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Possession	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 85531 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter XXV - The Thanks Due

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Voldemort looked down at Harry. He was so beautiful especially
now that the Dark Lord could feel the blank wall that had signified the
presence of his destined mate in his mind weakening. Harry would awaken
in the morning as he had told the girl but he could be awoken earlier.
With a casual gesture the Dark Lord sent a surge of magic towards the
door, disabling Dumbledore's charm and enforcing his own. It was subtle
but effective. Anyone would still see the closed door but they would think
nothing of it and until morning, no one who was in the castle would have
a desire to see Harry. He licked his lips as he looked back down at Harry
and then could hold back no longer.
He kissed him, tasting fully what had been denied so long to him. He
had been dreaming about Harry for weeks and the taste of him was wonderful.
After a long moment he pulled back, savouring the flavour. Harry was even
better than he remembered. Sweet but with a tang that bespoke power. He
kissed him again before drawing back to consider what he should do.
He knew despite the developing bond he could feel deep in his mind that
Harry wasn't ready for him. Not yet. Harry was advancing but still needed
to grow before he was ready to acknowledge him as his lover and while he
could force Harry the time for that had passed. Harry would never accept
him if he truly raped him and he had no desire to see those emerald eyes
clouded with tears. Anyone who dared to hurt his prize would die in the
most painful way he could devise. Harry was his and the only tears he would
shed would be those of passion, of uncontrollable desire when he was in
the Dark Lord's arms.
He could use Confu again and while it would be pleasurable it
wasn't what he wanted.
No... He didn't want to force Harry and he didn't want to trick his
prize, he wanted willing co-operation. Ah...
Harry was growing because of his 'unknown lovers' attention, getting
over the pain and fear of being raped by the memories of a better time.
He could use that. With a few murmured words he placed a silencing spell
on the room and then placed a rather interesting charm upon himself. It
altered perceptions so that all his prize would perceive would be his eyes
and that would be enough according to the little serpent still twined on
his arm.
After that he reached out with his mind, touching the weakening wall
that was Harry, coaxing him to awaken as he gently moved them both on the
bed, turning Harry to face him as they lay down. As green eyes fluttered
open he bent his head forward to once again taste the succulence that was
Harry.
Harry was confused for a moment but then Voldemort was surprised. Lithe
arms wrapped around him and strong legs rose and hooked themselves around
his hips, locking on to his body with a firm grip. Then the Dark Lord felt
himself flipped by a strong vice like grip and he found himself looking
up into burning emerald eyes. He had one startled moment to comprehend
the passion blazing in those depths before Harry dove forward, locking
his mouth on to the Dark Lords as small hips plunged against him.
After a moment Harry pulled back, rocking back on the bed so that he
sat on the Dark Lord's hips, looking down into crimson eyes with hooded
emerald orbs. He smiled down at his lover, licking his lips sensually.
"I wanted to see you," Harry murmured as his hands roamed over Voldemort's
chest. Small fingers picked at the silken ties that held his shirt closed.
"Harry..." Voldemort gasped before he was silenced by a small finger
pressed to his lips. The Dark Lord kissed it gently, nodding his understanding
as he allowed his own hands to reach under Harry's pyjamas. Speech was
not necessary for them.
But desire was making Harry almost inhumanly fast and soon the boy's
fingers were caressing white skin, small nails rubbing against the Dark
Lord's nipples. The unexpected and skilful attention made Voldemort gasp,
throwing back his head and exposing his throat. Harry swooped muzzling
the white skin and nipping gently so that he could feel the rasping of
Harry's tongue, teasing him.
Heprah had trained Harry and it was training Voldemort would have Harry
reject utterly but skills could not so easily be forgotten and his body
remembered. And from what the Dark Lord could feel Harry seemed to have
accepted his body's knowledge and his greatest desire was to pleasure his
lover in thanks for the pleasure that had been given previously.
