and licking the teen's lips. Fingers dancing around his length, he smirked and replied, "You know... you can always do something about it." Whether the man was only talking about their current situation, their clothed dillema, or talking of other things, the teen wasn't sure.
A growl erupted from his Serpent's lips, and abruptly to got off his lap, shocking and somewhat angering the man. He opened his mouth to demand the teen's swift and immediate return to his lap when he was suddenly jerked from his seat on the lip of the Astronomy Tower. He was shoved onto his back on the floor, Harry crawling over to straddle him. His anger settling back in his chest, he smirked in curiosity up at the teen, who seemed to scowl for looking at him in such a way. His eyebrow quirked, then the teen crashed their lips together, enticing Voldemort's arms to snake around him and hold him close.
Gripping his robes tightly, Harry jerked his arms to the side, ripping the robes open, bating what he wore underneath. Shifting, the man shed the robed, laying back beneath him, allowing Harry to have his way (for once). The teen shuddered at the feel of Voldemort scraping his nails down his back, and suddenly bucked their hips together, drawing a moan out of the man. Smirking to himself, he licked Voldemort's neck, tugging down his pants while straddling him.
Pushing the remnants of his clothes away, the Dark Lord gripped the teen's hips, grinding their erections together. The pleasure from the actions made the boy's arms weak, and his elbows gave out. He fell onto the Dark Lord's chest, and subsequently wrapped his arms around the man's neck, pulling him closer while they kissed. Their bare, naked bodies pressed together in a way that Harry had been dreaming of for over a month, leaving him nothing more than a moaning, writhing mess.
Voldemort flipped them over, sensing Harry sudden change from submissive to dominant had faded away, and perfectly fine with the thought. He liked that Harry still scowled at him, wasn't completely given to him. Yet. He believed that even in years to come, that aspect of his Serpent wouldn't change. Even when he completely gave himself to the Dark Lord, surrendered and became his favorite submissive, he would never grow out of that scowl that he so very much enjoyed flashing to Voldemort.
Leaving his lips, the wizard began to kiss over Harry's body, using his teeth to leave angry red marks in places he knew made the teen scream. A smirk danced across his lips at the pleasure he was giving to his serpent, a growl building in the back of his throat at the thoat. "Mmm..." the teen moaned in his ear, spreading his legs to wrap them around his waist, pulling him closer. Shfiting his hips, the male drug their erections together, earning him another moan from the one under him.
Panting, Harry tilted his head back, eyes closed, lips parted as he panted. "For God's sake... Tom... bloody take me already." The wizard paused and pulled back slightly to look down at the blushing man, who writhed but glared up at him. "I've waited too bloody long to sit here and let you dry hump me. I want you in me already, Tom!" A smirk twisted across his features, and he ran his hands over the teen's body again, in the most dreadfully teasing manner he could. "TOM!" he hissed at him, but it was more of a whine than a hiss, only serving to further agitate him.
Voldemort decided to give his Serpent what he wanted, because as tempting as it was to wait hours simply torturing him, it would be torturing himself as well, and he desperately wanted to be buried balls deep into his little serpent's ass. Leaning down, he circled the tip of his tongue around the mark on his neck, pleased to hear his moans increase in pitch. Trailing his fingers up his chest, he pressed three fingers to the teen's lips, who greedily sucked them into his mouth. "Suck them good, little Serpent, for it is your ass you are saving by doing so..."
The teen looked up at him, his emerald eyes sparkling in what seemed like innocent playful mischief, and only served to further arouse the man. His tongue dipped between his fingers, wrapping around each digit separately, treating each as he would the man's member, if given the chance. 'That will come soon, little Serpent...' thought the man, 'very soon.' Harry never broke eye contact with the man, sending shivers down his spine at the intensity of the gaze. He lathered the fingers up with his saliva, making sure to get each and every inch of them covered; as much as he wanted the man in him, he did not wish to be poorly prepared.
When Voldemort decided that his fingers were slicked well enough, he pulled them from Harry's lips, replacing them with his tongue. The teen gave a gentle moan, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer, shoving his tongue into the man's mouth, though it was only shoved right back into his own, chased by Voldemort's. Skimming his fingers down the boy's body, he sent shivers down his spine on his way to the teen's rear. Hiking the boy's leg up higher, he teased the ring of muscle that was hesitant to allow him entry, but ultimately yielded to him. Smirking, he gently pushed one finger into the boy,
"MMM!" he moaned, arching his back at the intrusive feeling. It didn't quite feel good, but it didn't especially feel bad. He gripped tightly to the man's shoulders, lifting his legs higher for him, relaxing a little when it eased the tension in his lower back. "Ah..." he breathed lighter, leaning up to continue kissing the man. Giving a little grin, he returned the kiss with no remorse, gently pumping his finger in and out of the boy, stretching him carefully. After all, he had only taken him once, and that had been more than a month previously.
Leaving his mouth, he leaned down to ghost kisses over the mark he had left upon the boy. He shuddered beneath him, arching his back further in an effort to get closer to him. As pleasure from the mark shook his very existance, the boy barely felt Voldemort push another finger into him, but cried out when the man spread his fingers, carefully scissoring them as to not harm him. "Ah!" Voldemort rubbed their noses together, being far more understanding than Harry would have ever thought.
"Shh..." he murmured in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. His mouth didn't stay there for long, nipping back at the mark in a second. The teen cried out, back arching and toes curling.
"Tom..." he whined, head tilting to give him more room at his neck to shed affection on the mark. Voldemort smirked, and gave his little serpent what he craved, flicking his tongue over the mark, tracing it with the appendage. "UGH! Tom!" The man could feel how his body was quivering, well aware of the signs of a soon-to-some orgasm, and lessened the attention he shed on the mark. Though the boy whined, he only licked up and down his neck, biting in just the places he loved. He made sure to avoid the mark; any further attention and he would be coming sooner than wanted.
