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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297652 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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Chapter 42

Beta'd by Tenchi (love you, woman!)

(Tags for this chapter; light bondage, toys, oral, anal)

Sitting on the bed with Tom after coming back in from visiting Sirius and telling him about the letter from Remus, Harry was going over what needed to be done the following day. Actually, from the sound of it, they were going to be less busy than normal. That had more to do with the fact that he had to visit the solicitor for the first time. With that, most of the afternoon was blocked out to go there with no meetings. It would be a break for them, something they didn't get often anymore. That pleased Harry. Though he and Tom spent the nights together, it wasn't the same as being able to spend time during the day to just wander and do something. This would allow that. Already they were planning to visit a couple shops to look at books, of course, so they would have some time alone. That he adored. He hoped they could spend a couple hours away from the Abbey together, simply wandering around like they had the one time, but he wasn't going to count on it. After all, they had things that needed to be done all the time. He was going to try, though.

After giving Tom the letter from Remus to read, he explained that he was going to let the man know Sirius was fine and in a place where he was protected, but not much else. Beyond that, he did mention he was pleased that what he had talked with the werewolf about was working and it seemed that he was taking steps back from Dumbledore's side.

Setting the letter aside, Tom nodded. “Yes, it does look good on that end. I also like the part about Bill. Though he didn't say it right now, it sounds like the oldest Weasley isn't happy with being played and doesn't want to take part. That is something good. Albus is playing with something he shouldn't when it comes to this. No, the more that refuse to go along, the better we're going to be in the long run.”

“I agree,” Harry told him with a nod. “Already, as I've told you, the Weasley's in school don't trust the old goat anymore. He's proven to them that they can't. Molly and Arthur? I don't know there. Same with Charlie. It's a start though.”

“It is,” Tom admitted, leaning back. Looking at Harry, he couldn't help but smile. His young lover was doing his job well. In fact, as good as he, himself, could with a situation like this. He liked that and it confirmed what he already knew; that he made the right choice with Harry.

Stretching out by Tom, lying on his side, Harry draped an arm over his midsection then grinned, relaying the conversation with Draco. When he stopped, he laughed, “You know, just for the amusement factor, something that would give me some comic relief with all the stresses going on, if it weren't for my relationship with Nick, I would probably actually let that go. Oh, the reaction could be too funny! I won't of course, but the looks on people's faces if they think I'm actually involved with Draco would be hilarious.”

“It could be, I admit that,” Tom said with a grin, reaching over to run his fingers through Harry's hair, giving it a gentle tug. “Dumbledore alone would have fits. His Golden Boy hooked up with a Malfoy? Oh, the heart attack it would give him!”

“That's funny, yeah,” Harry said with a cocky grin. “Not happening though, both Draco and I know it. There is too much riding on what I'm doing to allow something like that to take place. No, we keep it out of sight and will continue to do so, the friendship that is. It works well and no risk to any plans.”

“Very true,” Tom said, rolling onto his side and draping an arm over Harry, pulling him closer. “At least you realize that and don't plan on doing so.” Stroking a finger down the side of Harry's face, he said, “Besides, I'm not sure how well I would handle such rumors. I am rather possessive, you know.”

“There is that, yeah,” Harry chuckled, looking at his lover. “Admit it though, the look on Lucius' face if he got whiff that maybe there was something going on between Draco and I would be priceless! He would be dying, sure you were going to go after his son!”

Giving an amused snort, mouth turning up in a grin, Tom conceded, “That could be most amusing, yes. The man is normally unflappable. That would most assuredly ruffle feathers.” Stopping, he looked at his younger lover. Though he knew it was a joke, the urge to make sure all knew Harry was his was there. After all, he was very possessive of his lover. Reaching up, he buried his fingers in Harry's hair and gave it a stronger tug than before. He wasn't going to do anything like reminding his younger lover that he belonged to him, no, that wasn't needed as Harry knew it. Maybe, though a little 'reclaiming' was in order.

Seeing the look on Tom's face, knowing him well enough by now that he knew what it was from, Harry grinned again. Pressing closer, he said, tone soft, “Just keep in mind in a choice between Draco and you; Draco doesn't stand a chance in hell. Not even considering it.”

“Of course he doesn't and I know,” Tom told him smugly before leaning down and kissing Harry roughly.

Putting a hand on the back of Tom's head, Harry kissed him back, moaning into his mouth. Feeling his cock already rising, he ground against his lover.