The Dark Lord moaned as Harry continued to muzzle his throat and small
hands moved downwards, pushing away his silken shirt and robes, drawing
circles over every inch of skin, always moving down. As Voldemort realised
he was losing control he tried to flip Harry but found his efforts stopped
by the lithe bulk above him. For a moment, green eyes looked up at him,
and Harry shook his head, murmuring the word "No" before he went back to
teasing and licking the white skin beneath him.
Voldemort fought the cry that escaped his throat as Harry's small hands
caressed his erection through his pants. The boy was so skilled and the
Dark Lord could feel the devilish delight Harry was taking in driving his
excitement higher. He gritted his teeth, fighting not to thrust himself
into those hands but Harry seemed to have anticipated that and with a delft
movement, he had drawn the silken fabric down, exposing his cock to the
warm air. Both hands attacked his exposed flesh, one tracing up and down
his length and the other massaging his balls. It was exquisite and he could
feel himself loosening at the thought of Harry entering him. It only made
his excitement sweeter.
Voldemort growled and moved his hands to Harry, running them over the
small chest in an effort to take control again but Harry looked up at him
once more, his eyes showing slight confusion. "No," he murmured again.
"I want to thank you." Harry smiled and it was with a sly note he added
the words: "Let me show you what it means to be loved."
The Dark Lord froze and that instant of indecision was enough for Harry.
He reapplied himself to the Voldemort's body with a vengeance and after
a moment the older man relaxed fully. This is what he wanted from Harry
and next time it would be his turn to gratify his treasure. With that final
coherent thought he gave himself over to the pleasure Harry was giving
him, not even noticing the faint glow of power that surrounded him and
the answering glow from Harry. Their two auras merged, two distinct colours
that twined around each other.
Harry pulled off his shirt and shimmied his pants down before lying
next to his lover again, wrapping himself around the white body and forcing
their genitals to rub together as he kissed his paramour, extending his
tongue, tasting everything he could. He made sure to press his nipples
against his chest and loved the feeling of his partners hard nipples brushing
against his own skin. He still didn't know who this person was but when
he had awoken to see concerned red eyes looking at him so tenderly he knew
what he had to do. He'd acted before he'd really thought and he knew the
other was surprised but they had acquiesced now and were enjoying what
he had to offer. It was different from last time. And it was different
from every other time before it. This was how it was meant to be. He was
caressing them with every ounce of skill he possessed and he could feel
the body beneath him responding and he could feel himself responding. Long
white fingers were returning his caresses but Harry knew even if the being
he was with wasn't touching him back, as long as they were enjoying what
he was doing, he would still get excitement from this. Just being with
them, seeing their burning crimson eyes was enough.
With a firm motion, Harry drove his hips down, once, twice and then
paused, waiting for a response. He felt it more than saw it, the responding
thrust upwards into his stomach. The firm pressure of the erection told
him that his lover was ready. With a careful movement Harry pulled back
and shifted slightly so that their engorged cocks rubbed their lengths
against each other. He made a circle, running his dick around his partners,
tracing an orbit around theirs and was rewarded with a moan of sheer pleasure.
It was perfect. He placed one more light kiss on their lips, looking into
the beautiful red eyes before he moved downward quickly, unable to wait
any longer.
He licked roughly, moving from the base to the tip, tasting the delicious
seepage and collecting it all before he swallowed the head, swirling his
tongue around rapidly. A strangled groan greeted his ministrations and
with that echoing in his ears he plunged downwards.
Harry felt the head hit the back of his throat and he shook his head
a little. Deeper, he had to get it deeper to return the incredible sense
of pleasure he had felt. There was a trick to it. He frowned as he pulled
himself back up, sucking hard and running his tongue all over the underside
before swirling it around the head, dipping the tip of his tongue into
the small depression, lapping at the sweet fluid still leaking out. Ah...
That was it.
