Alright, this is not my first story, but it's only my second ever posting on here. MAJOR WARNING, so listen up:

DARK!HARRY Dumbledore!BASHING
HOT AND STEAMY SLASH, OR GUYXGUY
VOLDEMORT/HARRY

If you have problems with any of these, are too young or immature to read this, then, I'm sorry, go away.

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 J K Rowling for making this pairing so scrumptious if you got a problem with it

A/N: I am so sorry. That is all I have to say. I have been so busy with this summer, and somehow this story completely slipped my mind until about a week ago when MCR popped up on my playlist again, and I started writing instantly. Sorry ): Kinda longish, please read and review to tell me what you think! (:

"I'm home, my little serpent," he hissed the words gently in Harry's ear, massaging his hand down the boy's back while waking him. Squirming slightly, the boy's back arched into his touch, whining under his breath as he did. The man chuckled, nuzzling into his neck and licking the shell of his ear. "You wanted me to wake you when I got home. Well, I'm home, so wake up for me."

Giving out a moan, the kind one emits when first waking up, the teen yawned, clenching his eyes shut and stretching. He ingored for the moment the fact that the man was running his delightful fingers over his bare back, sending far more delightful waves of pleasure through his body. He felt the man's fingers lingering on the dimples that rested above his ass, the ones that Tom simply loved to open mouth kiss. A slight smirk twisted across his face, and he kept his eyes closed, waiting to see if the man would give into the temptation that he had never resisted before.

He didn't disappoint. Not even a full thirty seconds later his hot mouth was placing wet kisses to each dimple, sending shocks of electricity up his spine and curling his toes. "Mmm..." he whined, burying his face into his pillow. "Toooom..." he hissed under his breath, his body relaxing and tensing all at the same time. Licking his lips, he peeked over his shoulder at the man, finding the sight of the man leaving open mouthed kisses on his back extremely attractive.

The man raised his head and looked up at him, a light smirk playing across his face. He rolled his emerald eyes, turning over on his back to face him. "Well hello. And how did your 'Dark Lord' business go?" he asked with a grin, reaching up to twirl a finger in the man's hair. The man's smirk broadened, and he felt his stomach tense in thought of what exactly the man had been doing while gone.

"It went... relatively well..." the tone of his voice told the teen he had done everything he wanted to, and that nothing had gone awry. Giving a smile, Harry leaned back to lay down, wrapping his arms around the man and pull him down to make him lay down with him. Giving in, the man rolled over, so he was laying on his back and the teen was laying on his chest.

"I'm glad," the boy replied, closing his eyes and resting on his chest. A chill set about the room from the large windows that he refused to close. Giving a light shudder, he snuggled closer to the Dark Lord, soaking in his warmth. Chuckling, the man flicked his wrist, and the covers tugged up around them, securing under the boy's chin.

"Why do you insist on the windows open? You'll catch your death of cold." Harry couldn't help but grin at his words, looking up at him with a cheeky expression. "What?" Tom asked warily, the boy's expression telling him that he didn't want to ask.

"Sometimes, you act so old. It's funny." He grinned, dancing his fingers over the man's built chest, knowing he was pushing buttons that no one else would dare.

The man growled, reaching up to clench his hands in the boy's hair, tugging hard. "I am old, you little brat. I am old enough to be your Grandfather, even if I don't look like it."

This only made the teen's grin broaden, and he pulled the covers up higher, turning to lay completely on the man's chest. He looked up at him, his emerald eyes sparkling in a daring mockery. "So, you're old enough to be my grandfather..." He twisted his fingers in the man's hair, letting the words hang in the air for a minute. "Does that turn you on?"

Gritting his teeth, the man let his crimson eyes show a playfulness that only the teen ever saw. "And if it does?"

"That'd make you one sick git." He leaned into the the hand that ran through his unruly hair, making another mental note to cut it.

"Then I suppose that would make me one sick git." The reply made Harry grin impishly, and he crawled the rest of the way up the man's chest, pressing their lips together. Chuckling, the man kissed him back, tugging the teen's hair to make him arch his neck, baring his throat in submission. The teen whined, a delicious sound to the already excited man's ears. Growling deep in his throat, the man dug his nails down the boy's back, hard enough to draw blood to the surface. He hissed in pain, pushing his back into the man's hand, then pulling closer, as if he could never be close enough.

