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Chapter XLVIII - Healing Times

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Harry bit lightly on the Dark Lord's lower lip, sucking gently as he
ran his hands up and down his lovers back. Voldemort had similarly embraced
him, his long fingers tickling over Harry's spine.
Their legs were tangled together and Harry could feel the tight heat coming
from his beloved. He remembered how good his red-eyed lover had tasted and
shivered slightly with the anticipation of more. It would be better this time,
sweeter because he knew the truth. He pulled back, licking his lips as he
brought his hands around to pluck at the ties on the Dark Lord's cloths. It
appeared the man appreciated the old ways because he had conjured cotton
sleeping garb for both of them, tied rather than buttoned. The garments were
loose and were of such a fine weave that they felt like silk. But right at the
moment, they were interfering with the task at hand. He supposed he could have
magically vanished them but that didn't seem right.
He could feel the Dark Lord's long fingers tugging at the ties on his own shirt
and smiled at Voldemort before he muzzled his face into the white skin of his
throat, licking and nipping. He continued to pull on the ties of shirt next to
him, as he raised his legs, hooking one over his lover, while his other thigh
rubbed up against his genitals. Voldemort sighed and Harry could feel him
pushing back and forth against him. He moved one hand down to stroke his
beloved's shaft but was startled when his arm was stopped with a gentle grip.
Harry looked up into red eyes.
"No, it's my turn" Voldemort said, as he turned Harry to lie on
his back before straddling him. "Let me pleasure you." He rubbed
himself against Harry, grinning as the boy squirmed, emerald eyes clouding with
delight. He had one tie on the boy's shirt undone and the other came free
easily. He pushed the cotton aside, exposing Harry's chest and moved one hand
to a small nipple, as he moved his other to cup and massage Harry, removing his
beloved's pants easily.
A shiver passed through the smaller body at the touch. "So enchantingly
expressive," the Dark Lord laughed as Harry moaned. He wrapped his hand
around Harry's balls and squeezed gently, rhythmatically, massaging in time
with his fingers teasing the boy's nipple, as his thumb rubbed back and forth
on the base of his beloved's stiffening penis. Harry gasped, throwing his head
back at the skilful pleasure.
Voldemort moved to muzzle Harry's neck as the boy had done to him, nipping a
line along the artery he could feel before he extended his tongue to lick at a
sensitive ear. He could feel his own excitement rising at the small noises
Harry was making. Small hands were pressed against his chest, rubbing at his
own nipples, making them surge with blood, through the fabric of his shirt. The
serpent within was becoming aroused and his breath quickened as his magic
responded, mottling his skin with the patterns of the Serpent King.
With a slight tremor the serpent awoke and suddenly he could more than taste
Harry, he could smell him, smell the sweet sweat beginning to form on him and
smell the clear scent of aniseed and vanilla, tangy and intoxicating but purely
Harry. He moved back to kiss his little one, the taste of vanilla becoming
stronger as his tongue entered Harry's mouth but the sharp aniseed never faded
entirely.
Emerald eyes looked at him and he could feel Harry beginning to thrust
against him. The boy's cock was standing tall and hard and he was ready for
further attention. Small hands were running through his hair, keeping their
mouths locked together, not that the Dark Lord was complaining. He persisted in
kissing Harry, hot, wet and passionate, pulling back periodically so that they
could both draw breath before they continued their ardour. Voldemort
unrelentingly massaged Harry's balls as his other hand traced archaic patterns,
moving downwards to where he wrapped it around Harry's erect member and began
pumping slowly up and down.
He moved his own cock against smooth skin and wondered when Harry had
removed his loose trews, revelling in the tightness he could feel. Harry began
to thrust against his hand, moaning through the kisses in time with the motion
before he threw his head back. "Harder..." he gasped and beneath him
Voldemort felt Harry strain against him. He bit into Harry's neck, sucking the
skin there as he moved his hand faster against his treasure, tightening his
grip slightly. He moved his second hand deeper between smooth thighs, his thumb
continuing the massage the hot sack at the base of Harry's penis as his fingers
probed for the boys opening. When he found it, he inserted one long finger,
burying his digits in Harry's warmth. All the while he continued to pump at
Harry's erection, feeling the blood pulse through it as Harry rocked back and
forth.