In the hazy memories of his own intoxication he could vaguely remember
his red-eyed lover shifting himself to accommodate him. With a grin around
the cock in his mouth he plunged back down, arching his back. He felt himself
swallowing the cock fully and found his chin resting on the soft velvet
like skin of his partners balls. Harry sighed happily, breathing in the
thick musk as he noted absently that his partner was absolutely hairless
anywhere except for the thick black locks crowning his head.
Harry was surprised and pleased at the delighted shiver that passed
through the body beneath him as he moved up and down. He was doing it right
and he pulled back slightly, making sure his lips were pressed firmly around
the flesh and that he was sucking and licking as hard as he could. He felt
his own excitement rise in response. He plunged back down as long fingered
white hands ran through his hair, guiding his pace without hindering his
movements.
Voldemort gasped as Harry swallowed him fully. With each movement he
struggled not to cry out resulting in him making several half articulated
cries of pleasure that made him feel as if he was a virgin again. Even
with his beloved he should be more controlled but Harry was driving every
thought from him and the only thing he could think of was the warmth that
was Harry's mouth. It was amazing. Harry seemed to know exactly what was
going to drive him further and every movement the boy made drove him higher.
It was as if he was being pulled tighter and tighter and when he snapped
there would be nothing but ecstasy.
He looked down at Harry through hooded eyes, gritting his teeth against
the inhuman sensations his mate was giving him. Every move he made to turn
Harry around so that he could give back the pleasure was being gently resisted
so finally he ran his hands through Harry's thick hair as he pressed his
legs against Harry's erection, doing what he could for his prize. The boy
was still underweight but he was far stronger than he should be and as
the Dark Lord lost conscious control over his Mage sight there was an explosion
of colour and his treasure became one brilliant beacon of energy. A beacon
that outshone everything but was necessary to control the Dark.
"Harry..." He gasped** as he tried to hold himself back but it was no
use and with another strangled cry he felt his cock twitch before he snapped,
the tight pleasure exploding into a glorious nothingness that was everything.
Harry heard him and with one sensual movement looked up as he pulled
back, letting the Dark Lord see how much he was enjoying licking his cock.
As the Dark Lord came Harry pulled back fully so that his lover could see
himself shooting into the waiting his mouth. The thick white fluid hit
the roof of his mouth and Harry moved his tongue to taste it, feeling the
next spurt hit the underside of his tongue and bounce back slightly to
trail down his chin. He lapped furiously swallowing as more sperm shot
from his lover, coating his mouth and splattering over his face.
As the jets of cum stilled, Harry closed his eyes and licked slowly
at the cock, lapping up the cum that had fallen back to it's point of origin.
He felt one globule and swirled his tongue over it, picking it up and stretching
out between them before it snapped. As he opened his eyes he licked his
lips, and felt himself dragged upwards and found himself looking into slitted
red eyes that were only now fighting for rationality.
As the nothingness faded into Harry, Voldemort pulled his lover upwards
and licked at his face, tasting his own essence before he finally managed
to turn his beloved, twisting so that they lay facing each other before
he lent forward and kissed him. As Harry met his exploring, he tasted himself
again mixed with the smooth tang that was his beloved.
He squeezed at Harry's bullocks as small hands held him close and caressed
his back as Harry thrust his own erection at him, fully pushing through
to thrust in the V formed by his legs. The Dark Lord was about to move
to spread his legs to give Harry full access to his body so that his beloved
could enter him but he found himself pinned by Harry's knees. The unexpected
grip held his legs together and his prize thrust into the opening, using
the friction of his skin to drive himself to completion. After a moment
Harry gasped and Voldemort felt him cum, Harry's essence spilling down
his thighs.
"You are so beautiful," Voldemort whispered as Harry rolled to snuggle
next to him, resting his head on his chest. The Dark Lord ran his hands
over Harry's skin, tracing out archaic patterns with his fingertips.