A fire ignited within the males, burning through their veins and searing their flesh. "Mmm..." the teen moaned, shifting to grind their hips together. Arching his back, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Damn..." The man lowered his head to the teen's neck, his tongue dancing around the mark of Ouroboros he had left upon it. The reaction was immediate. A shudder racked the boy's body, and he clenched his hands in the man's chest, drawing blood ot the surface. Pleasure flooded his veins, and he was near bursting simply from the man licking his neck.

"Sin incarnate," the Dark Lord hissed into his ear, dragging his fingertips down the boy's ribs, tickling him and arousing him at all the same time. "That is what you are, my little serpent." That he was. Hovered above him was the sexiest creature he had ever come across in his life. Pale, thin body, muscles trembling from an effort to keep himself from falling. His emerald eyes that were windows to his soul were closed, his thick, dark lashes brushing his cheekbones. Long hair fell from around his head, a few strands sticking to his face from a light sweat that dusted his entire body.

Then, that little serpent of his, chuckled, opening his eyes again to meet his own. Emerald eyes sparkled in delight, obviously pleased by what the man had been saying, though still flattered. A light blush spread across his cheeks at the hungry look in the man's eyes, and he dipped his head to press their lips together, whining at the heat that flooded his body at the action. The elder broke their kiss to bite his way down the teen's jawline, and found the teen's panting in his ear more arousing than ever when he moaned, "T-T-T-Toooom..."

Tom groaned deep in the back of his throat, his erection throbbing in need. "Damn it, little serpent... You light me afire unlike any other," he hissed the words while dragging his claws down the teen's back, forcing him to arch it. He attached his lips to the teen's throat, teasing the very spot that drove him insane. The teen's soft moans became screams, his gentle grip on his shoulders turning into a bruising, crush hold. The man felt something warm and wet trickle onto his stomach, and drew back slightly to look down at it, to find out what it was.

It was his serpent's precum, now steadily dripping from the teen's aching dick, which was swelled up and ready to burst at any moment. Swallowing back the moan of appreciation that threatened to burst from his lips, he drew back from the teen's neck. He hadn't expected such an instantaneous reaction; Harry let out a loud, drawn out whine, reaching up and entwining his fingers into the man's hair, then bucking their hard erections together. The feeling almost made Tom lose his mind, and it took him quite a few seconds to regain control of himself.

When he did, he flipped the teen onto his back, pinning him helpless onto the silk bedsheets. Emerald orbs pleaded up at him, that volumptous bottom lip protruding farther than he could ever remember seeing it. The pale boy squirmed under him, arching his back and hips, then thrusting forward into empty air, so desperate for release. "Oh please, oh please, Tom." His body trembled, on the verge of release without even Tom touching him.

A sadistic smirk spread across the man's face, and leaned down to whisper seductively in the teen's ear, "Please? Please what, my little Serpent?" A whine erupted from his throat, and he tossed his head back and forth, his mind unable to form a complete sentence, even of a want. "What do you want, Harry, my little serpent. Tell me what you want, and it's all yours." He paused to lick behind the shell of the boy's ear, relishing in the shudder that ran down his spine. "All you have to do... is tell me what it is you want." Keeping the boy pinned with one arm, he reached down and trailed his fingers across his sensitive hip bones.

"A-a-a-ah..." the boy whined, thrashing his head back and forth, his hair sticking to his face. His body felt as though it was on fire, the flames themselves raging through his veins. He felt utterly helpless, but did not loathe the fact; he knew that Tom would take care of him. However, he also knew that Tom was not going to give him what he wanted unless he told what it was that he wanted. He couldn't even form a sentence... "P-p-p-pleeeeease..."

The man growled in his ear, with no true malice behind the sound. "Please what, little serpent? Please what?" At the last word the man's magic exploded around him, fiery waves licking at the air around him, his energy so electrifying that Harry found himself screaming. Before he even knew what happened, the teen had broke out of the hold on his wrist, his own magic answering, and he had flipped the man on his back.

Though it was unprecedented, the man was not complaining. He smirked up at the teen, eyeing the electric green haze that surrounded his serpent, pushing it's tendrils against his own crimson aura, which naturally pushed back. Harry quirked an eyebrow down at him at the feeling of their magic fighting each other's, with a tempting quirk that brought an angry beast to Tom's chest. Their magic, now raging and unleashed, flew about the room, each eager to dominate the other.

A grin twisted across the Dark Lord's features, pleasantly surprised by the force of his serpent's magic. He gripped the teen's hands and flipped him over, attempting to shove him onto his back. However, he had underestimated how quickly his serpent could move, because in a second he was on the bed, alone. Blinking, he looked around, but his magic had already located the teen behind him. He whipped around, only to be tackled by the teen, shoved onto his back once more. Their magic clashed together, making a delicious ringing noise in their ears, both shoving back just as hard as the other pushed.

