Harry and Voldemort returned home and found dinner already waiting on the table. Neither of them had had lunch, as they were both shopping. They both ate quietly. Voldemort needing to finish up some business excused himself when he was finished, and once again left Harry to his own devices. Harry, not wanting to read again went to their room to study their purchases. He was uninterested in the clothes and merely glanced at the books. No, he wanted to look at his toys a bit more. He took a bit of the pineapple-flavoured lube and put some on his finger to check the consistency and see if it was really slick. Oh who was he kidding, he wanted to see if it really tasted like pineapple and popped his finger into his mouth.

"Mmmm.." Harry moaned at the flavour. 'Yep, it definitely tastes good.' Harry thought as he put the lube back. He quickly found another item of interest, the whip. Harry stood up and cracked the leather whip. 'That's got to hurt.' Harry thought, a little too excited. He once again went back to exploring, when his eyes fell on something white and fluffy. 'The costume.' Harry remembered. A wicked grin that didn't look like it belonged there fell onto Harry's face as he heard someone walking towards the bedroom door. Harry quickly grabbed the costume and a bottle of the slightly red strawberry lube and dashed to the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind him.

Voldemort had a busy day. First, he woke up after an amazing night of sex and had breakfast with the Malfoys. Then, he spent a good chunk of his day shopping. He ate dinner and went over some reports Lucius had brought from the ministry. The Ministry of Magic had definitely gone downhill since the last war, which was good for him. The easier the security in the ministry, the easier it would be to conquer. To sum up his day, he has a crick in his neck, was tired, and most importantly he was sexually frustrated. It was torture to watch Harry change earlier. 'At least I can now have that last problem taken care of.' He thought as he walked into the room, only to hear the bathroom door slam shut and the click of the lock. 'What the hell is going on?' Was all he could think.

He quickly marched to the door and knocked.

"Harry, are you okay in there?" Concern evident in his voice.

"I'm fine!" Harry yelled back. Voldemort heard some rustling around and thought that maybe he was getting undressed. 'But why would he lock the door?'

"Are you stripping, because if you are I wouldn't be opposed to supervising you!" Voldemort commented, getting hard at the thought of watching his boy undress again.

"No, I'm putting on some clothes." Was all he said.

"Harry don't worry about it, once you get out I will just take them off again." He said now getting irritated. 'Honestly, was the boy just playing dumb?' "Now come on out, I need you now."

"No! I need to finish up first." Alright, now he was mad. His slave disobeyed a direct order. Voldemort continued this line of thought, his anger causing him to slip back into thinking of Harry as his slave.

"Harry, get your ass out here RIGHT NOW, or I will break down this door," Voldemort yelled at the door, drawing out his wand.

"B-But, that would ruin the surprise!" Harry said, his voice shaking in fear. This was the first time his master had yelled at him.

Voldemort's anger quickly vanished and he lowered his wand to his side, he left it out though, just in case. "What surprise?" Clearly forgetting about the costume they had bought earlier.

"Like I'm going to tell you." He heard Harry say in a sing-song voice all traces of fear were forgotten and was that a giggle he heard? "Now get on the bed and wait like a good boy." He heard another giggle.

'A good boy? He is obviously delusional.' Nevertheless, he sat on the bed and watched the door. The door remained closed for another five minutes before he heard the lock click and saw the door slowly opening. Voldemort gasped as he saw the angel before him, literally.

Harry was dressed in the costume Voldemort had bought him earlier. He had a halo that was powered by the wearer's magic, so it shined like a Lumos and floated above his head. He also had magic wings. There were no wires or anything, they just magically connected with your skin. Unlike regular feathered wings, these ones were made with a comfortable white fur so the wearer can lay comfortably with them on, after all, what would be the point in a costume like this if you couldn't do things comfortably while on your back? There was no shirt, but there was glitter, lots and lots of silver body glitter spread over the boy's chest and arms. The rest of the costume wasn't much at all, just a pair of short, really short shorts. They almost looked like a pair of underwear, they were that short. His lips were glossy, and a bit redder than normal. All in all, he was definitely the best-looking angel Voldemort had ever laid eyes upon. 'And all mine.' Voldemort thought with a leer.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked while walking closer, swaying his hips seductively. Voldemort watched the hips swaying hips as if hypnotized. He licked his lips. Harry was absolutely edible.

"I might find it a bit attractive," Voldemort said still enraptured.

