Warmth flooded threw him, not warmth from spilt blood dried on his skin, but from another body. He snuggled into the person not caring who it was. He'd never had this, waken to someone beside him; it had eluded him for so long.
His memories of how he came to be here were very fuzzy. All he knew was that he was warm, the pain was mostly gone and from what he could tell he was away from the Dursley's. They'd never have let him sleep in a bed this soft. He didn't care were he was, but he realised with a jolt he felt safe. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. Since Voldemort infiltrated Hogwarts it hadn't felt safe there. And well there's nothing secure about the Dursley's.
He'd felt protected with Sirius, but Sirius wasn't here at the moment now was he? Had he cross4ed over? Finally died? It seemed like it, he had the warmth he sought, the pain was gone and the feeling of security was surrounding him. Was he dead? Was there really an alternative, something other then being dead to consider?
His eyes creaked open, light flooded in, and he assessed that he hadn't perished. Couldn't be dead, the light hurt his eyes. Yet, how did he know death didn't hurt, he'd never been dead before. Science says it's the end of all; of brain activity, nerve function, and emotions, all that makes us human and live. There fore it means the end of pain, but what if you relive your dying moment for, all eternity, in death. That's quite a scary thought.
He took a look at the room around him. Bleak, he thought, very bleak, I like it. His hands caressed the sheets he was lying on. He snuggled deeper into the sheets with a sign, real silk.
The person in bed with him decided to wake. He could tell by their change in breathing. It hitched for several seconds. Harry struggled to turn, wanting to know who had saved him. Who had given him warmth, but hands kept him locked, unturned.
"Let me turn," he said, slightly annoyed. The only answer he got was a strong "no."
"And why ever not?" he responded in the most polite voice he could muster.
"Because," the voice said. Harry growled in response, the voice chuckled in amusement. Although this voice seemed to have saved him, it was annoying the hell out of Harry at the moment. How was he supposed to repay the man? He figured it to be a man, even if he couldn't see him. But since, as they were both in bed, he thought the answer obvious.
Harry pulled his hand behind him and started to massage the man's thigh. The man went ridged. Harry's hand moved higher, but before he could get close to anything a hand with an iron grip took hold of his wrist.
"What are you doing?" the voice that belonged to the body asked. He was still ridged as a board, but his voice shook, only a slight waver but still noticeable. Harry couldn't tell what the emotion was though.
"I am repaying you, sir," responded the black haired boy, sating it like it was the most evident fact in the world.
"Repaying me? For what?" Voldemort was, he had to admit, curious as to why the boy was doing this, selling himself. And yet very weary of the answer.
"For saving me?" the boy said, more a question then anything, as if he too was beginning to doubt it. "You did save me right? Or did you buy me? I'll be quiet now them. I am sorry for talking too much. Please continue I won't stop you." The boy was almost in hysterics now; the last sentence was almost incomprehensible. But Voldemort heard what was spoken last.
How stupid could he be, saved? The man must have thought him nuts. This was just another job for the Dursley's, to get money out of him. It was his way to 'repay' them for their hospitality and all. He should have realised when he woke to silk sheets. He was expensive after all; the Dursley's only sold him for a high price. All his buyers were extremely rich men and women.
He knew he couldn't escape the Dursley's, it just wasn't possible. Every summer, without fail, he'd be send there. And there he'd act as their house-elf, whipping boy, prostitute, whore; anything and everything they wanted. Why? Because he needed their protection and they knew it and exploited it. But he'd never felt save, protected, at that house. Sure he was indeed safe from the evil dark lord of a bastard and his idiotic minions that were just trying to kill him for a valid reason. But he wasn't safe from his sadistic relatives that rent him out like a piece of furniture or beat him. Not from the people that he once trusted, that betrayed him, no he 3wasn't safe from his 'family.'
He wanted to cry away his pain, the emotion ones it seemed he'd already healed his physical. But he knew he couldn't. He had to please the other man that was in bed with him. He had to make sure the man was satisfied with his services or he'd tell the Dursley's. He could hear the conversation now, "good lay but in the middle of if he started to cry, not very arousing. You might want to work with him on that," he'd be unconscious tell first term.
His mind retuned to the present, prepared to do what ever it took to satisfy this rich man. But it seemed the other man wasn't doing anything. Harry was puzzled, why wasn't he touching him, or grinding in to him? Was he supposed to start? Should he start getting undressed? He noticed that he was fully dressed.
"Umm… sir, why aren't you doing anything? Would you like me to start? I am very good," said Harry hoping to appease the man for his early out burst. Maybe the man was waiting for yet another apology. "I am very sorry for my out burst earlier, sir. I won't talk again, unless of course you want me too."
He heard the man sin, hoping that was a good sigh, a sign to start, he wiggled his hips into the man's groin. The other man, that Harry conceded must be around 6 feet tall, moaned… loudly. Harry smiled, as he had said he was good. He'd been through this many times. The Dursley's had been pimping him out since he could remember. He'd met a large number of pedophiles in his earlier years. The black haired boy still doesn't know how he remained sane throughout any of it. He thrust into the man again; he was rewarded this time with another moan only deeper, more animalistic. Actually it sounded more like a hiss then anything.
"Sstop Harry!" the man ground out. Harry immediately halted what he was going, but it wasn't the forceful command that had done so. The Dursley's didn't give out his real name, who did this man know? He started to get frightened.
"H... How do you know my name? Let me go, I want to go home!" Harry shouted, he started to struggle, more so then before.
The hands clapped down on his waist again, effectively restraining him again.
"Calm yourself Harry, I will not harm you." The man said slowly and clearly. Harry took several deep breaths, the voice continued. "I did in fact rescue you from those vial things you call relatives."
"Then let me repay you," responded the boy right after, snuggling into the man again. The arms kept him at bay. But he really wanted to just repay this man and leave. He couldn't leave indebt to this man. Who knew when he'd call in his favour?
"No! I didn't do this for payment."
"Then what do you want? Everyone wants something." Said Harry, he was beginning to get suspicious of the man. Who wants nothing? Everyone wants something. While the man hadn't said he didn't want anything. Maybe it was just something he couldn't give him. While he clearly stated that he didn't want sex, at lest not from him. He listened quietly though as the man replied and stiffened involuntarily.
"I want you to join me Mr. Potter," was the laughing reply.
"V… Vold… Voldemort?" He asked in a horse whisper.
A/N: there's the next chapter hope you like it and I am real sorry for the wait. I'll try and get the next chapter up soon. Shouldn't be long I've already written it, just have to type it up. Please REVIEW and look at my other stories. I hope this is the way you wanted to story to go if not well screw you, is all I can say. Please REVIEW and check my Profile! Thanxs a bunch. XD!