It was strange for him to see the older man asleep... he suddenly looked vulnerable, though Harry was sure that, even when asleep, he had taken his measures to not be killed or anything. Marvolo was lying on his side, his face towards Harry, and the boy hesitantly touched him. When the man didn't stir, he snuggled closer, and lifted and arm so he could drape it around himself. His fingers glided over the soft skin, and he felt his face getting hot when his mind drifted off to the more physical part of their relationship. He gnawed his lip, not really knowing what to think of it. Was he ready for that? He hadn't ever been with another person, so to jump at the first person he loved mere days after they got together seemed somewhat desperate. On the other hand, he was desperate, so did it matter? Also, he didn't know exactly what 'doing it' was between men... He knew of a few gay couples in Hogwarts, but he hadn't been close to any of them, and they certainly didn't shout their sex life out to the world.
And finally, just this morning he had indicated that he wanted to wait some longer. Surely some longer wasn't one day, but now, he regretted his actions from before. He had said no too soon, to his own opinion, but he had kind of panicked and acted in a rush... He groaned in frustration and wrapped his arms around the dark wizard's torso, pulling them close. In his sleep, Marvolo's grip tightened, and Harry pressed his head against the chest, which slowly rose and lowered with breathing. A few minutes, he succeeded to calm down his turbulent thoughts by listening to the low, slow thudding of Marvolo's heartbeat, but then they began to stir again.
What if I'm too young for this? What if I'll regret it later? What if something goes wrong? What if I'm terrible at it and disappoint Marvolo?
Especially the last kept nagging him.
"Aah! I'll never fall asleep like this!" he growled, frustrated again, and thumped his fist against the thing that was nearest to him... which happened to be someone's chest...
Startled, Marvolo woke up, and immediately gazed down at Harry in shock, who was blushing with embarrassment.
"Did you just hit me?" the Dark Lord said, abashed.
"Uuhhh... it was sorta an accident."
Marvolo, who had gotten over his surprise by now, suddenly quirked an eyebrow, and while Harry wondered why, the arms he had been lying in released him in favour of sliding down his body.
"W... what are you doing?" he said, tensing.
"Are you... naked?" he said in a strange voice, while the palms now slid over his behind and thighs
"Maybe?" he said, squeaking a bit when the Dark Lord got a lecherous grin on his face.
"Changed your mind? To crawl into my bed... and like that..."
Harry whimpered and let his head fall on the other's chest with a loud 'thud', not able to stop blushing like mad.
"I don't know..." he confessed. "I don't know what I want... whenever I see you, I feel like I can't control myself, but then again I'm afraid what might happen..."
Marvolo ruffled his hair, and Harry smiled up to him. He sighed when he was embraced by a pair of cold, strong arms, loving the feeling of their skin on skin contact. He felt his lovers chin come to rest at the top of his head and he closed his eyes, relaxing in the hug. Hands absentmindedly stroked his waist, and he did the same at Marvolo's back, getting a bit of a problem in his lower regions,and knowing that, should he look under the sheets, there would be another one hidden under them, dangerously close to his.
"Harry?" the man whispered, and the teen looked up in lustful eyes.
"Yeah?" he replied meekly, his 'problem' twitching a bit and his stomach filling itself with butterflies.
"Lie down. On your back." he ordered, amusement in his voice.
Both confused and with anticipation, Harry did as he was asked. He took in a sharp breath when the sheets were thrown back so it only covered his lower half. Hands traced the curves of his body from behind him and he arched his back, trying not to listen to the annoying voices in his head that told him to put an end on this.
"Ah...ng...ah, AH!"
He couldn't find anything to grasp onto, so he reached for the man that was now hovering above him, gripping the waist when palms reaches his genitals, brushing over his length. He didn't dare open his eyes anymore, not sure if he wanted to see the erection that was undoubtedly in front of his face now. He felt Marvolo lowering himself and Harry impatiently jerked his hips upwards, for the hands were now stroking his inner thighs, not coming close enough to where he really wanted them. He cried out as, unexpectedly, something wet and hot engulfed his cock. Despite not wanting it, his eyes shot open in shock, and he almost died in pleasure at the sight of his lover hanging above him, his knees and thighs against the back of Harry's head, and expertly licking the top of his penis. He spread his legs and tried to buck his hips into the mouth, but he was firmly held down. He mewled, wanting more, rational thoughts all forgotten.
