A/n: I am really sorry for the wait, but I had a contest to write. The story for that should already be up. If it's not then it will be up momentarily. Hopefully this chapter makes up for the long wait, somewhat.
The dark lord growled and walked out of his room. he didn't understand it, he felt jealous of Severus. Why? Because he had the saviour of the wizarding world in his arms? No, because he had Harry in his arms. He sat down, hard, on his chair and waited for the two offending men to come out. He had much to discus with them.
Meanwhile inside Harry was panicking. "Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin! What am I panicking? Right, the evil dark lord that saved you, just walked in on you trying to seduce his faithful servant. What's not wrong with that? What if he sent me home again? Decided I wasn't worth it?" Harry didn't want to face the dark lord, for once afraid of the evilest wizard in the world. Harry looked towards Snape, hopping to find comfort. He found none. His professor's face was as blank as an unpainted canvas, devoid of emotion, thoughts and feelings. There was no comfort to be found there.
While on the out side Snape face was, as earlier described, blank, his mind was certainly not. 'Crap. I knew the dark lord wanted Potter. I hope he doesn't kill me for this transgression.' He turned to the offending boy. He wanted to pin it all on the boy, but when he saw the panicked look on the saviours face he knew he couldn't do that. He signed drawing Harry's scattered attention to him.
"I will leave you to dress," said Snape, untangling himself from the boy. "Come out when you are done." He opened the door ajar and slipped through. The savour sighed, picked up the borrowed boxers and pulled them on. Next came his pants, but looking at his tear soaked shirt, decided against it. he pit on the robes, opened the front and with the last reserve of his courage slipped out the door.
When Snape came through the door, the dark lord didn't yell at him. Only glared like a sullen child.
"I didn't do anything," protested Severus immediately. Voldemort raised a brow. "Err… milord?" added Snape at the end.
"I doubt that."
"But I didn't, cast a truth spell over me!"
"Severus look at the boy. It's impossible not to do anything," insisted Tom.
"Why, My lord. I had no idea you thought of him like that," smirked Snape. "The saviour of the wizarding world and the most evil dark lord of the age, how truly ironic."
"Make no mistake Severus, I will hex you," threatened Voldemort. His attention was moved from Snape to Potter, as he came out the door.
Lord Voldemort appraised the image before him, and found him self liking that image. The pants, being Voldemort's were too large and rode low on his hips, the non-existing belt not helping maters much. The robes for the boy hadn't bothered to cover his smooth intoxicating chest, hung off the saviour perfectly even thought tailor specifically for the dark lord. And said dark lord couldn't say that Harry wasn't the most gorgeous being in the world.
"The shirt," explained Harry, interruption Tom's mussing, "was soaked."
"I'll get you another one," volunteered Severus.
"They're all dirty," exclaimed Voldemort, eyeing Severus. He got the message; the dark lord wanted an eye full. He turned back to the boy.
"Are you hungry Harry?"
"Err. A little," squeaked Harry. Voldemort called a house-elf.
"Could you please bring up some breakfast inky?" he said kindly to the old elf. Nodding enthusiastically the elf disappeared. When Tom looked up Harry was looking at him funny.
"You're nice to house elves," stated Harry curiously.
"Yes, they clean and cook for me, keep my house in order why wouldn't I?"
"because your promoting the message, 'we're purebloods we're better then all of you because our ancestors inbred.'" Before Voldemort could form a reply to oppose that particular statement the house elf popped back in. wobbling under the three enormous trays he had, he placed them on the table and bowed out.
"Everyone sit and eat," commanded Riddle in a hard voice. He lifted the cover of his food and began to eat. Severus and Harry sat wearily; joining the dark lord at his privet table was something new for both of them. Not because they were awed, but because he is a dark lord. They ate in silence, enjoying the delicious food. Once done, they retired to the sitting room, which doubled as a library. Sitting on black comfy couches, they sat in silence. Until Tom started the conversation.
"Harry, will you join me?" Voldemort did not like to beat around the bush, so to speak.
"Do we have to talk about this?"
"Yes Harry we do."
"Well I haven't decided yet. Let's talk about something else."
"Very we. How well are you doing in your studies?"
"OK, I guess. Though I keep failing potions. I really don't understand how," Harry looked sideways at Snape. He was surprised to hind that he was blushing. Snape spoke up first.
"If you'd pay attention you wouldn't have."
"I do pay attention. He teacher doesn't like me," explained Harry to Tom. He made a sound, neither approving or disapproving.
"But, back to the matter at hand," insisted Tom.
"that's so boring," pouted Harry prettily. He passed his hand from his hair, down his face and swirled his right nipple, then slowly down his taunt stomach, again circling his belly button. Finally his fingered dipped into his pants slightly, so that he was now holding the top of his pants. "Let's do other things," insinuated Harry, the sexual innuendo not missed by either of the two men.
Snape opened his mouth to tell the boy off, but the dark lord stopped him. It looked like the older man's resolve had wavered and fallen. "Get out Severus, I don't like an audience," growled Tom. Harry smiled, realising he was getting what he wanted. Severus wanted to protest, knowing that this wasn't exactly right, but a command was an order he had to fallow. Getting up resignedly he stalked out of the room. Letting his displeasure at the other two known as he let the door bang shut.
The boy got up off his chair and sauntered over to Riddle, his one time enemy. He stopped in front of the lord, looking down at his through long lashes. He said in a seductive voice, one that made Voldemort rock hard just hearing it, the words not helping.
