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Weapon (Possession Chapter LXXXII)
Chapter XXXI - Ask For It
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The Dark Lord woke to an unfamiliar and unexpected but welcomed, oh so welcomed once he recognised it, warmth surrounding him. He shifted comfortably aware of the tickle of feathers against his still mottled skin. The serpent had not yet retreated.

"Comfy?" The question was whispered in his ear, the breath warm upon his neck.

"Yes," he responded without opening his eyes.

"Did you enjoy it?" came the further question in a tone that left no doubt as to what 'it' was.

"Yes."

"That's good."

There was something in the tone that caused a sliver of doubt to coil through him and Voldemort opened red eyes to look up at Harry.

His mate was sitting beside him, still in his tenshi form, wings arching high above his head before wrapping around his lithe body. They were too big for him sitting, and the ends were splayed against the ground providing both mattress and covering which was why the Dark Lord was so warm. Each feather was of the purest white and softer than down. Harry was still radiating that pure innocence which had driven Voldemort's desire earlier. The Serpent Lord didn't hesitate and didn't think as he reached out to claim Harry once more.

The doubt grew at the chuckle that reached his ears when he discovered that he couldn't move. Well, he could move, he just couldn't reach towards Harry. Voldemort hissed, red eyes blazing.

"No," Harry murmured, his own eyes laughing. "I couldn't move," he added as he brought one hand to his mouth.

The Dark Lord groaned at the sight, his desire rising.

"I couldn't move," he repeated. "I wanted to but I couldn't, so it's my turn now." With that Harry moved over Voldemort and briefly brought his lips to the older man's kissing him gently so that the Dark Lord could taste himself. It was only a brief tasting. Despite Voldemort's efforts to deepen the kiss, Harry drew back, smiling sultrily as he straddled the Dark Lord's knees, raising his wings still higher and wrapping them around the prone serpentine body to form a curtain so that the Serpent Lord could only look at him. The leading edges he tucked under Voldemort's head.

If it hadn't have been so undignified the Dark Lord would have been cursing. There was a dangerous lilt in Harry's voice and he shifted to test the extent of the restraints. He could make small movements so the restraint was not painful but nothing large. He could not move either arms or legs much. Ruby eyes flashed. Neither man nor serpent liked being restrained, not even for their mate but the hiss of annoyance died in his throat as he was fixed with a glare from emerald eyes and quite suddenly he knew exactly what Ollivander had meant.

This was not his mate.

Or rather this was but this was his mate so focused, so driven that even Voldemort felt a stirring of fear. And not playful fearbut true fear... something he hadn't felt for years and the wand maker's almost trivial warning ghosted back to him with new clarity and urgency. It will recognise you so it may not attack but if it senses even a hint of danger it will strike and danger may include non submission. It's different for each individual...

No! Voldemort reminded himself. This was his mate. This was his mate so consumed by power, so focused on his goal that all else was superfluous. This was the man he wanted Harry to become in battle, who would give him the victory.

Consciously Voldemort forced himself to calm as Harry's eyes began to burn at his continued small struggles. It appeared the wand maker had been correct. Non submission was considered a threat. With that in mind the Dark Lord smiled up at his mate knowing that he had to see this through to the end. Harry had submitted to him and if they were to be equal then there was going to be times when he had to submit to Harry's desire.

As the threatening glow faded from Harry's eyes Voldemort raised one eye brow, indicating both his acceptance and his question of what was to happen now. Harry chuckled and shook his head, wicked amusement now lighting his eyes above the returned sultry smile. "It's not that easy," he whispered. "You are still getting punished."

Dignity be damned.

The Dark Lord gulped.

Bad move. The ambivalent taste of aniseed and vanillacame back to him and he moaned unconsciously as the taste set off a whole new wave of desire. Not that Harry was helping.

He had pulled out a long feather and much to Voldemort's consternation but rising pleasure his precious was adding whole new meaning to the word feather light touches.

It was a torture that was exquisite and Voldemort breathed shallowly as he tried to control his reaction. That seemed to amuse Harry and Voldemort hissed as the feather was traced lower over mottled skin.

"You're beautiful."

Voldemort couldn't help but frown at the words, looking up at Harry. Beautiful was not a word associated with him. His body was serpentine, reconstructed, his features a mockery of what they once were. It was functional but not attractive. He was a Dark Lord. He would betray, use or kill just about anyone who came into his knowledge; practical but not beautiful. He was powerful but it was the power of the serpent, red and poisonous. Not many appreciated that beauty.

"You're beautiful," Harry repeated, sensing the doubt. He brushed his feather against Voldemort's member, enticing a groan. "Your reactions are honest," he added. "That is beautiful."

Voldemort hissed. It was difficult to lie when such a light touch had him seeing stars of pleasure. But that could not be the extent of beauty. He hissed again. The reaction brought a throaty laugh.

"What is not beautiful about that?"

The Dark Lord could not respond. He was too busy gasping for air. Emerald eyes locked with his briefly and Voldemort realised that Harry was no longer looking at the physical world. The power in his eyes said that he was looking beyond to the streams of magic the Serpent Lord knew defined him. It would be a mixture of serpent and man both forms defined and merging into the other at the moment because Xatarass was awake and his skin was mottled. He was, at the moment, the full human embodiment of the Serpent Lord.

Voldemort blinked his vision blurring as he shifted his own gaze. He couldn't hold it for long. Harry was too intense for him and he blinked rapidly, clearing the sun spots that danced in his vision. It was intense but it had been breath takingly beautiful and almost powerful beyond his ability to comprehend and to the serpent, power was beauty. The thought that such a beautiful being was currently pleasuring him was enough to make his breath catch.

Harry smiled, lowering himself as he raised his hands to caress the Dark Lord's torso. "Beautiful," he murmured.

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'Mine, ' Voldemort hissed, reaching to stroke back black hair. The strands were stuck together with sweat. 'Mine, ' he murmured again as Harry snuggled into him, fitting the curves of his body to the Serpent Lords. It was wonderfully warm and accepting and in the after glow of his release it was relaxing and comforting. He could feel his eyelids growing heavy in the presence of his precious.

Harry smiled softly as he heard Voldemort's breathing level out in sleep. It was to be expected. He had driving both man and serpent to frustration before allowing them release. It was a release he had enjoyed, savouring each movement the Dark Lord had made and it was pleasure beyond words, knowing that only you could drive such a powerful being to distraction knowing that he was with his mate.

"Yours," Harry whispered breathing deep the dry scent of snake and sex. It was warm, comforting and filling. This was exactly where he wanted to be. "But you are mine," Harry murmured as he settled himself comfortably, eyes closing as he was lulled by the scent of completion and the soft contentment he could feel from his beloved.

'Mine. '

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