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Voldemort Goes Back To School	By : KisaraP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 38062 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Voldemort Goes Back To School

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3:

And the Results Are…

They remained as they were in the afterglow of their release. Harry’s head rested on Voldemort’s shoulder while still straddling him. Harry’s arms remained wrapped around Voldemort as Harry regained his breath. Voldemort had his hands resting on Harry's hips more lightly than before, with his forehead bent forward against Harry's chest.

Both were left to dwell on their own thoughts as their higher thought processes returned. Harry couldn't believe that just earlier today he had still been in denial and had refused to admit that he was attracted to men at all. Now, after having achieved such an incredible first mutual release, he still wasn't entirely sure about all men, but he knew for certain that he was undoubtedly and extremely attracted to Evan. There was just some kind of electric connection between them.

As Voldemort's consciousness began to make its full reappearance, his breath became more frantic even though their activities had ceased. He felt an icy coldness seeping into his limbs at the realization of what had just occurred. He thought he was going into shock; not the strictly emotional kind, but the kind that actually required a Healer because without one, death would likely result.

There was no possible way the Dark Lord could deny that what just happened with Harry was the most pleasurable experience he ever had so far…even better than crucio-ing his Death Eaters who had failed him, better than going on raids and Avada Kedavra-ing muggles, blood traitors, and half-bloods, better than the thought of ridding the wizarding world of its impurities, and miles better than any time he had engaged in actual sexual intercourse.

This truth scared the Dark Lord, because if that was the best thing he had ever experienced, it was unlikely he would ever want to part with it, which meant that he wouldn't be able to kill Harry… Ever.

This was a completely unacceptable outcome to Voldemort, because if he couldn't kill the boy, Harry would remain the main obstacle in the pursuit of achieving his goals. Furthermore, under the prophecy, Harry would still have the power to kill him as long as the boy was alive.

Another concern that crossed the Dark Lord's mind was: since aside from Harry, all his prior sexual experiences had been with women, and those completely paled in comparison, did that mean he had always been attracted to men and hadn't realized it? Or was it just the connection he had with Harry? Or was there something about his resurrected body that was significantly different from his old one? Or a combination thereof? He honestly didn't know, but he knew he'd have to try and discover the answer.

It was Harry who finished his own private thoughts first. "Evan?" he questioned softly, his head still resting against the Slytherin’s shoulder.

A moment later, Voldemort finally found it within himself to answer, given his tumultuous thoughts. "Hmm?" He responded, merely to show he was conscious.

Harry pulled away slightly from Evan and sat up a bit so that he could look him in the face. "Thank you…for, uh, showing me that, er, that I uh, like, umm, you… a, uh, boy… yeah," Harry finished with a flushed face and a bright smile.

Voldemort didn't respond for a moment as he put Harry's statement together coherently. Harry likes me?! He thought incredulously for a moment, before realizing that well, technically Harry liked 'Evan', who was really him (Lord Voldemort), who was just pretending to be a student, for the sole purposes of obtaining secret information about the Order and then killing Harry. Oh yes, and we see how well that plan went.

Still contemplating their current situation, another thought occurred to Voldemort. What would he do if he found out that I'm actually Lord Voldemort? … Wait, forget what he'll do if he finds out that I'm me, what will I do now that I know that I'm attracted to Harry Potter and that we did…well…that!?

Putting his spinning thoughts on hold, Voldemort belatedly realized that Harry was probably waiting for a response. "Umm, you're welcome?" the Dark Lord replied, hoping this was a satisfactory answer for such a situation, since he was never good with 'feelings'.

Harry stared at Evan in disbelief. Trust a Slytherin to answer a confession with a question or anything else other than a real answer, Harry thought to himself with a sigh. Refusing to be discouraged, he plowed right on, the Gryffindor way.

"Sooo…Do you like me back?" Harry deadpanned.

The Gryffindor witnessed Evan’s eyes grow wide, his mouth opening and closing comically for a moment or two, before answering. "…Maybe…"

The Dark Lord was beside himself. How could Harry ask a question like that?! As if he would give him the real answer! As if he even knew what the real answer was. Although, because he could no longer say that he absolutely hated everything about Harry, Voldemort thought that he could at least safely say 'Maybe'.

