Yo! This is the mostly smut chapter. There isn't much here besides that, which is why it's a bit shorter than the first three. Smut isn't something I write all too often, and I still feel incredibly awkward when I'm doing it, so I hope this is okay. Like everything else here, it isn't particularly detailed. Thank you to all readers so far!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters...
Voldemort appeared in the manor's foyer, and he wasted no time before making his way through the hall and up the stairs. The place was silent, and looked to be devoid of life, but he knew that wasn't quite true. And he found that life exactly where he had left him, sprawled out on top of dark green sheets in the centre of a massive bed situated in a large, extravagant bedroom.
Half tangled in the sheets, Harry lay there fast asleep, the expression on his face mimicking what the Dark Lord was currently feeling-peace. Voldemort peered at him for a moment, and then walked past him and into the nearby bathroom, where he stripped down and bathed. Harry didn't like the smell of blood. It reminded him too much of all the suffering he had gone through, particularly as a child.
But all of that was done now. Harry wasn't going to have to deal with any of that anymore. No more pain. No more suffering. He was safe now, and could finally live the life he wanted to live, no matter what anyone said or how much they protested. It was his life to live, no one else's.
Clean, dry, and not having bothered to redress, Voldemort returned to the bedroom, finding Harry had rolled over onto his front, and the sheets had slipped down rather low, revealing a lovely sight indeed. Approaching the bed, he climbed onto it silently and then reached out, running a pale hand down a tanned back. Harry, ever the light sleeper, woke immediately at the touch.
"Hey," he greeted tiredly.
"Good morning, Little Serpent." His hand travelled back up, and then down again in a slow, soothing motion. "I have news."
Blinking sleepily, Harry shuffled around until his head was resting on his hands on the pillow, so he could look at the man properly. "Good news, I hope?"
"Very good news."
"Oh?" Curiosity crossed the teen's face, eyes searching for what might be the answer, but finding nothing, though he hadn't expected otherwise. He could never get anything out of the Dark Lord that he didn't already want to reveal. "C'mon, don't leave me hanging. What is it? What happened?"
"Dumbledore is dead."
"...What!?" Harry jolted up so quickly he nearly bashed his head against Voldemort's chin. "Dead? How? When?"
Stroking Harry's hair rather casually, Voldemort explained what had happened. Harry wasn't pleased, at first, that he had been left out, but he got over it pretty quickly, because hadn't staying out of the war been the point of all this? Instead, he focused on a different part of the recount.
"So, Dumbledore's really dead?"
"He is really dead."
"Seriously?"
Voldemort chuckled. "Seriously."
"I-I'm free?"
The Dark Lord cupped the teen's cheek gently. "Yes Harry, you're finally free." And then he found himself with a lap full of naked Harry. He smiled slightly and brought his arms around him, holding him against him. "Pleased?"
"Immensely," Harry replied with a grin.
"Good, shall we celebrate our victory?"
"Cele-gah!" Harry found himself flat on his back, Voldemort hovering over him, a smirk on his pale face. Once he had gotten over the shock, Harry reached up and stroked the man's bare chest. "Well?" he questioned with a raised brow. "I thought we were going to celebrate?" He lifted his hips, pressing against the man above him.
Voldemort reached down between their bodies and curled long fingers around Harry's rapidly hardening cock. "Already so eager, Little Serpent?"
"Mmm hmm. Gonna kiss me now?"
The Dark Lord sighed. "So demanding," he murmured. But he kissed him anyway. He felt Harry smile against him, but a single slow stroke had that cheeky smile being replaced by a sharp gasp.
Coiling his arms around Voldemort's neck and shoulders, Harry arched his hips up into the hand around him, groaning as the fist tightened slightly. He pulled back from the kiss when he felt fingers sliding down lower, and bit down on his lip when he realized those fingers were wet. He must have used a lubrication spell, instead of the real thing.
A finger rubbed over him slowly, but didn't do anything more. "What's with the teasing?" he demanded, trying to push down against it. He wanted the damn thing inside him already! What the hell was he waiting for!?
Voldemort lowered his head, and when he replied, it was in a whisper against Harry's ear. "There is no need to rush, Little Serpent. We have the entirety of two days before we will be disturbed." He chuckled lowly. "You'll not be leaving this bed anytime soon, I fear."
A desperate keen left Harry, and he was sure that all the blood in his body had just gone straight to his cock. And then he hissed when that teasing finger suddenly pushed into him.
"You like the sound of that, don't you Harry?" Voldemort continued on to whisper in his ear, tongue occasionally flicking out to trace along the shell of the teen's ear. "Trapped in this bed and at my mercy, subject to my whim for two entire days."