Deepening the kiss, letting his tongue start to explore Harry's mouth, Tom then quickly broke it off. Pulling his own clothes off, he then relieved Harry of his and shoved his lover onto his back. Though it was silly and a joke, something he knew, the mere thought of someone thinking his Harry was seeing someone else was enough to put him in an aggressive mood when it came to sex. That was fine, he would go with it. Once the bout of sex was over, he would be fine and things would go back to normal. He would probably even see the situation as funnier. Not one to restrain himself when it came to indulging with Harry, he was going to let it run its course.

Grabbing his wand off the bedside table, he had Harry grab the headboard. When the younger man had a hold of it, he cast a spell to tie his hands there. Once that was done, he spelled a blindfold on his younger lover. Looking smug, he straddled Harry. Reaching up, he grabbed a fist full of the younger man's hair and gave it a rough yank, “Who do you belong to, Harry?” He purred, tone silken though with a hint of aggression to it.

“You. I belong to you,” Harry told him in a slightly uneven voice. This was the first time they had done anything where bondage was involved. Though apprehensive, especially with how he knew Tom could be about certain things, he was also highly aroused. There was something about not being able to see or move, completely at his lover's mercy, that he liked. Probably more than he cared to admit to himself. Already his cock was throbbing madly because of the whole scene. He was sure, before it was over, it would get even better.

“That's right,” Tom purred, yanking on his hair again. “Mine,” he hissed. “All mine.” Sitting up slightly, he let the very tips of his fingers drag down over Harry's chest, something that was light and barely touching him. Seeing the younger man's flesh goose pimple in the wake, he grinned ferally. Leaning over the body below him, he licked across Harry's shoulder then bit down roughly, though not breaking the skin, and began to suck on it, leaving a red mark. While doing that, he reached out and pulled the drawer to the table on his side of the bed open and began to fumble inside. There was something he had bought at the sex shop they had yet to try. It was more that he was waiting for an opportunity to use it and it was finally here. Grabbing the object, he pulled it out then laid it aside while he moved his mouth over to the other shoulder and did the same, thinking of it as something along the lines of marking territory. He knew, of course, no one but him would see the markings and Harry would hide them while at school, but knowing they were there was enough for him. Rather a confirmation that the young man was his.

Shivering and gasping at the contradicting of sensations, Harry arched up slightly, straining against the bonds that held him. No, it wasn't that he was trying to free himself, that wasn't it, it was more to get closer to Tom, to feel his touch. It was amazing, all of it. He had been worried about Tom and bondage, something he wasn't sure about honestly since he hadn't explored that aspect with anyone, but this-- this was amazing! More, he wanted more!

Pulling back, sitting up, he grinned down at Harry, though he knew that the younger man couldn't see it. As with all things when it came to Harry, he adored the reaction and the fact that he trusted him enough to let him indulge in some of his more base desires, loving it.

Sliding off Harry, he shifted around, pulling the younger man's legs apart then having him bend them to where his feet were flat on the bed. Sliding between Harry's now spread legs, he grabbed the 'toy', smirking because he knew Harry couldn't see it. Casting a lubricating charm on the rather largish Magical vibrator, he turned it on low then slid it down between the young man's legs, letting it touch his puckered opening. Grinning, when he heard the gasp, seeing Harry tense up and his skin starting to flush a reddish shade, he gently rubbed it over the puckered entrance a few times then, slowly, began to slide it inside with a gentle pressure.

Body shaking, fingers dug into the bindings that were around his wrists, Harry moaned loudly, body tense. Bloody amazing, this was! The vibrator, or whatever it was Tom was using, when it touched his sensitive opening, was the most amazing feeling in the world! It was like tiny sparks of electricity against the nerves there, something that felt fucking awesome! When it started to slide inside him there was that slow burn that came with all penetrations but the vibrations that came with it seemed to make it to where even the burn was highly erotic and set off more sparks in his body. Feeling his cock throbbing madly, wanting some kind of attention, he moaned Tom's name softly though expected it to do no good. When his lover was in this kind of mood, he was going to play a while before they got down to 'business' and Harry would love every minute of it while he did.

Once the vibrator was fully inserted, still humming away, Tom tapped it. Immediately, the inanimate device began to slowly fuck Harry in deep, even strokes. Settling back, not touching the young man in any way, he watched, fascinated as the fake phallus fucked his lover. Enjoying the sight immensely, something he hadn't been sure about going in, he reached down to stroke his own now completely hard and throbbing cock. Oh, this was an arousing sight, that was for sure. Not to mention he loved the way Harry gasped, squirmed and shivered from the sensations.

