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Journey to Somewhere	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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Clarity
A/N - Inspired by “Clarity” by Zed

After both his fathers left, Harry was left alone with Voldemort. He was comfortable in the arms that held him. It was home and he needed that right now.

“I missed you.” Harry whispered.

“And I you, love.” Voldemort replied.

Harry’s breath hitched at the words. He turned his head to drown in those dark endless eyes.

“Yes, Harry, I love you.” Voldemort whispered and leaned down for a sweet tender kiss. He was satisfied with sweet tender kisses and whatever else they did. So much love flowed through them that even just being in Harry’s presence was enough for him.

It was hours later that Harry felt that familiar nudging in his gut. He was afraid of it this time. He was afraid he would hurt his lover. The last power called for pain.

Harry stood and started pacing the room his anxiety creeping up on him in the moment. His mind screaming ‘MONSTER!’

“Harry?” Voldemort looked up at Harry worried.

“It’s time.” Harry stated with defeat.

Voldemort smiled and stood. He walked over to Harry and whispered in his ear.

“Tonight and any night you wish.” Voldemort hissed into Harry’s ear.

Harry shivered and turned to look at his lover in confusion. The dark eyes were filled with lust and a need Harry had not seen before.

“I don’t know what to do.” Harry said reluctantly.

“Like before let your instincts guide you. I promise you won’t break me.” Voldemort said in Harry’s ear.

That was the spark that ignited the fire of Harry’s magic. Instinct took over in an instant.

“Don’t be so sure, pet.” Harry’s voice dropped about two octaves to a low baritone.

Voldemort shivered when Harry’s tone changed, he could feel something new come into play and waited. The air shifted in the room and magic seemed to spike around him, an almost electric current ran through his body.

“Strip.” Harry commanded.

Voldemort did as he was bid, clothing littered the floor and he waited, knowing more was coming, his cock was fully erect now.

Harry stepped forward examining his lover’s body with interest. A leather glove seemed to materialize over one of his hands as he trailed his fingers over his lover’s chest. The skin was warm, firm and taut. Voldemort was smooth, pale, with a broad chest. Muscles were not bulky, but lean and tempting.

Harry turned to view the delicious scene of the backside and let his hand skim Voldemort’s back, licking his lips as the muscles flexed and bunched under his hand. When his hand landed on the rounding of one arse cheek he reared back and slapped it. The blossoming hand print sent electric sensations down his body to his cock.

Harry moved his lover, quietly towards one of the bed posts and reached into the small box and found leather straps that he secured to Voldemort’s wrists. Then he moved his lover’s arms up and over Voldemort’s head and secured them to the bedpost. He stood back looking at the delicious amount of pale unmarred skin before him.

“I want to put my marks on you… Make you scream. I will whip you until you can’t feel anything but me. I will break you… then… and only then.” Harry moved closer to Voldemort’s ear, “at my command will you experience bliss like you have never known it.”

“YES…” Voldemort hissed out. He was already fighting wanting to cum on the spot. Harry’s voice and soft touches poured through his body like lava. The anticipation alone would do him in.

Harry noted the delicious tremble in his lover’s body, he reached further into the box by the bed and pulled out a metal ring and reached around, and slid it lower onto his lover’s leaking cock.
He ran his gloved and ungloved hands over the flawless back and further down caressing lean almost hairless legs. Bending over he found the whip he had seen months ago. He moved around to Voldemort’s face and maneuvered it so he could crash their mouths together in a fiercely dominating kiss. He took every whimper into his mouth. He pulled away harshly.

“Lick it.” Harry commanded as he pushed the handle of the whip to Voldemort’s lips. He watched hungrily as his lover’s tongue came out to trace the handle before taking the tip into his mouth. Harry leaned in to let his tongue swipe in time with his lovers, barely touching his lovers, but letting them taste the bitter leather together. Harry pulled it back and gripped the spit slicked handle in his gloved hand. He mapped out his target areas and let the whip fly.

His mark landed first on one shoulder blade with only a little force, enough to evoke a sting. The next shoulder blade was equally marked. With each strike, Harry felt something inside him slowly leak out. It wasn’t a breaking or instant freeing, this was slow and tenuous. His need for more strength behind the strokes grew with the release of more magic.

The first few strikes made Voldemort jump at the contact. He relished the sting. Each stroke more powerful than the last, building up to a crescendo of bliss. Voldemort was crying out as Harry reached the 15th stroke. Tears were flowing from his eyes, his cock was straining, he would have cum already if he was not restrained. The pain was perfect, slow and rising in intensity. He felt a cool hand slowly caress his back easing some of the sting and burn. The cold against fire was exquisite. Intoxicating, he wanted to both push into the touch and curl away.

“Please, I need more.” Voldemort pleaded.

A jolting firebolt of pain laced through his legs and his body was stunned. Another lash and it was blinding. Tears spilled copiously from his eyes, yet he still needed more, if Harry was to bring him to the brink, there needed to be so much more. No one had ever gotten him to the brink before, they all crumbled before he could fly. And then he felt his body get turned and his chest felt like it was about to split open with the first crack of the whip and he didn’t catch the whimper that escaped his lips. Another, lower on his stomach, mere centimeters from his erection that was leaking copious amounts of fluid. He saw white with the last lash, almost there. Then it came a surprise, somehow both nipples were whipped with the same intensity as his arse, his mind broke free then, soft and hazy, the pain was the full pleasure.

“Open your eyes.” Harry’s velvet baritone sounded over him and he opened his eyes. His lover in all his heavenly beauty was kneeling before him. It felt all wrong yet so sinfully right.

Harry’s ice blue gaze caught his as that beautiful mouth plunged down on him, and everything flew out of his mind. The pain, the magic, the world, reality. There was only Harry and his hot mouth. The tongue was tentative but so good as it dipped in his slit and ate his essence. There was no air, he was heaving, unable to break from the sight of Harry laving his cock, Harry suckling him like he was a delicacy. Harry sucking him in and then wrapping that gloved hand over the length of him. A whispered word, an open mouth and Voldemort was screaming Harry’s name as his release poured out. His eyes rolled back taking with it his last image of Harry swallowing every drop.
TBC - Please review. Only 6 chapters left. fully written, but they must be reread over and over until I am sure there is nothing left to add, and of course correct mistakes I did not see the first dozen times.
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