Harry smiled at the Slytherin’s response. "Well maybe I can convince you next time, that you like me more than 'maybe'," he replied smartly as he slowly leaned forward, stopping just a fingers-width away from the other boy’s lips. He then slipped his tongue out, tracing it along Evan’s bottom lip.

Voldemort inhaled deeply as he felt Harry's slowly teasing tongue.

This was the sound Harry was waiting for as he leaned in closer and took Evan's bottom lip into his mouth and sucked gently.

"Uunnnhh," the Dark Lord let slip accidentally as he began to lose himself again under Harry's surprisingly talented tongue and teeth.

Pleased that he was getting some more honest responses out of Evan, Harry fixed his mouth more firmly over Evan's, and slowly pressed his tongue into the Slytherin’s mouth.

When Voldemort felt Harry's tongue enter his mouth and found his tongue, brushing against it, he felt a shiver pass through him before he responded in turn and brushed back against Harry's questing tongue.

Since Harry was still sitting partially on top of Evan and had his arms still wrapped around his shoulders, he clearly felt Evan shiver. His eyes flashed mischievously as he decided to wring some more honest responses from Evan's body. It was then that Harry began to move his tongue in and out of Evan’s hot mouth, stroking the boy’s tongue on each pass. He purposely did this because he knew it simulated sex, but with one's mouth, and had a high probability of success in turning-on the person it was used on. He had heard about it previously from Seamus, one of the more sexually experienced blokes in his dorm.

"Uuunnngg," was the sound Harry's stunt pulled from Evan's mouth, as the Gryffindor felt the other boy shift slightly below him.

Harry continued flicking his tongue in and out of Evan's mouth, feeling him shift again below him and moan into his mouth again. Smiling as he figured out what Evan's likely 'problem' was, Harry then lowered himself down so his hips were pressed down and into Evan's hips and rolled his hips forward.

"Ahhhnnn! H-Harry!" Voldemort gasped out as he wrenched his mouth from Harry's. He was shocked by his own outburst and shocked that Harry's actions were once again making him hard.

Laughing softly now that his lips had been separated from Evan's for a moment, Harry responded, "See, you…like…me…" as he rolled his hips forward into Evan's on each word.

The Dark Lord tightened his grasp on Harry's hips where his hands had remained previously, and inevitably thrust up while bringing the other boy down more forcefully against himself.

"You…also…like…the…things…that…I…do…to…your…body…" Harry continued as he rolled his hips into Evan's with increasing pressure and speed at each word.

Voldemort heard himself beginning to pant as he became fully erect against Harry and the need for release began to build quickly, especially because he felt Harry's fully hardened length against his own, with their previous releases making their cocks more slick. He was about to attempt to form an answer, but before he could, Harry's mouth was back on his, tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth at the same pace of his unrelenting hips. It was too much. Voldemort's fingers dug into Harry's sides again as he forced his hips down against him at an increasingly erratic pace. Even more arousing was the pace of Harry's tongue as it matched the pace Voldemort had set for their hips.

It was unbelievable, the sensations of Harry's tongue thrusting into his mouth and their cocks thrusting against each other. Then, the conscious thought of what position their bodies were in struck him. As Harry was straddling him, if they had been without clothes, he could have been sliding between the warm cleft between Harry's thighs. Voldemort moaned at this thought and thrust even more erratically against Harry.

It was at that moment that Voldemort also recalled exactly how two men were said to have sex: one would thrust into the other's entrance after first slickening it and stretching it with a spell or lubrication applied by hand. The Dark Lord groaned and thrust upwards even harder as he thought about one day thrusting deep into the writhing and beautiful body of his supposed enemy who was rolling his hips down into him. Or… what if one day Harry's beautiful, undulating body were to be thrusting hard and rhythmically into him pulling moans and gasps unbidden from him, similar to now.

"H-Harry, ohhh… H-Harry," He gasped as he began thrusting erratically as he felt his climax quickly approaching.

"Ev-Evan, tsss… s'good…. c-come… come for me," Harry whispered hotly into his ear.

"Unnnhhh…nnnhhh…… H-Harry!" Voldemort shouted, seizing up as his release hit a second time, spurting pearly liquid into his trousers.