Taking his hand off his own cock, Tom shifted around, grinning wickedly. Moving over to Harry's side, he lay down gently by Harry's side, head by his hip, hoping to not give too much of a hint as to what he was about to do. Leaning over, making certain he didn't touch Harry at all to give him warning, he grasped the young man's cock then took the head of it in his mouth, sucking hard on it.

Letting out a loud cry as Tom's mouth wrapped around his cock, Harry shook violently. The sensations were about mind blowing! Between his ass getting fucked and now the hot mouth on his cock, he wasn't able to hold still, squirming around, pulling at the bindings, he gasped Tom's name over and over, hips arching slightly, trying to get his lover to take more of twitching cock into his mouth.

Feeling Harry try to get him to take more, Tom pulled his mouth off then blew on the now wet head. Hearing Harry gasp and seeing him shake, he grinned wickedly. Still holding onto Harry's cock, he began to stroke it but then leaned down and began to suck and lick on the inside of the young man's thigh that was closest to him, leaving a trail of marks there as well. While doing that, he reached over with his other hand and touched the vibrator, making the vibrations increase and the thrusting go faster.

Letting out a louder cry, arching up, Harry gasped, “Tom! Fuck! Yes!” Wiggling around as his lover began to bite and suck on his inner thigh again, he wasn't exactly sure what to do. That was more because of the fact that he really couldn't do anything. Nor could he see, something that just added to the eroticism of the encounter. Then there was the pleasure/pain mixture. It was something that was amazing. The sensations it set off were almost intoxicating, driving the eroticism even higher than it was before.

Chuckling deeply, Tom said nothing but let off sucking on the young man's inner thigh then moved back up, taking Harry's cock in his mouth again. Sucking, hard, on the head, he let his tongue trace around the ridge of it before moving his hand away and lowering his mouth further down on it. Bobbing his head, sucking, curling his tongue around the organ, he looked up and watched Harry's reaction. That, almost more than anything else, was the most arousing. Flushed, panting, straining against the bonds that held him, Harry's mouth was hanging open, face red. Talk about a turn on! Sucking harder, he reached up with his free hand and pinched one of Harry's nipples, twisting it slightly. That elicited what could only be described as a soft shriek from Harry. Oh, that was wonderful!

“Fuck!” Harry gasped, trying to arch up. “Tom! Dammit! Fuck me,” Harry panted, squirming around. Though it felt amazing, he wanted to feel Tom inside him. This was great, but it was no substitute for the real thing. Tom was Tom. That's what he wanted to feel. His lover's body touching his, buried deep in his ass, not a toy. It felt good, something different than the real thing, but Tom was better, far better, and there was nothing that could ever replace it.

Pulling his mouth off the younger man's cock, giving the head a long, slow lick as he did, Tom grinned wickedly then said, tone deep and commanding, “Beg.” That wasn't something he usually did, but it went with what was going on and was something he wanted to hear.

Stuttering, not sure what to say or do, but wanting to feel Tom inside him, Harry finally manged to get out, “Please!” There was something about that, what he didn't know, that he liked. It made his whole body throb more than it already was and the liquid fire that his blood seemed to have become, burn hotter. Skin dancing with sensations, he felt himself quiver at that one word. It was small, but powerful enough to set off a whole new burst of sensations in him. He liked it through it was strange.

“Not good enough,” Tom told him silkily, grinning. “You can do better than that, Harry. At least if you want to feel my cock, you're going to have to.” Honestly? He hadn't really thought about doing this with Harry before. Harry was, as he was well aware, all too willing to let him indulge in whatever he wanted, when he wanted. Begging? That wasn't something that really had come to mind before. Now, though, it did and he was going to go with it to see where it led. The mere thought was something he adored so he figured even if it was just a onetime thing, he would go for it.

Oh, fuck! That was—he didn't know what it was, but Harry liked it! “Please, fuck! Please, Tom, fuck me! Please!” he gasped, shaking, body flushed and seeming to be overheating, tone pleading. It was, really, the only way he knew how to put it. If Tom wanted more, he wasn't sure what it was.

“What exactly do you want, Harry? Tell me,” Tom tormented, going back to blowing on Harry's still wet cock.

Arching up, skin prickling, clutching his bindings so tight his knuckles were white, Harry managed to pant out, “I want you to fuck me! Please, dammit!”

“Fuck you how?” Tom asked, tone woven with innocence as he leaned forward and gave the head of Harry's cock a long, slow lick then blew on it immediately afterwards. Oh, this-- it was good! He liked it. The reactions from Harry were magnificent! It was also fueling the fire that was there higher, making his whole body tingle and throb madly, cock twitching.

