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Pretty parseltongue - new chapter added	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 89004 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Hey all...sorry its been awhile....life hectic Warnings...the usual...m/m sex :)

Breath stuck in his torn throat at the vision, Voldemort stood before him having discarded his heavy robes, a soft black linen shirt and dark trousers, the effect almost casual and Harry almost laughed at the absurd thoughts that appeared in his mind. The image of a casual Dark Lord sprawled out and watching muggle movies in his minds eyes, a soft laugh pulled him from his muddled imagination. Red eyes perused him with clear mirth radiating from the scarlet depths.

“Such bizarre thoughts,” he looked harder at Harry as if trying to garner some explanation, “You are an enigma to me, Harry.” The last word almost whispered and Harry’s heart leapt unexpectedly in his chest at hearing his name uttered in soft, breathy tones. Red eyes widened at the thoughts bombarding Harry, that voice uttering his name in a sex filled tone, the Dark Lord staggered back and nearly stumbled. A soft red tinge graced Voldemort’s stunned face and Harry momentarily felt a bizarre kind of victory over his dark nemesis.

Maybe I should show him exactly what goes on in my mind?

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on a memory, heart racing loudly in his ears and face flaming but determined to relish in the almost perverse enjoyment at Voldemort’s surprise.

The grounds of Hogwarts were misty and cool in the early evening, Harry slowly walked alone, feeling a strange kind of melancholy. A feeling that lately seemed to be at the forefront of Harry’s mind. A crushing feeling of being the only person in the world. Walking faster as if he could outrun what nestled deep in his heart, Harry took comfort from the solid thumping sound of his feet echoing on the ground. His heart being to thunder in his chest not at the quickening pace but the bone crushing loneliness building inside of him. A soft moan reached his ears and he froze to the spot, heart skipping and mouth suddenly dry. Harry could feel his pulse beating loudly in his ears as he strained to listen to the darkening night. The cry echoed again, soft and filled with pain, Harry immediately picked up his pace again and ran towards the direction. Harry’s body tensing as he prepared to fight the unseen foe. A noise, fainter this time emerged from the edge of the treeline and Harry slowed to approach with some type of stealth, his green eyes adjusting to the gloom.

“Please.” The plea uttered in unmistakeable male tones was breathy and low, Harry found his cock twitching at the voice. The sensation intensified at the rich throaty laugh that answered the whispered plea. Rushing still headlong into a situation that he knew in the back of his mind was not dangerous but sexual, heart pounding to the point of pain as his eyes adjusted to the moon lights eerie glow. Slowly, two figures appeared in the periphery of his vision and his heart almost stopped when he took in the sight of naked flesh, creamy white skin almost luminescent. Severus Snape stood in all his naked glory and Harry couldn’t catch his breath, his green eyes wide with fear, shock and scarily a small amount of interest. The potion master’s cock rigid and huge as it bobbed in the wind. Harry’s eyes finally broke away from the hypnotic sight of the turgid length and nearly staggered backwards as Draco Malfoy came into view, the ivory skinned teen bent over, naked from the waist down.

THWACK THWACK THWACK!

Harry flinched at the sound of the potion masters hand connecting sharply with the younger man’s buttock, tensing himself as if imagining the blows against his own smooth cheeks. Draco moaned pitifully but made no moves to escape the man’s clutches instead wiggling his pert cheeks in a strangely provocative gesture, Harry could see the smile on the stoic man’s face and he gasped at the realisation that this was completely consensual. Thrown by the implications of the game being played between the two men.

How long have they been fucking each other?

Just the unspoken word filling his head made his cock twitch with delight, heart thundering and palms suddenly sweaty. His body caught between the fight and flight response, one part desperate to run and the other perverse side determined to revel in the front row seat to the twisted show.

“More …please.” Draco’s need evident in the tone of his voice and Harry nearly swooned under the lusty desires that raced through his body.

“So eager…so wanton…such a good little cockslut.” Severus’ rich voice made Harry bite his bottom lip to hold in the need to call his own desires out.

“Yes…YES!!” Draco wiggled and moved back, Harry reached down to palm his frantic cock, the organ dripping pre-come freely against the restricting material of his trousers. Severus moved forward and without preamble buried himself inside the eager teen to the hilt in one fluid move, both men grunting out their appreciation at the sensation. Neither moved, soft whimpers the only sound in the now eerily silent forest. Harry watched as Severus softly stroked Draco’s trembling flank, the touch a gentle caress. The vision of a gentle Snape was more shocking than the scene before him, stunned as Snape brought his hand down on the smooth alabaster skin in a series of biting slaps. Draco writhed under the onslaught and Snape’s thin lips parted to allow an animalistic grunt spill into the night.

“Please…please more.” The soft breathy whisper sounded nothing like the normally haughty tones of the arrogant blond, Harry almost whimpered aloud at the need that filled Draco’s voice.