The sheer knowledge and feeling of Evan freezing in climax before thrusting forward violently several more times as he rode it out, began pushing Harry over the edge also as his hips were grasped bruisingly and rammed down against Evan's frantically thrusting hips.

"Haahh, uhhh….Evan!" Harry moaned as his climax consumed him. He met Evan's thrusts several more times as they both rode out their climaxes.

They slumped against each other, supporting themselves. This was good, because otherwise they both probably would have fallen over from exhaustion since neither one was used to engaging in these sorts of 'activities', especially not twice in a row.

Getting his breath back, Harry blushed as he recalled the things he had said to Evan and the things he had just done to him, and so suddenly too…well, Evan had been the one who started it.

Harry then realized that he wasn't sure how long they had been…in the room together. He didn't want his friends to worry, especially considering Hermione's warning earlier, and he further realized that it was probably close to lunch by now.

Lethargically pulling out his wand, Harry cast a time checking spell, "Tempus" he said. Misty wisps seeming to be made of light, poured from his wand and fashioned itself into a watch-like face with clock-hands, showing Harry that the time was presently 12:30pm!

"Evan! We've missed the first part of lunch!" Harry exclaimed suddenly as he rolled off of Evan.

It took Voldemort a moment longer to process what Harry had just said…since he was still trying to figure out what in Merlin's name had just happened between them, not once but twice. "…Lunch?" the Dark Lord repeated the only part of Harry's statement he managed to catch.

"Yes, lunch! We'd better get going or else we're going to miss it and not be able to eat until dinner!" Harry paused as he thought, "Well, unless I take you directly down to the kitchens myself…but if both of us aren't at lunch, people might start talking…I think a few people in our classes have noticed us looking at each other," Harry said, feeling his face flush as he looked away.

Not interested in lunch in the least, especially because anything he might try to eat would probably just sit in his stomach like a fire breathing Hungarian Horntail, Voldemort simply ignored Harry's insistence that they go to lunch.

Instead, what concerned him was Harry's claim that other people might know about them. He wasn't sure if other people knowing about what they were doing was a good thing or bad thing. Certainly it made him feel uncomfortable and…hot and…arous--….he quickly cut of those thoughts before they could get him into trouble a second time. If anything, it might provide a way for getting close to Harry. But at the same time, he was terrified that his identity would be discovered and then news of what he had been doing with Harry would get back to his Death Eaters… making them lose all respect for him.

Although, now that he really thought about it, it could go the other way and enhance his reputation as The-Dark-Lord-Who-Seduced-The-Boy-Who-Lived-Turning-Said-Boy-Into-A-Writhing-And-Moaning-Mess. Smirking slightly at this last thought, he heard Harry speak again.

"We have to get out of here or else they might come looking for us!" Harry insisted upon seeing Evan just sitting there. "We should, er, probably go back to our own dorms, to er…shower first, before we go to the Great Hall."

Refocusing on what Harry was saying, Voldemort nodded in a gesture to indicate to Harry that he agreed with this idea, when secretly he thought no such thing. He didn't intend to follow through on his entire part of it. He planned to go back to the Slytherin dorms and stay there…there was only so much of the Boy-Who-Lived he could handle in a day and he had hit his quota. He didn't feel much like eating either. He decided to just make Draco get him something from the 'kitchens' later.

In preparation of leaving so as to not be showing off the entire evidence of their activities, they both cast Scourgify charms on themselves while avoiding each other's gaze. Both then made their way to the door, but paused awkwardly as they decided who would walk out first.

"Er, you first?" Harry offered to Evan as a question, gesturing with his hands to the door.

Although inwardly pleased as to be offered to go first, Voldemort wondered if he should instead be upset that he was being treated similarly to 'a girl'. Dismissing his concerns, he opened the door and stepped through the threshold, leaving the glaring red couch and reminder of their recent 'activities' behind.

"…Thanks…" he replied somewhat softly and formally, trying to remember to stay in Harry Potter's good graces. As he said this, the Dark Lord still pondered exactly how this had all happened and whether it was actually a good thing or not. Sure it had felt incredible, but that didn't mean it was a good thing in regards to all the rest of the things he had valued during his existence so far.