"You rescued me," Harry responded, turning slightly to look into his
crimson eyes.
Voldemort shook his head. "I did nothing more than what anyone with
true power would. And I got you as my prize." He leaned down and kissed
the crown of Harry's head.
"Prize?" Harry frowned.
The Dark Lord laughed at the pure innocence that was in his beloved's
tone but he sobered quickly. "You are mine and I will not let them hurt
you again," he said fiercely.
Harry nodded briefly before he yawned. Despite the sleep he had been
in, that had not been one of rest. It had been a sleep of transition but
he couldn't tell yet what had changed.
"Sleep." The word was whispered and Harry felt his eye lids grow heavy
as he complied. He was safe here. He knew that. There were warm arms wrapped
around him, strong hands caressing him and a magical aura surrounding him
that would obliterate anyone who meant him harm. His red-eyed beloved had
kept his promise and would watch over him as he slept. With a small yawn
Harry snuggled closer, enjoying the after glow that was filling him as
he fitted himself to the curves of his beloved descending into sleep again.
Voldemort watched as Harry fell to his suggestion. He had only needed
the merest hint of power for the boy to succumb and as he shifted the sleeping
form gently he placed tender kisses on his skin. Eventually he slipped
off the small bed and stretched, feeling his muscles protest against the
motion.
::Did you have fun?::
The Dark Lord spun at the question, his whole aura flaring with power
as he sought the speaker and all traces of fatigue and pleasure faded from
his form as his eyes flashed. After a moment he relaxed but hissed softly
as he realised the incredibly pleasurable lethargy Harry had left him with
had vanished. "Yes, I did," he snapped the response back to the shadow
that had materialised in the corner. "Do you want to make yourself useful
and tell me who hurt him?" He questioned.
::No.::
The insolence..! The Dark Lord felt his magic gathering to strike but
then Harry shifted and he felt his power fade. "What do you want?" He asked.
The shadows didn't serve him but in time he would command them.
::From you? Nothing. I am merely the first manifestation of the Master's
power.::
Crimson eyes narrowed. "He is advancing?"
::Protected by us he has no choice but to advance. He will be ready
when the time comes.::
"So why did you let them hurt him?"
::From pain is born power, as well you know."
Voldemort stroked Harry's hair gently. "I know," his voice was quiet.
"Will you protect him from now?"
::Only he can protect himself.::
The Dark Lord nodded as he pulled out his wand, stroking long fingers
over its supple length. He could see in Harry's aura the Sword of Gryffindor
and he nodded to himself. Dumbledore was doing what he could so it was
time he gave his mate similar protection. With a flourish he laid the thirteen
inches of yew that had served him so well over the years beside Harry,
watching as Harry's aura flared and the wand vanished. Fire seemed to blaze
over Harry and he felt its power pull at his soul.
"I will not let them hurt you," he reaffirmed his promise as he glanced
back to the shadow. But it was gone.
::I am still here.:: The whisper was almost below even Voldemort's sharp
hearing. ::He unconsciously wishes to protect his red-eyed lover from the
Dark Lord so I will be here for a while.::
The Dark Lord blinked before he understood Harry's thoughts and a soft
smile crossed his features as he looked down at the sleeping boy. He was
progressing but he had a long way to go.
He closed his crimson eyes for a moment focusing on the bond he had
with Harry. It was stronger now... The power of their combined blood was
breaking through the protective wall Harry had put around himself and the
Dark Lord suppressed a shiver at the strength of the bond that was forming.
This wasn't any normal bond... This was deeper than anything he had ever
known. When it was complete they would be bound together and there would
be no separation. It went beyond even the most permanent Binding Spell
he knew of. He and Harry would be one being - mind, thoughts, souls and
power. Some bindings tied souls, some minds and some thoughts but
none could tie all three and none could unit two beings powers.
Voldemort laughed. "Harry..." He breathed the word. "What magic have
you wrought?"
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