"More..." he groaned, and he felt the lips curl into a grin before softly beginning to suck him.
Dizzy from pleasure, he lay back, trying to comprehend what was happening. He was rock hard now, and felt his release coming near. He released Marvolo's waist with one hand and the teen propped himself up on an elbow, banning any thoughts as to why he was about to do what he was about to do, and bent his neck backwards. He stuck out his tongue and let it trace the hard, throbbing shaft of his lover. He flicked it over the head, tasting the sticky fluid, finding it to not taste as awful as he had thought. Bitter and salty, but not unpleasant. In his position, it was impossible to take the length in his mouth, so he just continued to take long licks. Judging from the shuddering body above him, it was appreciated. The Dark lord moaned, and the sound went directly to the base of Harry's cock. His balls tightened and he panted with the need to come.
"Please," he begged breathless, beginning to fondle the man's sacks as his tongue, never ceasing to lick up and down the length. Bending his head in an awkward angle, he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses upon the weeping head. The sucks increased, harsher and faster, and he cried out when he came, shooting his seed into Marvolo's mouth, who sucked it up, milking him till the last drop. The man released the softening dick with a popping sound and licked the boy clean. Then, it occurred to Harry that the man himself still hadn't found release, so he shoved his tiredness aside and his hand reached upwards, curling around the neglected appendage. He rubbed his palm against the slick top of it and very carefully, so he couldn't hurt his lover, scratched the slit with the nail of his thumb. A long, strangled moan followed the action, and he grinned.
Withdrawing the finger, he jerked the skin up and down, while prodding the perineum with his other hand. A few jerks later, his hand got soaked in cum. Shy, he rolled a bit away so it wouldn't drip on his face, but, being trapped under the other, who was now trembling from exhaustion, he didn't succeed entirely, and he felt a blush rise again when he imaged how he must look. Marvolo rose and shoved back a bit so he was on the level of Harry's face instead of his lap. He licked his lips when seeing Harry, who had lifted the wet hand to his lips and was teasingly licking the semen off it, his mouth a weary grin. Marvolo gripped Harry's hand, covering his own in cum, and then rubbed the teens nipples. When Harry saw Marvolo's penis was twitching again, he let out a laugh.
"Are you insatiable or what?"
"You can't blame me..." the man all but purred, dipping his head down so he could plant a kiss on his beloved's lips. "You just look so... delicious."
"I'm tired."
"Then sleep."
"But... what about..."
"I'll take care of that myself."
"'Kay... night." Harry yawned, and curled up, instantly falling asleep.
XXx
After finishing again, the man looked lovingly down at the boy, hardly able to believe what had just occurred. Merlin, he had had some lovers back at Hogwarts, and even a few after that, but none had been able to turn him on like this. Even now, asleep, Harry looked absolutely ravishable. He cast a cleaning charm on both himself and the black-haired teen, and lay down next to Harry, cradling him in his arms, and, not able to resist, placed one of his legs in between Harry's. His mouth latched onto the teens nape, nibbling on the deliciously smelling skin and affectionately bit it. Making sure all of Harry's body was pressed against him somehow, he closed his eyes as well
Harry woke up to an empty bed, feeling a bit disappointed, but that vanished when he looked at the clock. It was nearly one 'o clock already. Normally, he hardly slept, and when he did, he always woke up early. Gosh, he had had to be really tired if it was that late. He yawned and stretched himself, glad for the fact that Marvolo hadn't woken him up. He shivered when thinking about yesterday evening. He had never thought that would happen when he had invited himself in Marvolo's bed. He smiled to himself, sighing in content. He had never felt like this before, so completely in love... he had liked Cho a bit, mainly because it had been expected of him, but that was it. This... this went much deeper, and he felt as if he wanted to stay forever with the Dark Lord. And he would, if it was up to him... as long as he could. He threw the sheets back and got up, rolling his eyes when he saw his clothes neatly folded on a chair. Neat-freak. Wasn't the floor good enough? Ignoring his clothes, he rummaged through the wardrobe until he found a soft, fluffy black bathrobe that immediately shrank to fit him. He found it nice to wear Marvolo's clothes... because the man's smell was all over them, it seemed like he was near.