"Submit," he hissed to his serpent, his eyes flashing a dangerous crimson. The boy simply grinned, his emerald eyes sparkling as he leaned closer, barely brushing their lips together...

"Make me..." were the whispered words he received in reply. His arousal swelled at the words. Oh, his serpent had no idea what he had just asked for. No idea. But he certainly was going to show him. After all, he had taken him from the Light with the intent to fully educate him, in all ways of life. What kind of Dark Lord would he be if he didn't show his serpent the pleasures of being forcefully dominated?

He flipped the boy onto his back, grabbing his wrists in a lightning fast move that could only be attributed to years upon years of fighting. Harry gasped up at him, his emerald eyes wide in surprise at the sudden movement. He quirked an eyebrow up at the man when he grinned down at him, his crimson eyes sparking lecherously. "I'm going to make you regret ever saying that, little one."

Harry gulped, his heart suddenly thundering in his chest. Still, his dominant side had not quite died yet, and he found it in himself to smirk up at the man, his emerald eyes taunting. "Let's hope not," he chuckled up at him, trying to swallow his heart back down to his chest where it belonged.

He witnessed a fire flare up into the man's eyes at his words, and a look the likes of which he had never before seem spread across the man's face.

Never before had he feared for his immortal soul.

Harry was suddenly shoved onto his stomach, his face being forced into the mattress. He gasped in surprise as his hips were hiked up into the air, his legs spread for his erection to hang free into the cold air, his ass cheeks spread, practically begging to be taken. He gasped, and tried to draw away, but the grip Tom had on his hips was that of a vice, leaving bruises when he tried. "Oh..." he moaned when he felt the man's hot, wet tongue dip between his cheeks to probe his entrance. "Oh!" he cried out a little louder, clenching his hands and trying to crawl away.

The teen was roughly jerked back, Tom's mouth retracting to hiss in his ear "You're mine." A shudder raced down his spine at the sound. It wasn't a possessive, loving tone. It was more of a... 'your ass is mine' tone than anything else.

Crimson magic exploded around him, and the breath was stolen from his chest at the feel. Before he was able to try and get his breath back, suddenly, he was filled. Tom thrust into his tight heat in one thrust, a cry of pain left the teen's lips, and Tom' lips turned to the mark on the boy's neck. His cry of pain turned instantaneously into a scream of pleasure, and Tom wasted no time to start moving. His hips drew back and snapped forward, burying his length deep inside the boy. Harry cried out again, his fingers clenching in the sheets, his emerald eyes rolling back in his head.

Tom hid his smirk in the back of his serpent's neck, digging his fingers deeper into the boy's hips to keep him from moving a single inch more than he wanted him to. He watched every ounce of dominance leak out of the boy's system, quickly replaced by a submission that had him falling limp in his arms. "Damn..." the boy murmured under his breath, his eyes clenched tight at the feel of Tom inside of him. He did not even know why he would try to be dominant, when they both knew that Harry was born to be under Tom.

"More..." the teen begged in a whine, his bottom lip protruding out, the appendage bright red from the abuse it had suffered from he and Tom's teeth. Tom smirked broader into his back, digging his fingers further into his hips, sending delicious shots of pain that mixed perfectly with the ever present pleasure that engulfed his entire being. "More..." he panted, his body going limp, giving over complete and total control to the man that owned his soul.

Tom chuckled, sinking his fangs repeatedly into his back and shoulders. He crowed in triumph that his serpent was so willingly submissive, and could not help but tease him. "More? More of what, little serpent of mine?"

The teen let out a whine when he realized that he was going to have to put his mind back together enough to make a coherent sentence. He knitted his fingers in the sheets, ignoring the soft ripping noise he heard from them. It took him a while, of pushing through muddled thought waves to make a sentence that would make sense, and a while longer for it to come out of his mouth. "More... more of you, Tom... I could never... have... enough..."

At the sound Tom gritted his teeth, clenching his eyes shut and snapping his hips forward, deciding than and there that his serpent was not going to be able to walk in the morning. "Then I shall give you all of me, and let us see if you can handle such."

The teen just whined underneath him, his heart racing at the thought of what such words meant.

He hoped he couldn't walk in the morning.

"Why the hell would I wish such a thing upon myself?" The teen griped under his breath to no one while he walked around the mannor. "Why, oh why?" Every single step he took was a knife that slit up his back, from his butthole all the way to inbetween his shoulder blades. He wished Tom would let him take the day off from his lessons, but the man had been very adamant (while smirking very broadly) that he had to attend every lesson that day, and that he was going to greatly enjoy himself.