"Yeah," Harry replied, bringing one hand to the back of his neck and rubbing awkwardly. "So I'll see you later?"

Technically he would see him later in Potions class the next day, since he intended to avoid Harry for the rest of the day, but Voldemort didn't correct Harry's assumption that they would see each other in the Great Hall for lunch. "Yes, of course," he replied craftily before he turned and set off at a brisk pace down the corridor in the direction of the Slytherin Dorms.

Harry smiled at Evan's retreating back… it certainly gave him a few more seconds to stare at Evan's…assets. Chuckling at his somewhat lame joke, Harry turned in the opposite direction and headed off towards the Gryffindor Dorms.

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A Talk…or Something: Slyth's POV:

Voldemort made it back to the Slytherin dorms, again without meeting anyone…how convenient. He planned to fall into bed… in a most un-Dark-Lord-like-manner, and sleep off everything he was feeling regarding Harry. Feeling too many emotions was bad for a Dark Lord – thus his feeling it necessary to put them all to sleep.

When he got to the 6^th year dorm room however, his plans came to a complete halt, for an excellent reason.

"Oh, you're back! How'd it go? What's the news? Is he still alive? Well, I suppose you wouldn't be here if he was still alive… at least I don't think so— "

"Crucio!" Voldemort growled, before he even realized he had whipped his wand out… literally.

Draco fell to the floor in agony. It hurt worse than anything he ever had felt, a trillion times worse than that damned Hippogriff who had gashed his arm open. In whatever functioning part of his mind that was awake under the sheer agony of the curse, Draco figured that something with their plan must have gone really bad for Evan to be using an Unforgivable Curse on him. Unable to silence his cries of agony, Draco prayed to anyone who would listen that Evan would lift the Curse.

Working his frustration out on Draco… literally again… made the Dark Lord instantly feel better. Now this was familiar territory, he knew how to inflict pain and incite fear like no one else did! And it felt like coming home after being away on a very looonnggg and overly complicated vacation. It had been two days since he had inflicted the Cruciatus Curse on anyone! He had felt like a Muggle drug addict in withdrawal!

But no, he wasn't like a Muggle… he was the powerful, invincible, feared, and respected Lord Voldemort who was currently enjoying the screams of his victim, albeit a victim who had tried to help him… even though it was unlikely that Draco would have ever foreseen 'Evan's' reactions to Harry's…advances.

Sighing at that realization, and recalling that he had decided to sleep all of it off…and try and make sure it didn't follow him into his dreams… more like nightmares…which Dark Lords would always deny they had, Voldemort lifted the curse.

Pausing for a moment, Voldemort was relieved that no one seemed to be coming into the dorm room. He had been worried that Dumbledore had an enchantment placed on the entire castle to alert him or the professors of when an Unforgiveable was used within Hogwarts. Apparently his worries had been for naught. He had heard of the story of the Fake-Mad-Eye-Moody who had used the Unforgivable Curses at Hogwarts and apparently not gotten caught and not set off any alarm spells, and was pleased to know the same careless running of this school was in place. It would be really irritating if he got caught just because he took his temper out on one of his Death Eaters…who didn't know he was his Master.

Draco lay there, in disbelief and retreating agony for several minutes. Although he felt he could probably infer that their plan regarding Harry Potter had something to do with Evan’s use of the curse, he immediately began to become both enraged at Evan's behavior and fearful of him as well. He was an Unmarked Death Eater who had just casually used an Unforgiveable, and who had been assigned the sacred task of killing Harry Potter. There was no telling what someone like that could do to him if they really wanted.

Although Draco was still simmering with anger, he thought it best to remain silent. Draco stood up carefully, trying to get his limbs to work the way he wanted them to, since they had been jerked around so harshly under the curse.

Voldemort walked over to his bed, and as he had previously intended, flopped back down on it. He then toed-off his shoes, though not closing his eyes as of yet… because how immensely incompetent would he be if he left someone he had just cursed with an Unforgivable stay in the room with him as he slept. No, he would have to cast a couple of shield and warning spells before he let himself fall asleep.

However, upon a second reflection, he figured he probably shouldn't have cursed Draco, especially since he was the only one here who knew he was on the Dark Lord's side with an agenda of getting rid of Harry Potter…or sort of. Trying to find something to say to…gloss over the situation, since Dark Lords never apologize, Voldemort said the first thing that came to mind, "The plan failed, Draco."