"Deeper!" Harry cried, pushing back against the intrusion, his
hips making small circles, pushing his cock into the hand stroking him and his
anus on to the finger probing him. He was panting, crying out softly with every
stimulus.
Small arms wrapped around the Dark Lord and he felt Harry muzzle his face
into the top of his head as he continued to suck on the boy's neck, bruising
the creamy skin. His own excitement was growing but he could sense Harry was
almost there.
"Deeper," Harry gasped, "harder," he repeated the
entreaty and Voldemort moved to comply, driving a second finger into the boy,
scissoring him gently to stretch the still tight opening and redoubling his
efforts but he almost lost it completely when Harry opened his mind.
Harry was suddenly everywhere within him and he could feel ghost fingers
moving inside him and a sweet pressure on his own cock, the phantom feelings
from Harry of what he was doing to the boy. He could feel Harry's arousal, he
was Harry's arousal and he was so close to completion and spurring everything
on he could feel the boy's desire, the over-riding craving for physical release
which at the moment was the leading edge of Harry's love. The depth of feeling
drove him almost to completion in an instant but he held back with the
knowledge that he had not yet given Harry that feeling.
Voldemort was slightly amazed that Harry had not yet cum since he had opened
his mind to him earlier and he knew Harry could feel everything he felt but
suddenly the knowledge made him smile as he felt the phantom fingers within him
brush against his prostrate. Harry stiffened at the stimulus, the pleasure
almost to much to bear before the Dark Lord drew his fingers back and smiled,
remembering how good it had been to have Harry's tight warmth surrounding him
and knowing that Harry would be able to feel it all, his own pleasure at the
cock inside him, and Voldemort's at the boy's tight body.
"More..." Harry cried, no longer thinking as he sought his
release, thrusting against the Dark Lord's curled fingers desperately.
"Anything you want," he said softly as he pulled himself upwards
to look down at Harry. Emerald eyes were clouded with passion and he was
gasping, making mewling noises with every breath. He was biting his lip
lightly, his cherry lips a brilliant contrast to his sweat covered cream skin.
Small hands rested on his shoulders and he could feel the pin picks coming from
Harry's nails as the boy gripped him urgently. Slowly, carefully, he pulled his
fingers out of Harry and pushed the boy's legs wider before he nudged his cock
into position. "Are you ready?"
"Now, please!"
The Dark Lord slipped about half way into Harry before he was stopped by the
pressure, unable to go further without force because the boy was not yet
stretched enough. Harry didn't seem to mind because he wrapped his legs around
him and squeezed pulling himself upwards to allow deeper penetration. Harry
cried out in denial as Voldemort drew back but his cry changed to one of
passion as the Dark Lord pushed forward again moving deeper.
"Yes... yes... deeper!" Harry gave him the encouragement, no
evidence of pain in his cries.
He continued to move, slowly and gently as Harry encouraged him, thrusting
to meet him, eager to be filled completely. It was incredible. Voldemort could
actually feel what Harry felt and it was almost as if Harry was driving himself
into the Dark Lord's body. It was hot and there was a desperate need to be
filled completely with the shaft, to have it buried completely within him. It
was pleasure beyond words accompanied by an aching emptiness each time he drew
back within his beloved.
"More... now!" Harry demanded as he tightened his muscles against
Voldemort, enticing a groan from the Dark Lord, before the older man pumped him
more savagely, stopping only when he was completely within him. "Don't
stop!" Harry cried when the Dark Lord paused, controlling the Serpent's
desire to dominate briefly.
Voldemort looked down at Harry. He was completely buried; the boy's buttocks
flush against his thighs. Harry was so close, hence the demands, he was so
close himself. His own pleasure at being deep within Harry was combining with
Harry's own intoxication at the intrusion and it wouldn't take much more before
they both lost it but he was determined that Harry would be first.
He pulled out almost completely before thrusting down again, watching black
hair fly wildly as Harry shook his head at the pleasurable torment. Once,
twice, three times, in and out, Harry moaned, his legs tightening as he sought
to keep his lover inside him. Voldemort continued to stroke Harry's cock as it
began to twitch, he smiled, moving to lock mouth's with Harry again as he
pumped into the fiery, narrow passage that was his beloved, pleasuring Harry
further as the boy exploded into his hand, moaning loudly, beautiful eyes
squeezed shut against the assault of ecstasy.