He got out and descended the stairs, not caring a bit when a group of Death Eaters in the hallway fell silent when seeing him. He walked past them, on his way to the dining room. A few people were having lunch, Marvolo one of them, to Harry's joy. Papers were scattered across the table, and Harry skimmed them with his eyes, finding that they were maps of Hogwarts.
"What are you doing?" he asked, curious, and his lover turned around and gave him a small smile.
~Up already?~
Harry threw him a cheeky grin. ~Yes. I was rather surprised that you were able to get up early...~
~Maybe, Mr Potter, you should built up a stamina.~
~Want to help me?~
~Gladly. Come, sit down.~ he hissed, and patted his lap
"Seriously?" he gaped, glancing at the other people around the table.
His arm was grabbed and he was pulled down on his lover's lap. A cold hand gripped his face and their lips brushed together. This time it was Harry who took the initiative, taking Marvolo's lower lip in between his teeth, asking for entrance. A deep, needy kiss was the consequence, tongues trying to reach the back of each other's throats. It was nearly too much, and yet he couldn't get enough. When they finally parted, he rested his head on the man's shoulder. Suddenly, he frowned.
~You're cold.~
~I'm always cold. Does it bother you?~
~No, but... you weren't cold yesterday. At least not... well... there. How come?~
~No idea, really.~
~Not?~
~No... now you mention it... strange. But I'm also glad.~
~What for?~
~I imagine it would be uncomfortable for you if it was cold, you know, when we would have sex.~
"..."
~Didn't we already?~ Harry asked, confused.
Marvolo looked at him with a strange expression. ~Well, yes, but not all the way...~
~There's more?~ Harry said shocked, and he saw his lover was biting his tongue to prevent laughing. Irritated and feeling insecure, he flushed, looking away.
~I'm sorry.~ Marvolo apologised, gently turning his head back. ~I didn't think you wouldn't know... but now you mention it... you haven't you ever been with anyone else, have you?~
Harry shook his head, and Marvolo's gaze softened.~I feel honoured then, though I apologise for doing something so bold for our first time...~
"I didn't mind..." Harry blushed, and gave the Dark Lord a quick peck on the lips again. ~But there is more?~
~Yes... I'll show you in time...~
Harry nodded, and Marvolo let a plate of food appear for him when his stomach growled.
~Now eat, there is a lot to do today.~
~What are you doing with maps of Hogwarts actually?~
~I... made sure that Wormtail remembered some details he should have shared even during the first war.~
~Ah. Did he?~
~Conveniently enough for him, yes. I have seven passageways to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade now.~
"Only one which you can use though." Harry said, switching back to English, for the Death Eaters here might profit from the information as well. "Well, coming year, five of seven, because the ones whom I couldn't use previous years were the ones Filch knew... but you already covered that, didn't you?"
"Yes. Which?"
Harry pointed them out on the maps, and Marvolo marked them with a red dot.
"And the other two?"
"One has collapsed, and on the entrance of the other one stands a tree you don't want to meet. Scared the crap out of me, broke someone's wand and someone's leg."
"Hmm, better not risk that when I have five other potentialities to choose from." he said, tapping his long fingers at the table. "After all, they all go under the wards... ~now we've come to the subject of wards, by the way...~ he began, his eyes narrowing at Harry, ~I noticed some peculiar thing when I checked the wards around my home. You wouldn't happen to know some under aged wizard who had used magic last night when I was sleeping, hmm?~
Harry blinked at him, and it suddenly dawned on him what effect Devaki's lessons had had.
~I forgot about the Trace.~ he whispered, horrified. ~Oh my God. I totally forgot, I just...~
The Dark lord slowly breathed out through the slits of his nose, rubbing one of his temples with a pale, long finger.
~Whose wand did you use? Yours is still in the possession of the Order.~
~Uhmm, I kind of became friends with one of your followers, at least I think I did... I got invited in her little club of 'insane people', so I guess that counts as being friends. We were talking in the library and it suddenly came up that she had some curses to practice. I went along to the training room with her, and she taught me some of them...~
~You are so incredibly lucky.~Marvolo sighed, and somehow, Harry got the feeling the Ministry wouldn't be able to screw him, though he didn't know why.
~How so?~ Harry asked, confused.