'Enjoy myself my ass!' he scowled, folding his arms. More like Tom was going to enjoy watching him walk around like that all day. Everytime the man saw him he chuckled loudly, which was his version of Harry's sidesplitting laughter. It made him feel like the worst kind of crap in the world, and he was getting angrier by the second. He did not want to go to any lessons today. He had ditched Tom, from the breakfast table, dismissing himself early with the excuse that he had to use the lou.

Harry glanced around himself, biting his lip against the pain as he pushed the doors to the library. He figured that while he would not be able to completely get away from his lessons the entire day, he might be able to delay them for a bit, if only by playing a bit of hide-n-go-seek. "And what exactly does the Prince think he is doing?" came a very drawling, familiar voice from deeper into the library. The teen jumped, spinning around and hissing foul language very loudly in Parseltongue.

He glared at the man who smirked at him with a quirked eyebrow, and then sighed, all of the anger seeping out of his body. "Your... Prince," it was very odd for him to say it, to be acknowledged as their 'Prince', "is ditching his lessons. He doesn't feel like going right now." He folded his arms, looking up at him, daring him to tell him that he needed to get back to class, with that detestable teacher voice of his that Harry had grown to loathe over the years.

Instead, shocking him further, the man did nothing more than chuckle, moving back and gesturing him further into the library. "I can certainly understand the want of... ditching, my Prince. Though you may find it hard to believe, your servant was not always so... rule abiding." Hearing Snape-Severus call himself Harry's servant brought the teen up short, and he found himself stumbling over his tongue to find the words that needed to come out of his lips. "I will not tell on you to our Lord, my Prince."

Harry ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if his ass was going to let him sit down. He didn't think it would. "Do you know how bloody weird it is, to hear you call yourself my servant, and to call me your Prince? So bloody weird." The slimy professor of his chuckled, and ran his fingers through his hair. "And you know, so long as we're changing things around here, in my life, and in the world, why don't we try for a doozey, and you buy yourself a bottle of shampoo? I'm not quite sure if the world will be able to handle it, but I'm sure that I can try to help it along."

He grinned at the man, his sarcastic comments bringing a "har, har, very funny," from the man. Feeling quite empowered, he waggled a finger at the man, "Careful now. Don't go belittling and disrespecting your Prince. You never know what might happen."

Severus opened his mouth to reply, but the first words he heard came from behind him, in a silky voice that he had come to crave, "And just what might happen, my little serpent?"

Jumping around he spun again, cussing loudly in English and in Parseltongue while reaching back and clutching his ass. He was quite a sight, to the two men that were watching. Severus, of course, always respectful to his Prince and Lord, lowered his head and bit his lip to keep from laughing. Tom, of course, smirked and chuckled, quite pleased with the look of his serpent. He was subsequently smacked, hard by the teen, who glared up at him. "So, I guess you like making me look like a dumbass in front of your Death Eaters?"

"Our Death Eaters, Serpent. They are ours. Not just mine anymore. And I'm sure that you have made far more of a fool out of yourself in front of Severus than just now. After all, he has known you almost as long as I have." Playful sparks flashed in his crimson eyes, and emerald gems flickered away, the teen's cheeks darkening.

"Shut up, you stupid bloody old coot."

Tom smirked down at him, chuckling under his breath. "Come now, Lucius is waiting for you. And no, before you even throw a fit, you aren't going to ditch it today." His eyebrows knitted, and he scowled deeply at him. "Lucius will be going easy on you, I promise. I'll not let him hurt you, if you are worried about that," he stroked the teen's face mockingly, and Harry scowled, pulling away.

"I'm not a baby, I'm not a child. I'm not afraid that Lucius is going to hurt me, I never have been, even when he was something to be afraid of. I simply don't feel like being physical, at all today. Not after last night and what the hell you did to my arse." At those words, Severus' eyes widened, and he discreetly began to walk away, feeling as though he was no longer needed in that conversation, though he was unsure if he ever was.

"Well, that is simply too bad."

"Over bearing old coot."

"Spoiled little brat."

The teen grinned. "You wouldn't have it any other way."

Well, there was no arguing there.

Harry did not think that he could ever, under any circumstances, be exhausted after standing still for an hour. However, his body begged to differ. All he wanted to do was sleep, and all he saw Tom doing was gloating silently to himself. "You're eating this up, aren't you?" The Dark Lord said nothing, but could not hide a grin. "You pretentious bloody fool. I hate you." Of course, he didn't mean it, and Tom knew that, but he didn't hide his fake pout either.