Draco was quiet a few moments more, almost afraid to speak, but then afraid not to comment in case Evan was expecting an answer. "O-oohhh, um sorry, uh, I, well… What went wrong with, uh, it?"

At that, Draco witnessed Evan begin to laugh hysterically, leaving Draco unsure of what to do or say. In the end, he just waited for the other boy to finish.

After finally calming down, Voldemort wondered what in Slytherin's name he could say to that, or whether he should even answer at all.

In the drawn-out silence that followed, Draco tried again to get an answer, hoping to understand what had happened, just so he wouldn't get cursed again. "So… did he not want to move that fast… or did he? Or um, could he not, uh, get it up?" Draco asked seriously.

"Wh-What?!" Voldemort burst out, shocked by the last of Draco's questions. "No! He, uh, was able to perform… uh, probably above, uh average," he said hesitantly, wanting to tell Draco the gist of the problem, but not all of it! And certainly not enough to get Draco interested in Harry! What?! Now where did that thought come from? Harry's not Mine… well at least not Mine to fuck…was he?

Shocked by Evan's revelation, Draco felt more nervous than before, because he really didn't know what to expect. The blond didn't want to push too far to find out what happened and risk making Evan even more enraged than he clearly was, even though he gave off an air of being relaxed on his bed.

"…So…what, um, happened…exactly…?" Draco asked timidly.

Voldemort felt his face flush and inhaled sharply as he thought about the answer to Draco's question. Unbelievingly, he also felt himself begin to harden at the mere thought of what he and Harry had done just minutes ago. He shifted slightly to try and ease the pressure that was building up. However, this seemed to only increase his discomfort as the friction against his trousers enhanced his growing erection, not ease it.

Since Draco was carefully watching Evan while awaiting his answer so as to avoid being cursed again, the blond immediately noticed Evan's obvious reaction to his question. Draco gulped as he took in the other's flushed face and parted lips. Trailing his eyes lower, he saw a clear bulge beginning to form inside of Evan's trousers. Even after having been just cursed by this same boy, Draco was having difficulty controlling his own reactions to this boy's reactions to Harry Potter, presumably. Trying to bury this somewhat reoccurring fact regarding his reactions to Evan, the blond attempted to drag his attention back to the real conversation at hand. "So… he was… that good, huh?" Draco sought confirmation, that this was indeed the cause of Evan's evident arousal.

"Uuhhh," was what unintentionally slipped from Voldemort's parted lips when he listened to Draco's voice saying how 'good' Harry was. Embarrassed and increasingly concerned at how sensitive his body was becoming to all things regarding Harry Potter, the Dark Lord turned on his side away from Draco. He hoped that his back would provide a shield as to what was happening to the front of him.

Upon hearing Evan's response, Draco felt all the blood in his body rush south to his cock, which began to harden at an alarming rate… considering he still believed he was 'straight'… or had been 'straight' until Evan showed up. "I, uh… ok, I'll just, uh, get r-ready and wash up for lunch now, right? … Need to keep up my strength for, um, the rest of the day, and um, then later, uh, ha-have dinner, and, um, … go t-to, um… b-bed…" Draco stuttered on the last word as he continued to stare transfixed at Evan's twisted form on his bed.

Still, Draco made no move to head to the bathroom. He could both hear and see how heavily Evan was breathing, all from one little mention of Potter! Either Potter was just that skilled, or Evan was just that sensitive… or both! He groaned at the implication of the former, because now he (Draco) and Definitely-Not-A-Saint-Now-Potter would be competing against each other for yet one more thing! But… on the other hand, if Evan was really this sensitive to Potter, such that even mentioning sexual activity with Potter could provoke this reaction in Evan, then it could prove to be incredibly fun for Draco…especially now since he owed Evan one for daring to curse him!

Smirking to himself as his own plan began to form in his head, Draco silently prayed again to anyone who would listen, that when he did what he was about to do, that Evan would be permanently too 'lost' to even think about cursing him again.

Steeling himself, and mind you, it was only for payback for Evan's curse… not because he would actually want to do this for any other reason, Draco approached the bed slowly where Evan's back faced him.