"You want to have sex with me," Harry stated, making the should be question a statement. It was the other words however that got to the powerful man. "You want to fuck me, push inside of me, leave me breathless calling your name. naked and spread, you want me." the last said with force and conviction. He let the robe slip slowly down his back off his shoulders. He stood in unbuttoned pants, never having done them up, slung low on his slender hips. "Do you want me Tom?" the name rolling off hid tongue in a sultry moan. The saviour started to sway his hips back and forth, to a beat only he could hear. The pants slipped lower with each swirl of hip motion, Voldemort was mesmerised, he wouldn't stop the boy now, even if he didn't want this. The boy could easily make straight men bend back wards, legs spread with only a glance.
Completely lost in the moment Voldemort stood quickly, gathering the smaller boy in his arms. Ducking down he kissed the boy, but before he could reach lips, the saviour turned his head side ways, he kissed Potter's neck. Up and down, nibbling on his ear.
Harry moved them slowly towards the over large bed. Riddle found himself in nothing but his pants, Harry in nothing at all. Looking down at the boy he couldn't help but whisper in his ear, "You are gorgeous, the most beautiful image I've ever seen."
Harry only whispered back, "I know." He pulled Tom on to the bed, on top of him. "Fuck me Tom, you know you want to," groaned Harry in parseltongue. The dark lord was utterly undone by the simple hissing. Not even realising that Harry himself never said he wanted this.
As the dark lord started exploring his body, Harry did something he hadn't done since learning to close off his mind, he stayed. In his mind enjoying the feeling of the soft butterfly touches from Tom.
With Tom on top and Harry underneath, they used their hands to explore the now thick and ready shafts. Harry expertly flied Riddle over, sliding down his stomach to reach the man's cock. He licked the head, then suddenly engulfed it all in one shot, earning his a shout of pleasure from the dark lord. He grazed his teeth up the shaft, the man moaned deep in his throat. Never one much for foreplay, Harry slithered back up so that their pelvises were at the same level. He grinded his hips in to Tom's. "Penetrate me Tom, I want you inside me," whispered Harry. Obliging Voldemort turned them over again, leaving Harry on his chest. He used a quick spell to lubricate the boy's ass whole, then slowly massaged a finger into it. as soon as he was able to comfortably fit in three fingers, he replaced his hand with something much more satisfying. Taking his time he nudged the head in slowly. But he didn't expect Harry to slam backwards, taking the whole member side him. He cried out, then began to move, slow at first, but with some urging on Harry's part, began to rock faster. The dark lord climaxed when Harry made a particularly sexy noise that Voldemort couldn't even begin to describe. Harry coming only seconds after. They collapsed on the bed, the dark lord onto of Harry, still lodged inside the boy.
They sucked, they fucked and overall had a good time. But not once did the boy let the dark lord hiss him on the mouth. When they were down, while done for the fourth time, Voldemort leaned in and kissed Harry firmly on the mouth, wanting to taste those delicious lips, that said his name so nicely. He managed to connect for about four seconds before Harry ripped away with a strangled cry, glaring murder at Riddle.
"That wasn't very nice Tom," stated Potter angrily, moving away from the warm body that embraced him. Tom almost whimpered at the loss of contact. "You couldn't have done that," whispered Harry looking down, losing his angry expression and adopting a wishful one.
"And why not?" asked the dark lord bewildered, not comprehending how he'd messed up. He assumed it was the kiss, because that's when Harry pulled away, but he wasn't that bad of a kisser really.
"Because I liked it, and you don't mean it!" Enraged Harry got up and went into the bathroom, he seemed to like it in there. Or maybe he only knew how to solve problems by distracting people with sex or running away.
Voldemort, the high and mighty dark lord was truly lost. He'd just had incredible sex and then kissed said person he was having sex with. The boy exploded and ran into the bathroom as if insulted. Tom buried his head in his pillow, hoping to suffocate himself before the boy came out. Then he wouldn't have to deal with this new problem. Didn't he have enough problems, trying to take over the world and all. He went over what Harry said in his mind, 'you don't meat it.' Not what the Hell was that supposed to mean. And then it him, rules and regulations of whores and prostitutes. "Never kiss a whore unless you love them." Having had many whores before Tom was well aware of their rules. And he'd just messed the largest one up, royally.
Swiftly grabbing a rove and throwing it on he knocked on the newly appeared door. "Look Harry. I am sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. I know what you consider yourself and am deeply apologetic for breaking you rules." Severus had told Voldemort about his conversation with the boy. And it broke his non-existing heart to think of this wild spirited boy as an escort.
Harry shocked him by coming out, in P.J.'s and looking down asked, a slight quiver in his voice, "s'alright. Could… could we just forget about it and do to sleep?"
"Sure Harry, what ever you wish," replied the dark lord, not liking the submissive behaviour he was receiving from the saviour. He wanted the old Harry back, the defiant and spirited boy that turn after turn defeated him. Only now he wanted to penetrate him, instead of killing him.
Voldemort made to get into bed, but Harry stopped him. "Err.. would you mind terribly putting some clothes on?" raising an eyebrow at the boy, he did as asked and slipped some pants on.
"Satisfactory?" asked Tom, turning around slowly. Blushing Harry nodded and crawled into bed.
When both were settled and time had passed, Tom said, "I don't regret kissing you Harry, I hope you know that." Lucky for him, the saviour was already asleep or he'd have been much colder in the morning.
A/N: hope this made up for the slight non update period I made you all go through. If you could give me some ideas about what you'd like to see in this story that would help because I am running out of ideas. I still have some left but nothing in the long run. REVIEW please and look at my other stories. Thanks. Cya next time.
right well before i go. lots of people have been yelling at me to get a beta, so anyone willing to offer their services, send me a message from my profile, not just a reivew because i'll though i read them all i sort of need a beta for all my stories and would rather only one then many. anyways what ever. enjoy the story.