"You might find it a bit attractive? Well if you don't like it I can always change into some pyjamas." Harry said as he turned back towards the bathroom door. Voldemort quickly grabbed Harry from behind.

"I lied. You are incredibly sexy and are making me incredibly horny. Leave the outfit on, angel." Voldemort said as he pulled Harry onto the bed. Harry lay there quietly as Voldemort crawled on top of him. Voldemort tilted his head to kiss Harry and winced.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Nothing, my neck is stiff is all." While rubbing the back of his neck. Harry glanced down and smirked.

"I can tell." That earned him a teasing swat. "Oh, just take off your shirt and lie on your stomach. I believe I can work out the kinks." While Voldemort complied Harry went to retrieve the massage oil.

Harry put some of the oil on his master's back and also rubbed some onto his hands. He began to slowly massage his neck and shoulders. He then began to work his way down the back until he reached his master's pants. He pulled the pants down and then his master's underwear. He slid both pieces of clothing off and threw them to the floor. He started massaging Voldemort's legs when the man flipped onto his back.

"Is the stiffness gone?" Harry asked quietly.

"No, still there," Voldemort said suggestively while eyeing his manhood. Harry decided right then that his master must have wanted a FULL body massage. He slicked up his hands with more massage oil and cupped his master's sac and started the massage again. Voldemort groaned again as Harry started rubbing. He closed his eyes as Harry moved from his balls to his now leaking cock. Harry moved his hand up and down until Voldemort told him to stop. Voldemort got up and kissed Harry and licked his lips. 'Why does he taste like strawberry?' He looked at Harry who grinned. 'Oh yes, his lips were glossy when he came out of the bathroom. The little minx must have put some lube on them.' Voldemort thought fondly.

Voldemort reached over into the bag and pulled out a handful of items. 'I suppose we can both have our fun.' Voldemort took the handcuffs and cuffed both of Harry's hands to the headboard while Harry was lying on his back. He then proceeded to remove Harry's short shorts. He lubed the large dildo with pineapple lube and placed it at Harry's entrance and pushed it in. He twisted the bottom of the dildo to see what it would do. The dildo began to vibrate and push in and out. Harry only moaned in response.

"You my little raven, are to be punished! You see, I was distraught over not being allowed to enter that bathroom. You tortured me with visions of you stripping and doing naughty things to yourself, only to not let me in. As punishment, you will not come until I grant you the mercy of doing so." Voldemort said this as he watched Harry's cock become harder and harder. He then proceeded to place the cock ring on the boy. Harry, not yet concerned, merely glanced at him. Voldemort gave him an evil grin and turned the vibration on. As the cock ring began to vibrate along with the rubber dildo Harry gave him a pleading look.

"Please, fuck me! Let me come! Please!" Harry gasped out.

"No, now you know your punishment," Voldemort said. Voldemort then placed a few of the easy-melting chocolate onto Harry's chest and neck and proceeded to eat and lick them off, sucking and biting everywhere. Harry tried to move his hands to place them around his master's neck, but they were still cuffed to the headboard.

"Ooohh." Was all Harry could manage to say. At this point, Harry was trembling with need. He was in so much pleasure, but he just couldn't come. His master needed to fuck him soon or he would just die, he knew he would. All of a sudden he felt something different. He had the feeling of being stretched further. He looked down and groaned at the sight. His master had added a finger to move along with the dildo.

Normally, Voldemort wouldn't need to stretch Harry before fucking him into oblivion, but today was different. He decided to attempt to fuck Harry simultaneously, along with the dildo. This would mean Harry might be a little too tight. He wanted to avoid tearing the boy, that would probably be too painful. He added another finger and watched in fascination as it disappeared into Harry's body. If Voldemort could fit, and he knew it would be a tight squeeze, this would probably be very pleasurable. 'There.' He finally managed to work a third finger in.

Harry just kept trying to push down, but the damn handcuffs were only letting him go so far. 'This is torture.' Was all he could think. He felt the fingers be removed and he felt the head of a cock beside the entrance, though it did not push in immediately as he expected. He glanced up into his master's eyes. The eyes looked as if they were asking permission, and all he could do was nod. Voldemort slowly pushed in up to the hilt.

Harry was so tight. He was tight before this but damn, he now had no room left. Voldemort knew he wouldn't last long.

Harry had never been this full before. It was the most satisfying feeling. Two things thrusting simultaneously, they couldn't help but constantly rub his prostate. Harry was arcing to meet every thrust, wanting this feeling to last forever. His cock was a nasty shade of purple, he needed to cum so badly.