“Son of a fucking bitch!” Harry all but shouted, arching up, quaking. “Please-- fuck! Stick your big fucking cock in my ass and fuck the ever living shite out of me!” Honestly? By this point, if Tom wanted him to play complicated word games, it wasn't going to happen! His brain had short circuited from the lack of blood as everything had flowed straight down into his throbbing cock. There was no way that he could do beyond what he was right at that moment. It had taken every bit of what concentration he had left to get that out! Bloody fucking hot it was, yeah, but he couldn't formulate anything beyond that. All he knew was he wanted Tom's cock buried deep in his ass and to be fucked to the point it hurt to sit for the next two days!

Chuckling evilly, Tom let loose of the younger man's cock and propped himself up on one elbow. Reaching down, he gave his own hard cock a couple strokes then said, tone thoughtful, “I don't know-- That wasn't very good, Harry.”

“Oh, you evil fucking bastard,” Harry hissed, shaking, hips starting to thrust on their own. Really, he should have expected that, knowing who he was dealing with. However, he didn't know what more to say to persuade Tom to move on.

“I thought that was well known,” Tom told him smugly. However, he sat up then slipped between the younger man's legs. After touching the vibrator to turn it on high and made it thrust as fast as it could, he waited for a couple minutes, loving the keening noises that it elicited from Harry, then stopped it and pulled it out, tossing it aside. Grabbing his wand where he had dropped it on the bed, he vanished the blindfold on his younger lover. Watching Harry blink and his eyes come back into focus, he then propped the other man's legs on his thighs before guiding his own throbbing cock to Harry's entrance. Stopping, he looked at Harry then hissed, “Look at me, Harry.” When Harry did, he slid every inch of his cock into his ass. Seeing the look of pleasure there, he moaned himself before beginning to thrust hard and fast. “You're mine! Say it, Harry! Tell me who you belong to!”

“Yours,” Harry panted, looking at Tom. “All yours and only yours. Always. Yours, Tom.”

“Never forget that,” Tom snarled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Gripping onto the bedding below him where his hands were, he hammered into Harry. “Mine!” He snapped.

“Yours,” Harry agreed, panting, grinding down on the cock that was hammering into his ass, feeling his whole body throb as he did. Oh, yes, this is what he wanted! Grunting, his eyes drooped half shut, body pulsing with sensation, feeling like sweat was pouring off him. He wanted the bindings gone so he could hold onto Tom, but also liked it this way. It was odd, the not touching, but he liked the helpless feeling that came with it. Tom was in control, completely, and he could do nothing. That was fucking amazing!

Gritting his teeth, Tom continued to fuck him long and hard, loving the sensation of Harry's hot ass clenching around his cock. Feeling that he was getting close to the end of what he could take, he grabbed hold of Harry's cock with one hand and began to pump it, wringing the head as he did. “You going to cum for me, Harry?” He asked in a thick voice, tone husky.

Letting out a loud cry, pumping up into Tom's hand, Harry stammered out, “Oh, fuck yes!”

“Then cum,” Tom snarled, looking at Harry, hips moving faster, driving himself into the hot ass harder.

Panting, eyes locked with Tom's, Harry's body shook then, almost like it was taking commands from his lover, he arched up, let out a loud shout of Tom's name and came, splattering his own stomach with his cum, body throbbing madly, bindings that were holding him drawn tight.

Seeing the look on Harry's face and feeling his ass clench then spasm around his cock was all Tom could take. Letting out a cry, he thrust into Harry harder, grinding his cock then came, flooding his lover's ass. Body rocking and pulsing with sensations, arms locked, he panted heavily, eyes sliding shut. Oh, yes, that felt good!

Curling up to Tom afterwards, slightly dazed and feeling euphoric, Harry let out an uneven chuckle then said, jokingly, “Remind me to thank Draco tomorrow for making you jealous. Bloody brilliant that was.”

Giving an amused snort, Tom ran his fingers through Harry's tousled hair. “It was rather good, wasn't it?”

“Fucking amazing if you ask me,” Harry grinned. Looking up at his lover, he asked, “Should I worry that you really liked tying me up? Not to mention torturing the shite out of me?”

“Does it surprise you that I do?” Tom asked, looking down at him, grinning slightly.

“Not really, no. Goes with the personality,” Harry admitted with a grin. “Just wondering if it should worry me is all.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Tom told him, still grinning. “Trust me, whatever I do, I'll make sure you like it.

“Somehow I don't doubt that,” Harry grinned, snuggling closer, shutting his eyes.

Saying nothing, Tom let his eyes drift shut and sighed contentedly.

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