"You know, for being so damned old, you sure do act like a bloody child." Tom ran his fingers through the boy's hair, chuckling under his breath. "My body is hurting so bloody bad right now, Tom, that I could murder you right now in cold blood." The teen glared up at his own personal savior, and wished, just for a split second, that the man had just let sleeping dogs lie.

Then again, recently, he had been regretting what he had wished for, so he quickly swallowed that quick, fleeting wish.

"Come on, time for your next lesson. A nice, relaxing hour reading. Doesn't that sounds nice?" Harry didn't realize how good that sounded until he realized he was whining at the thought. Then he sighed, and leaned into the man, who wrapped his arms around him. He inhaled his scent, allowing the feeling of contentment and complete happiness fill his body. As he rested against him, that same feeling that he had felt his last day at Hogwarts began to generate from the Mark of Ouroboros on his neck.

He sighed and rested against Tom's chest as the Mark took away every ounce of pain he held. "Oh dear God, Tom, did I ever happen to tell you that you are, without a doubt, the best thing that ever happened to me?" Pain erupted on his scalp as fingers knitted in his hair and his head was jerked back. A gasp escaped his lips, and in that split second were his lips were opened a spicy tongue was shoved into his mouth. A moan built in his throat and his knees went weak. He felt like a complete girl when wrapping his arms around the man's neck and pulling him close.

Somehow, that thought didn't bother him at all, not when it was only for Tom.

They kissed until Harry couldn't breathe and up was down and down was up and nothing meant anything anymore, nothing except for the man whose arms were around him and who was holding him close. The man who was the only thing in the world that always made sense and that would forever be with him... He was released from the kiss and the teen rested his head against the man's chest, panting heavily and slowly curling his fingers in the man's shirt, closing his emerald orbs.

"Dammit Tom, I-" he cut himself off at the realization of what he was about to say, clenching his eyes shut and looking away. He was not going to be the first to say it. Besides, he didn't know if Tom even did. He knew Tom cared about him, but to go as far as to say love? Oh well. It didn't matter. If it got said, it got said. If not... well, he had lived without love before.

"What, Serpent?"

"Nothing," he grinned up at him. "And I'm Prince now, remember?" This brought a chuckle to the man's lips.

"Maybe to the followers, but to me, you'll always be my little serpent." Harry beamed at the words, pulling away and entwining their fingers. "Come now, Severus is waiting." He began to lead Harry to the library, where his second lesson always took place.

The teen leaned into the man, looking around at their home with a content expression. "I really like it here, Tom."

"I'm glad," the man chuckled, glancing down at him and was once again taken aback at the beauty of the teen. His long, thick eyelashes brushed against his soft cheekbones, his pale skin almost sparkling in the sunlight pouring in from the open windows of the house. There was no mistaking the emotions that showed through brilliant emerald orbs, plain for everyone in the world to see. Just another thing he loved about his little serpent.

The teen saw the man staring at him and squirmed uncomfortably. "What?" He hissed, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." The teen rolled his eyes, looking away with a light blush on his cheeks. Just another thing he loved about his serpent...

"I don't want to," the teen scowled, walking down the hallway to the room the had been designated for his lessons with Bella. While he was feeling better after sleeping away his hour with Severus, he knew that simply looking at Bellatrix was going to ruin it. He loathed that woman with every fiber of his being. Their footsteps and his loud voice carried through the mansion, echoing in the empty halls.

"I promise that it won't be completely unsatisfying today, my serpent." The man ran his fingers through the teen's unruly hair, who scowled up at him and rolled his eyes.

"Sure it won't be. It'll be about as pleasant as popping a boil on Draco's arse." They stood in front of the door to the lesson room now, Harry stubbornly refusing to go in. Tom chuckled at the comparison, shaking his head.

"I promise, Harry. If not, then... well, I'll give you the right to tell this Dark Lord 'I told you so'. Alright?" He looked down at him, laughter sparking in his crimson gaze.

Scowling and looking away, the teen replied, "Fine."

Smirking to himself, Tom flicked his wrist and the door in front of them flung open. He gestured Harry inside, who rolled his eyes and made to storm in, only to be frozen in the doorway at the sight of what - who was in the room.

All three of the Dursleys, bound and gagged in the middle of the room.

He gulped and took another step into the room, realizing that there was no way he was going to get to say 'I told you so' to Tom.

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