Harry panted, back arching as he felt the final finger enter him. "Bloody hell,Tom!" he grimaced, jolts of pain shooting up his back from how he spread and curled his fingers. He gritted his teeth, trying to tell himself that in only a matter of seconds everything would feel better, that there would be no more pain...
But he'd lying if he said he didn't enjoy the pain as well. He had a feeling he would take anything if it was coming from Tom. Anything, if coming from him.
Teeth suddenly sank into his neck and he cried out, just as Tom's fingers found his prostate, making his voice far louder than he had ever intended it to be. He could see Tom's smirk even with his eyes closed, how well he knew the man. He ignored it, focusing on the feelings of delightful pleasure as the man stroked his prostate. The sounds coming from his body could not be stopped, no matter how he tried. It was as though his prostate was hardwired to his vocal cords... among other things...
He could feel his cheeks heating up, and his body felt as though it was on fire, despite the cold midnight air nipping at his skin. "Mmm... Tom..." his back arched, sweating in his skin that seemed to be too small and too hot, tight and firey across his flesh. Shuddering at the feel of the man's fingers dancing light patterns across his chest, he moaned and arched into his touch, eager for the soft, cool skin. It seemed to be his only relief, Tom seemed to be his only relief. The thin, cool fingers pressed against his nipples, relieving some of the fire scorching his body, and he groaned at the feel.
Then the fingers that had been so soothing on his nipple suddenly turned violent, digging nails in and twisting at the same time. The pain flooded his system, and he did the only thing he could.
He came.
Voldemort smirked when his chest was splattered with the teen's cum, stroking his prostate to help him ride the orgasm to its fullest extent. The boy trembled beneath him, emerald orbs hazy from his pleasure, completely limp. Leaning down, he licked a few droplets that had fallen onto the teen's chest, savoring in his salty taste. Blinking up at him, Harry licked his lips, spreading his legs a little more, already halfway erect again. "Now will you take me, Tom?"
The man shifted, hiking his legs up a little higher and jerking his fingers out. While Harry whined at the lack of contact, the man whispered a spell that lubed his length. Giving the teen no warning, he thrust his full dick into him, pausing only once fully sheathed. Green orbs flew open, tears budding at the corners from the sudden pain. Biting his lip, he moaned, gripping Voldemort's shoulder so tightly he drew tiny half moon cresents of blood to the surface.
The man waited only a minute, as long as he could, before he drew out and pushed back in, the teen's cries bouncing across the grounds of Hogwarts. He could hardly care if his serpent was being too loud, all he cared about was the scolding vice grip around his cock. Leaning down, he crashed he and his serpent's lips together, stealing his breath from his lungs as he thrusted in again, faster, harder this time. The teen cried out, wrapping his arms tightly around him and drawing him closer.
For a while, they were both lost in the thrust and pull of sex, lost to each others grip, their grasp on reality loosening. Then that pressure began to build up, low in their abdomens, signalling that soon they were both going to finish. Harry gritted his teeth, gripping harder at Voldemort's shoulder, who in turn gripped his hips and pounded in harder. "Fuck..." Harry hissed, and the wizard bowed his back, resting his head on his shoulder while he pounded in deeper. "Merlin..." he whispered, body rocking back and forth from the force of the thrusts. He knew he was going to have some sort of friction burn, on various parts of his body. He didn't really care.
This was Voldemort. The Dark Lord Voldemort. Tom. This was what he had been dreaming about for over a month, the man that was in him, at that moment! All repercussions aside, this was all he wanted in the world. Tom pounded into his asshole with all of his might, giving him that sense, that feeling that, for once, he didn't need to do a damn thing. He wasn't a savior, he wasn't the chosen one. He was Harry bloody Potter, and he was the Dark Lord Voldemort's submissive.
That was all he needed in life.
Finally, everything became too great, and he shot his load in a burst of white all over their chests, coming at the same time as Tom. He groaned at the feel of the man's seed filling him, and clenched his ass shut in an effort to stop it from leaking out. Voldemort's lips returned to his neck, kissing and nipping at the mark, making the boy instantly hard again, as sensitive as he was at the moment. He could feel Tom smirking against his neck, but could hardly bring himself to care. It felt mighty damn good, and he was going to self indulge, for once in his life.
Then Tom sank his teeth into the mark, and for the first time in his life, he came from simply... that. He screamed so loud his vocal cords gave out, his back arching so far he thought it might break, and every ounce of energy left his body, leaving him limp, and more boneless than the time in his second year at Hogwarts with Gilderoy Lockheart. He panted, laying near lifeless on the cold stones of the Astronomy Tower, still filled by Voldemort, and he could honestly say that not once in his life had he felt any more alive than at that moment.
Voldemort smirked down at him, leaning down to gently press their lips together. Lazily, the boy returned the gesture, but couldn't find the energy to put any real feeling into it, though his entire heart was laid bare for the man to see. Chuckling, the wizard drew away, staying sheathed in his tight hole, shivering himself at the heat. He rested beside him, drawing him to face him, lifting one leg over his hip to be more comfortable for the teen. Honestly, the teen could care less, he just wanted to be held by the wizard at the moment.
Relaxing, Harry breathed in the man's scent, filing it to memory. He looked up lazily, tiredly, as he felt a hand soothing back his hair. The man smirked down at him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep little Serpent. I'll remain with you tonight..." Sleepily, the teen nodded, his too long unruly dark locks falling perfectly around his face. Voldemort watched him, his expression softening once he was sure the teen was asleep.
It had been far too long since he had seen his Serpent.
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