Voldemort reached down and removed Harry's cock ring when he felt himself about to cum. He only had to whisper three words before Harry was lost to oblivion.

"Cum for me." And he did. Both came together, their screams drowning out the others, while a blinding light filled the room.

They both collapsed, gasping. The dildo was still fucking Harry and Voldemort's cock was still in his ass, but neither really cared, they were both too spent to move. After a few minutes of laying there, Voldemort uncuffed Harry's bruised and swollen wrists and removed the dildo. He was about to pull himself out when Harry stopped him.

"I'm comfortable like this." Was all he said. Voldemort nodded, and they switched positions so they were spooned together. Voldemort removed Harry's wings and was about to remove the halo when he noticed something funny. The halo was lying on the bed, it was black and omitted no light.

"Look at this." Voldemort said as he passed the halo to Harry. Harry began to immediately giggle. "What, what happened?" Voldemort said, obviously clueless.

"That explained the blinding light when we came," Harry said while giggling. He noticed his master was still confused and decided to explain in an intellectual voice. "Have you ever done accidental magic, like when you were in great pain or anger?" Harry asked already knowing the answer. Voldemort nodded, and Harry continued. "Well, you see, in times of great emotion our power needs an outlet and we release it using accidental magic. When we came together, I was already using magic to keep the halo up and lit and our power must have overloaded the halo and accidentally broke it. I'm actually surprised the dildo is still working." Harry said.

"Oh, is that all?" Voldemort said while thinking the explanation over.

"Either that or it fell off because you tainted me," Harry said with a straight face. It didn't last long as he snorted and continued to giggle.

Voldemort's only response was a roll of the eyes and a "Shut it you." They both fell asleep peacefully after the long and exhausting day.

()()()

(The next morning, 12 Grimmauld Place)

Sirius Black was sitting and drinking his morning tea when the owl came to deliver the morning paper. Sirius hadn't been the same since he escaped Azkaban. He had escaped in hopes of finding his godson, Harry. He missed the little boy so much. He just knew he would be a Gryffindor like his parents, and most likely played for the house quidditch team. He was probably a troublemaker who loved a good prank and drove the teachers crazy.

Or at least he would have been.

His friend, and former lover Remus, had been the one to inform him of Harry's disappearance and how the ministry had declared him dead. He was so depressed that he locked himself in his parent's old home, which made him even more depressed.

Sirius sighed. There was no point in life anymore, he only survived Azkaban on thoughts of revenge and finding Harry. He is now a free man, but what was he to do with his life? He already lost 12 years in prison and his godson was dead. Maybe he should just go away, no one would really miss him. Well that's not exactly true, Remus was his best friend, but he couldn't be around all the time.

Sirius sighed and took a sip of his tea and glanced at the Daily Prophet. He read the headline, TEEN WINS FIREBOLT, and glanced at the picture. He immediately spits the tea across the table as he saw the picture. The boy was trying to cover his face with his hands while the owner of the store kept putting them back down. It was hard to get a good look at the boy, but when the hands were dropped you could get a clear view. And every once in a while, the boy's hair would move a bit to the side to let a lightning bolt scar peek out.

"Harry," Sirius said before he passed out.

()()()

(Hogwarts)

"Albus!" Severus yelled as he burst into the office in a hurry.

"What is it, my dear boy?" Albus asked in a calm tone as if he was used to people running and yelling in his office. He probably was used to it, being the headmaster and all.

"It's him, Voldemort's slave is in the Prophet," Severus said as he dropped that morning's paper in front of the old headmaster. Dumbledore looked at the paper and frowned.

"Are you sure, Severus?" Dumbledore asked as Snape nodded. "Then it looks like he is not keeping the boy indoors. Alert the order, if we see the boy again we need to snatch him. He may have some valuable information, and we can't leave the poor boy in that monster's hands." Albus said, not seeing what Sirius did.

"Of course, Headmaster. I will do it right away." And Severus was off to do as told.

()()()

(Malfoy Manor)

Draco was humming a tune as he cut the photo out of the Daily Prophet. The boy was so beautiful, he just had to keep the picture. He placed the picture in a silver frame and set it on his bedside table so he could stare at the photo while lying down. He continued to stare at the photo of Harry even as his hand slipped into his pants.

"I will have you one day." Was all Draco said before he began to make a bunch of incoherent sounds as he pleasured himself.