Draco paused before pulling out his wand and turning to the door, casting a silent and slightly more complex Locking Charm on it and a Warning Charm which would go off if someone on the outside was trying to break through it. Once done, he took a deep breath and put one knee on Evan's bed, and then lifted the other.

Voldemort immediately felt the movement on the bed and knew that Draco had gotten on. He was having difficulty clearing his head of the heat that had settled there and not let up ever since Draco had spoken of Harry. The Dark Lord knew he should probably draw his wand, but he found that the mere prospect of pulling it out, was too great a task for his clouded mind and burning body.

What Voldemort did realize though, was that there was something clearly wrong with him. He had suspected it slightly before, but now it was glaringly obvious. The question was, was whether the problem stemmed from the first child-like body he created, the resurrected body he got back in the graveyard, the body created by the potion he had been working on secretly, or the combination between any of them. This greatly upset him, because he had just gotten his new body back, and he didn't want it dying or malfunctioning or anything! Although on a happier note, if the fault was with his resurrected body, he would get to curse Wormtail into the ground for his failure, yet again! No…wait, he could curse him either way!

He felt his breathing become increasingly shallow and labored as he felt Draco lay down beside him, pressing himself flush against his back.

Thrilled that Evan hadn't cursed him, just like he had hoped, Draco leaned up to Evan's ear and whispered, "So, Harry Potter and his cock are good in bed?"

"Nnnnhh!" Voldemort whimpered as he felt Draco's hot breath on his ear and neck. Involuntarily, he arched deeply and then relaxed, only to feel Draco's body and cock pressed up behind him. "D-Draco?" He questioned uncertainly. He was confused because he had thought the boy was 'straight', but unless that was Draco's wand…his literal one at least…

"Hmmmff," Draco gasped, as he couldn't suppress how incredible it felt to be pressed against Evan like this, especially with him so responsive. Draco wondered if this is what Potter had felt when they did whatever it was they had done. Suddenly he wanted to know, and not only know, but ever the competitive one, he wanted to do more to Evan and do it better than Golden Boy Potter.

Struck with this newfound inspiration, Draco lifted his arm and wrapped it around Evan's hips and slipped his hand lower until he felt his hand brush against the other boy's hard length.

"Aaaahhhmm!" The Dark Lord moaned as he thrust his hips forward into Draco's hand. He heard Draco moan as he thrust back against him before the blond wrapped his hand firmly around his cock through his robes as best he could and began stroking firmly up and down its length.

"D-Draco…wh-what?!..." Voldemort voiced through his gasps and other small sounds of pleasure he was making as Draco's hand continued to pleasure him.

"Haah, I th-thought that'd be… obvious," Draco replied breathlessly as he gave a small squeeze to the shaft in his grasp.

It was then that Voldemort stopped caring why or what Draco was trying to do… not that at least part of that wasn't obvious…regardless, as he had been feeling the primal need to thrust into the warmth that surrounded him and which still managed to penetrate his robes, he fully let go and began thrusting rhythmically into Draco's hand.

As Evan began to move and inevitably began pressing back against Draco's now dripping length, Draco finally gave up all his insistences of his 'straight' status and began thrusting along with Evan, right along the deep, warm crevasse between his thighs.

"Did…did Harry…aha… do…th-this, to…y-you?" Draco got out in pants.

It took several moments for Voldemort to comprehend the other’s question through the shocks of pleasure he was feeling, "N-Not…like, th-this."

Pleased to hear that, but still unsure of what exactly Potter had done to him, Draco asked further, "D-Did, Harry…t-touch you… directly?...L-Like, uhhff… skin-to…skinnn?" he managed to gasp out.

At that, Voldemort moaned and fully rolled his hips forward into Draco's hand and back against Draco's cock, which he felt thrusting between his legs. He repeated this full rolling motion several times before moaning out his response in the negative.

Spurred on by Evan's response, Draco let go of Evan's cock, which had made the fabric damp all the way through his robes, and ripped open the boy's robe, causing the buttons to rip loose of the fabric and fall onto the bed beneath them. Then reaching down, Draco undid the single button that held the brunette’s trousers together, yanked down the zipper, and slipped his hand immediately into Evan's boxers. Draco moaned as he felt how hard and slick Evan's cock was. He had only ever touched his own, so feeling the cock of another boy's and knowing that he was…mostly… the cause of his present state, was intoxicating. Draco didn't even bother with his own trousers, because he could feel his release rapidly approach.