"I can-ah!" A second long finger eased into him. "I can-I can always just get out of the bed," he retorted. It wasn't like he minded, of course, but banter like this between them was all too common.
"Not if I tie you up." The words were punctuated by a sharp nip to his earlobe.
When Harry laughed in response, the sound was rather strangled. "Maybe next time," he replied, one of his hands leaving his partner's neck so he could run his fingers up and down his chest, enjoying the feeling of the strength that deceived so many. "Maybe-maybe I wouldn't min-gah! More dammit!"
"So impatient," Voldemort chastised, though he carefully eased a third finger into the tight passage anyway. "I thought I had taught you that much at least this past year."
"You-hah-you're talking way-hah-way too much right now-shit!"
"Am I indeed?" He stroked over Harry's prostate, and used his other hand to pin the teen's hips down when he bucked up. He was already all flushed and sweaty. It was so easy to reduce Harry into this state. "This is a celebration, Little Serpent, there-"
"Exactly! So celebrate by fucking me! I want your cock in me, dammit!"
Voldemort laughed. He really was going to have to give him a proper lesson in patience, but that could wait. For now, he would do as Harry so keenly desired. This celebration was for the both of them, after all.
Harry tried and failed to stop the whine that left him when the fingers pulled out, but nodded and kept his legs apart when asked of him, as a pillow was situated beneath him to raise his hips up a little. And after another lubrication spell-
"Fuuuuuuuuck," Harry groaned, short nails digging into Voldemort's shoulders as the man pushed into him little by little. He knew it was partly to tease him, and partly to make sure he didn't hurt him. And it worked too, on both counts. It always did.
Voldemort kept his eyes on Harry. The flush in his cheeks had travelled down to his neck, his eyes had fallen shut, concealing the stunning emerald from his sight, and he had reached down, gripping his thighs, holding himself open for the Dark Lord. He was being stretched open, bit by bit, and he fucking loved it.
But Harry was hardly the only one being affected. Had his eyes been open, he would have seen Voldemort watching him raptly, jaw clenched. One of his large hands was on Harry's hip, but the other was balled into a fist next to the teen's head on the pillow. Regardless of the amount of preparation before hand, Harry always gripped him so damn tightly, and that, coupled by the heat, made it such a struggle to keep still once he had made it to a point where he could go no further.
Breathing easing slightly, Harry opened his eyes and wriggled his hips a little. "You-you can move now," he assured, death grip on the man's shoulder loosening finally.
Voldemort inclined his head and pulled his hips back, only for them to suddenly snap back forward. Harry cried out in surprise, but it only took him a moment to be able to match the quick and almost harsh rhythm that was set.
There was no more talking now, neither of them having the spare breath to even attempt it, although being unable to form even a coherent thought probably didn't help matters, in Harry's case.
Instead, the teen reached down to jerk himself off as Voldemort fucked the ever living daylights out of him. A perfect way to celebrate something, if one were to ask for Harry's humble opinion.
Of course, the problem with having a Dark Lord for a lover, was that said Dark Lord had far more stamina, which meant Harry was left an incoherent mess long before Voldemort was even out of breath. It was completely unfair, in Harry's mind, and exactly what Voldemort loved.
Harsh rhythm not even faltering, Voldemort brushed Harry's sweaty fringe out of his eyes, then leaned down to kiss him heatedly. Then the teen keened again, a low, needy whine escaping his swollen lips.
"Are you going to come, Little Serpent?"
"Fu-hah-yeah-hah-" Voldemort's hand replaced his around his prick, and jerked him off to the same speed his cock was fucking his arse. "Da-damn-" He was close, so damn close. He just need something, just-just something to set him off. And then Voldemort hit his already abused prostate yet again, and he was done.
He scrabbled for purchase, trying to find something to grab, stars appearing before his eyes, vision blackening as he came harder than he was sure he ever had before, spilling all over himself. He thought he heard Voldemort groan, but he was sure he had temporarily gone deaf.
He had barely begun to relax, his ears ringing faintly, when Voldemort finally stilled, and Harry could feel him pulsating, could feel him spilling inside him, and god, he was already getting hard again!
Slowly, Voldemort pulled back out, only for him to grab Harry's face in both his hands, and pull him up into a harsh, hungry kiss that had the teen utterly breathless in barely a second.
When the kiss ended, the Dark Lord hardly moved away, red eyes boring into Harry's green, darkened with a lust that had only grown, rather than faded.
"We haven't finished yet, Harry. We have barely yet begun." He kissed him again, and then pulled away once more. "We still have so much time. By the end of it, I will have you not only begging, but screaming for me."
Harry's cock twitched back to life. This was going to be a very, very long forty eight hours...
Okay, only the epilogue left and then we're done. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!