The sound of skin against skin increased in frequency and intensity, Snape’s hips snapping back and forth in a frantic rhythm. Harry palmed his twitching cock, pressing hard against the dripping head. The gathering fluid soaking through the material, the scent of his own arousal invading his nostrils and he prayed that the potion master couldn’t sense him.

“You want more….my little dragon?” Snape ran a single finger down Draco’s arched spine and the blond almost purred under the attention, “You will always be mine…. No one can make you come like I can.” He punctuated his words with deep, hard thrust and Draco screamed his pleasure into the cool night air.

Harry could no longer resist the urge and with shaking fingers he revealed his rigid cock to the chilled fresh air, the night air caressing him and Harry bit his lip to hold in the appreciative moan. A rivulet of pre-come running along the length and Harry followed the steady stream with shaking fingers. The slickness coating the digits as they wrapped around the base becoming the familiar stroke to and fro that Harry experienced in the privacy of his bed at night.

“ENOUGH!” Voldemort’s voice was high and breathless.

Harry’s eyes snapped open and he was bombarded with a myriad of thoughts and feelings. His physical presence coming back into itself, the cool air on his heated naked skin and the cuffs chafing his wrists. Gasping breaths filled the room and for a moment Harry thought it was his own need for air that reached his ears, realising that in fact it was the Dark Lord that seemed to struggling to get himself back under control. Possessed by a narcissistic need , Harry took a breath and opened his mouth, the syllables strange on his lips and his own hissing tongue echoed loudly. Voldemort stopped breathing and his eyes drifted closed at the words, Harry smiled.

“You want that…don’t you?” an involuntary twitch of Voldemort’s head his answer, feeling bolder Harry continued, “Caressing firm young flesh…feeling the skin beneath your fingers…the sharp bite of your hand against abused flesh…sinking into the tight addictive heat?” a hissed moan made Harry’s hips thrust up, his unfettered erection splashing his abdomen with pre-come. Voldemort took a step forward, his red eyes glazed as he looked down at Harry in all his naked glory. Heart threatening to burst from his chest, Harry took a breath and driven with a perverse desire he continued unafraid of the consequences.

“Mmmm feeling the thrill of a body opening up to you…your hard cock sliding deep inside.” Harry had to stop to swallow the lump that had formed in his own throat, his own body drawn tight with the unfolding development. His cock beyond hard and gathering his courage to continue, he fixed his eyes on Voldemort’s “You crave it….don’t you?....yes…feeling yourself sinking into the tight heat.” Harry let out a low whimper at his own words.

The heat in the room seemed to increase, the smell of Harry’s arousal permeated the air and Voldemort took a deep shaking breath and Harry licked his lips. Slowly, the Dark Lord stalked towards him, eyes still glazed and clearly still under the lure of the parseltongue. Clearly under the beguiling spell of Harry’s hissed words Voldemort climbed onto the table, Harry whimpered at the feeling of the soft linen fabric of the Dark Lord’s trouser brushing against his fevered skin, bucking up involuntarily and hissing a serpentine yes. A deep low moan resonating in Voldemort’s throat and his tongue slipped out to lick dry lips, Harry’s eyes fixed on the movement.

Fuck…kiss me…kiss me…kiss me!

The words spilling out into the open air and the Dark Lord took a deep breath as Harry’s innermost desire burst forth, the syllables brimming with barely contained lust. A clatter echoed in the room, Harry’s eye catching the shocking vision of Voldemort’s wand falling to the table, positioned next to Harry’s restrained hands. Harry allowed his fingertips to caress the wooden staff, feeling the power flow into his body and his skin almost crackled as the magic washed over him. Curling his fingers around the tip of the wand and whispering a spell to loosen the cuffs, not releasing himself but making it possible to pull his hands free if he desired. The spell over Voldemort seeming to break as Harry used his wand, obviously sensing a shift in his magic. Red angry eyes gazed into Harry’s wide one, suddenly at a stand-off. Both afraid to move, scarlet orbs flickering back and forth between Harrys’ face and Harry’s finger wrapped around his wand. Heart in his mouth, Harry knew that he could mutter the killing curse and end the war right at that moment. Voldemort clenched his jaw and opened his mouth to speak, jaw clicking shut as Harry spoke in a calm tone filled with a confidence he did not feel, a hint of authority. Driven by a selfish desire and knowing that he could possibly be sealing his own fate, Harry opened his mouth and spoke.

“Fuck me.”

Voldemort’s eyes widened and he appeared confused by the order, harry took his momentary bewilderment to whisper a spell to release his feet. Shocking the Dark Lord further as he wrapped his legs around him and pulled him to rest on top of his naked body. Harry moaned aloud at the feel of the heavy masculine weight now draped across his body.

“Fuck me!” Harry repeated and Voldemort gasped. Harry’s nemesis taking a second to compose himself and his voice filled with its typical malevolence, Voldemort looked into Harry’s eyes and replied.

“With pleasure Mr Potter.” Leaning down and slamming his lips to Harry’s smiling ones, bestowing a toe-curling fiery kiss.
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