"Ohhh! Ggggdddss!" The Dark Lord keened at the feeling of Draco's hand directly upon him. As a Dark Lord, he was the dominant one out on the battlefield, especially amongst all his followers and even amongst his enemies. But there was something unimaginably arousing about Draco's clear display of dominance when he had wrecked his robe by ripping the buttons clear off, too impatient to get at his cock to wait and undo them carefully. "Uuunnnhh, D-Draco, uhhh…I…I'm…"

Certain of what Evan was trying to tell him, Draco grasped his cock more firmly and began fisting his cock with increasing speed as he also thrust against him at the same rhythm. With the head and length of his cock continuously sliding between Evan's thighs, Draco imagined that eventually he would be able to know what doing that felt like skin against skin, and maybe even beyond…into Evan's body as he had heard was how two blokes engage in sex.

Groaning at this thought, Draco's hips began thrusting erratically between Evan's thighs as his hand picked up the same pace. "E-Evannn… n-need…to…"

"Nnnhhuu, uunnhh…Drac—…uhhhnn!" Voldemort groaned as Draco drove him to his release as he felt the blond erratically thrusting against him.

As Evan came, his thighs clenched together, squeezing Draco's cock tighter, making him thrust harder and faster into their tight confines. "Ahhh, Ev—…nnn!" Draco shouted at he came between Evan's thighs as he continued thrusting as he rode out his release.

Coming down from their highs, they slowly regained their breath. Although not typically a cuddler in the least, Draco felt the need to snuggle closer to Evan. Draco felt that doing so was ok and that he didn't have to be all so 'manly' like he felt he had to be around the girls he had engaged in 'activities' with.

Finally getting his breath and some of his more rational mind back again, Voldemort spoke first, "You know, for doing that to me, knowing I was already…wound up…I should really curse you again…you knew I was irritated with you because of your plan."

Draco tensed for a moment, thinking it over, before relaxing and replying, "I don't think you would for this…but even if you did…it would be worth it… and not only that…I would do it again," he whispered the last part into Evan's ear before going lower and laying a slow open mouthed kiss to the side of Evan's neck.

"Uuhhh," Voldemort gasped, flexing as he felt Draco's kiss against his neck begin to send shocks of heat through him and straight down to his now again rapidly hardening length. He then felt Draco begin to use his tongue, trailing warm slick paths along his neck and down to his shoulder and back again.

Clueing into the fact that Evan seemed to be getting turned-on again, rather than the slow cuddling and make-out session he had intended to have with Evan, made Draco flush with pride at being able to arouse a bloke again so quickly. Usually it took some time for a bloke to become hard a second time.

Biting his lip and stifling a moan of his own, Draco wanted to try something new, "Tell me what you want…Evan…What do you want me to do to you…Do you want to come again?" he whispered hotly in Evan's ear, before he dropped back down to his neck and gently began to suck at his neck, just as Potter must have done when he had left all those enticing marks on his body. Upon remembering, Draco's gentle sucks soon became harder though still using his tongue to soothe over the area, wanting to mark what he realized he wanted as his too.

Mind fogging with pleasure again, the Dark Lord had to think about what it was he even wanted. He knew his body was out of control, he knew he should try to find the power within himself to stop, but he just couldn't, and why should he, when giving in would be so sweet. "Take… take off your trousers… Draco," He commanded softly, as he continued to writhe under the ministrations of Draco's tongue and lips.

Draco groaned at that. He hadn't thought that Evan would want to continue that much farther…or at least so he had thought. He moved slightly away before yanking down his own trousers, but leaving himself in his boxers.

Voldemort then turned around so he was facing Draco. Upon seeing him still in boxers, he elaborated, "those too," he said as he pointed to Draco's boxers.

Gasping at the implications of what they might do if he wasn't in boxers, Draco hastily shucked those off too and flung them off the bed.