~For the fact I have good wards. Your magic remained inside of them. However, if even one tiny stream of magic had passed them, it would have been hell. You will go to Hogwarts in one and a half week. Please, don't use magic anymore till then.~
~I won't. I'm really sorry...~
~You better be. Now, eat. I won't bring it up again.~
~Okay.~ Harry smiled, and bit in his tuna sandwich.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry answered, looking up from the paper he was drawing on.
"I didn't plan anything tonight yet... would you like to go out?"
"Out? as in... a date?" Harry asked, stunned, and the older man smiled at him.
"If you want..."
"Of course!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "But how? I mean... won't they recognise me? Or you, for that matter?"
"Never heard of Glamours?"
"Can't say I have... but it's kind of obvious what it is for. Where did this come from anyway?"
"I just thought it would be nice. What are you doing, if I may ask?"
"Drawing. I like making sketches." Harry said, and showed the paper, on which a part of the room they were currently in was starting to form, including the view on the little village in the distance, out of the window.
"You're good." Marvolo commented, and Harry beamed at him.
"Thanks! Can you draw?"
"Yes, though I prefer drawing persons. Not that I have spent any time on that lately. I was too busy for any other hobbies then reading. My job usurps time... Not that I'm complaining."
Marvolo got up from his chair and kneeled behind the boy, wrapping his arms around him. "So." he whispered..."Where do you want to go to?"
"I... I don't know... I've never gone out, really, only with friends in Hogsmeade."
"In that case, I shall make it a surprise. Now, I have a one-on-one meeting with Severus. I'll be back in forty minutes at most." He pressed a kiss against Harry's temple and got up. "Try to not blow anything up, okay?"
"Will do." Harry replied, rolling his eyes, and went back to his yet unfinished drawing. When the man was gone though, he pulled another paper from his pocket, unfolded it and stared at the man that was drawn on it, smiling as he put it on the table and began sketching.
"My Lord." Severus Snape said in a strained voice, kneeling on the floor in front of Voldemort as he walked in with long strides, closing the door behind him.
"Severus." the man nodded in a cool voice, his eyes boring in the black ones of his follower, and Severus tried to repress a shiver. "What is the news?"
"A.. .As you probably already know, a few days ago Harry Potter disappeared. The Order is trying to locate the boy, but to no avail." he hesitated, not knowing how much his Lord had already heard about the situation. But when he just gave a wave for him to continue with something like sadistic amusement in his blood-red eyes, Severus gulped and proceeded: "Dumbledore is doing everything in his power to find Potter, though no-one is really sure what he is doing. He is gone a lot and the Order practically has to run itself these past days."
"What about Potter's friends? Aren't they working out some foolish scheme?"
"Not that I am aware of. If so, they hide it well. I am not exactly close to them. I have found that they are keeping Potter's belongings right now which the Order found at his home, which is more reason to worry about the boy for them."
"Oh?" Voldemort said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well... because he hasn't taken anything, they assume he has been... kidnapped. Dumbledore... he has the idea that it was you, my Lord."
"Ah, and when has he ever been wrong..." Voldemort said, folding his hands.
"I... is it true?" Severus said, horrified.
"Is that concern I hear, Severus? I wasn't aware that you cared about the well-being of Potter, or is it the Light that has captured you in their webs of sweet promises and lies? Is that what you want? Tell me, Severus, and we'll settle this once and for all. I have put up with your indecision long enough, I believe. Choose, Severus, and choose well, for I do Not. Like. Treachery." he said, his voice growing in strength as he spoke, cold anger slipping through his mask, and magic lurched out, materializing in black flames that danced through the room.
"Forgive me!" Snape exclaimed, fear gripping his throat. "Please..." Long, pale fingers gripped his chin, and he was forced to stare up in those menacing eyes that had haunted him for such a long time now.
"Is that your answer, Severus?" he asked in a deadly whisper, and released the other's face with a disgusted motion, flicking Severus' head back. "Whom have you pledged yourself to, Severus? Me? Or Dumbledore?"
"L... Lily..." Severus spoke after a long silence in a hoarse voice, and he knew it was over when the Dark Lord got up from his seat and kneeled down in a fluid motion, cold hands gripping his neck.
"Lily? Lily Potter? You pledged yourself to her?"
"Yes. Her..."
"And what about her son?"
Severus opened his eyes, confused by the tone in which he was spoken to.
"I..." he gulped. "I vowed to protect him with my life."
"To whom?"
"To Dumbledore."
"A Vow?"
"Yes."
"So be it. Follow me."
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