Hold you down and tear you open, live inside you –
Love, I'd never hurt you
Harry stared lustfully down at the body below him, ran his fingers repeatedly down the smooth chest presented to him. Voldemort looked up at him, his eyes wide with excitement and Harry grinned feverishly. Harry dug his fingers deep into his Lord's skin, waited until that sweet blood surfaced around his nails. He trembled in ecstasy, dragged his nails down his love's chest and reveled in the thick lines of blood he left behind. Voldemort groaned beneath him. Harry removed his hands and lapped up the blood of his love. He was shaking, his body shivering as his Lord ran his hands up and down Harry's sides.
Harry grabbed the knife beside them, raised it high above their heads and brought it down quickly into his love's chest; Voldemort groaned and bucked against him. Smiling wickedly, Harry pulled the knife toward himself, cut through the muscle and bone and skin that was in the way and brought the knife to his member, he slit it as he brought the bloody thing to his mouth. Staring straight into his love's bright eyes, Harry licked their mixed fluids off the sharp edge and moaned as Voldemort's hands grasped firmly at his ass, threw his head back.
Snapping his head forward, Harry brought his fingers to the fatal cut, weeping blood, and pulled the flesh away from the bone, spread it wide and looked upon the glistening white surfaces beneath. With wide eyes, he ran his fingers down the rungs of ribs, touching them feather lightly. Without warning, he grasped the bones firmly and began pulling at them, spreading them away from the center of his love's chest. The bones cracked and splintered, broke as Harry moved them. Voldemort howled. Harry began laughing as the bones neared their final resting place, leaving his arms bloody and a wide crevice in his Lord's chest. He sighed contently and Voldemort panted heavily beneath him.
Harry lowered himself into the hole, turned around till his back was along his love's spine and sat in the warm, bloody mess that was his Lord's chest. Voldemort kissed his head and wrapped his arms around them.
Harry woke up coming.