Smirking at Draco's eagerness and obedience, and feeling somewhat more in control than he had during his earlier three releases, the Dark Lord then reached down to his own trousers and boxers from where Draco had pushed them down his thighs earlier, and shoved them down and off of him the rest of the way.

They both took a moment to admire each other's glistening lengths.

Knowing what he wanted, but part of him rebelling at asking nevertheless, the Dark Lord gave the command he wanted most right now, "Get on top of me, Draco," he said as he rolled onto his back.

Draco groaned at how sexy Evan sounded when he was both giving commands, and yet somehow ending up sounding submissive at the same time. It was then that Draco realized he was completely hard again, just like Evan. Sitting up a bit, Draco threw one leg over Evan's middle, straddling him, "Like this?" he asked as he began to lower himself onto Evan so their cocks rubbed together.

"Yessss!" Voldemort gasped as he felt Draco grind his cock against his and arched up into him in response.

And with that, Draco began rhythmically bucking down and into Evan's leaking and hard cock. "You are… so… uhhnn… sexy… l-like thisss… it…actually, ohhhh… makes me… uhn w-want to…" Draco panted out but stopped, as heat flooded his face at what some part of him was about to say, but the rest of his mind was having a bit more difficulty catching up to what he was realizing he wanted.

The Dark Lord heard Draco's hesitation, and curious even despite their current activities, he questioned, "D-Draco… wh-what isss… it… unnff… th-that…you… w-want…huuf."

At that question, Draco's hips bucked erratically against Evan's at the knowledge of what he was about to say, and picturing what he wanted in his mind and imagining what it would feel like. The tip of his cock profusely dripping with pearly fluid, Draco replied, "I…I w-want… to be… inside… of…you…….uhhh!" he cried out the last as he felt his release break upon him much sooner than he thought at his own declaration, rolling his hips hard into Evan's.

"Y-you…w-want….tha-…. Dra—….I'm….nnuuuhhh!" The Dark Lord cried out as he thrashed below Draco, riding out his hardest release ever.

Even through the rest of his orgasm, Draco felt another flush of heat wash over him, prolonging his orgasm at the realization that Evan found Draco's desire to be inside of him arousing enough to immediately come from just hearing it.

After calming down for a second time with Draco, Voldemort both began to panic, and begin to feel relieved, because he may have just gotten a clue to start figuring out what was wrong with him. Never before had he been with another man and never before had he even contemplated 'bottoming'...so the fact that he seemed to greatly crave such a prospect now, at least gave him a direction for what things to research for a possible cure. On the other hand, it was making him panic, because all his other 'urges' as of late had been almost entirely uncontrollable, and he worried that he, or some part of him, might actually do what it was Draco admitted he wanted, before Voldemort could find a cure.

Swallowing the panic which threatened to bubble up, the Dark Lord vaulted up from the bed, and promptly stumbled and fell, discovering that he couldn't walk after having two spectacular climaxes just recently and two exquisite climaxes earlier. Groaning in slight pain and more-so embarrassment, he shakily got to his feet, using the edge of the bed beside him to help him walk over to his trunk at the foot of his bed.

Finally making it over to said trunk, he decided that kneeling for now would be the best way to not fall over again. He then lifted the lid and immediately began yanking out clothes.

From his spot on the bed, Draco was stunned by Evan's frantic escape from the bed. "Umm, Evan?...Everything ok?" he asked, concerned.

After casting a quick Scourgify and pulling on his clothes from where he knelt on the floor, the Dark Lord shakily tried rising to his feet… this time a bit more successful than the last, though still a bit unsteady. "I'll find out… and then I might let you know…if I feel generous," he answered cryptically as he made his way to the door.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Draco called from the bed.

"Library," was all Voldemort said before making his escape to the Library, hoping something in there held the key to his strange behavior and overly sexual urges. He figured since he was the Dark Lord and all, he wouldn't have any problems Imperiusing the Librarian if she tried to stop him from entering the Restricted Section.

Smiling to himself, Voldemort walked through the Slytherin common room and out the door. The Dark Lord was feeling more like himself again, knowing that now he had a task before him that he was certain he would be able to complete…and with no temptations around! Unless Draco intended to follow him to the library, or if Potter, as unlikely as he thought that would be, would finally find the motivation to become top student and pay a visit to the library this late at night.

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