Harry's satiation washed through him, spurring him to his own release. He
thrust deep into his leman, with a savage strength that shook the smaller body
but Harry was too lost in physical completion to even notice the rough gesture,
his small arms wrapped around him tightly, as he pulled himself upwards,
forcing the Dark Lord deeper into him at the instant of release.
They lay together for long moments, the passion of one mingling with the
passion of the other until it was uncertain who was feeling what. Harry
continued to flex his muscles around the still hard member within him and the
Dark Lord's long fingers continued to massage his beloved, collecting the
semen. Finally Harry drew back from Voldemort's kiss, breathing heavily but as
he looked up at the Dark Lord his eyes were earnest. ::I love you,:: he sent
through their bond, disentangling his thoughts slightly so that Voldemort could
feel his love separately.
Voldemort responded by raising his hand to lick at Harry's essence. He
licked with a slow sensual movement, making sure Harry could see his delight in
the fluid. It was more precious to him than anything and the taste eclipsed the
finest wine.
Harry pulled himself upwards, extending his own tongue to lick at the sticky
fluid covering the Dark Lord's hand. Soon the white skin was clean and the
fingers were once again stroking his face before they kissed again.
Aniseed, vanilla and pure heaven - did Harry try to drive him insane?
Voldemort struggled for coherent thought, as he tasted everything that was
Harry.
"I want to taste you," Harry said as he rolled them both and
pulled off the Dark Lord. The penis sagged slightly as it exited his body but
Harry didn't mind as he squirmed downwards, pinning Voldemort in place by
sending a wave of mental love to him. He extended his tongue, licking the
length with one long stroke and moaned appreciatively at the taste. He
continued to lick, taking the head into his mouth and sucking gently, in
between long careful strokes.
It wasn't long before Voldemort was hard again, and Harry stopped licking,
moving now to suck more, flicking his tongue over the Dark Lord's length,
tracing out the bulging veins as he sank his mouth deeper. He could feel his
own arousal responding to the pleasure he was giving his mate and he was about
to take the hard member fully into him, when he was pulled off the stiff shaft
and dragged upwards to gaze into burning red eyes.
"No," the Dark Lord said firmly.
"But..." Harry managed to say the word before a long finger was
pressed against his lips.
"You want to pleasure me?" The sentence was finished for him.
He nodded.
"Not like that then," Voldemort said. "Not like that."
Harry frowned as he felt an echo of need from his lover. It was an emptiness
that ached to be filled.
"I need you, Harry. I need you with me, need you in me."
Harry nodded again as he understood where the echoing emptiness was coming
from. He grinned, "Anything you want," he said, repeating the words
that had been said to him as his kissed the finger. Voldemort was feeling the
echo of his own desire, the desire that had been filled with his lover's
presence within him. It was certainly no chore to grant the request.
"You are mine, Harry, but equally I wish to be yours."
Harry smiled, "You taste good," he murmured, as he leant forward,
gently kissing the Dark Lord as he lowered his hands to stroke the member his
mouth had been pulled off. Slowly his continued to withdraw his mind. While it
was pleasurable to feel his lovers excitement he sensed that this time
Voldemort needed to feel this alone, know this alone. Just as he had needed the
assurances of love, the Dark Lord needed this assurance. The man's reticence
made sense. For him, no matter how pleasurable this would be an act of
surrender. And then of course there were a number of little things that had
been grating, the Dark Lord's complete understanding of his pain, for example,
had to have come from somewhere. Harry nodded as he understood. It made sense.
It more than made sense but he let none of that understanding show in his mind.
The Dark Lord had already killed them, but were others who had caused pain and
Harry resolved silently to give his beloved those others.
He rolled them again, moving towards the edge of their bed. He could have
taken the Dark Lord from behind, but he wanted to see his lover in the throws
of passion, to see the usually refined and controlled Lord without any masks,
just as he had watched him. With a flip, he landed on the floor, his feet
silent on the thick carpet as he stood, Voldemort's legs straddling him.
Harry smiled as he continued to stimulate his lover, stroking the cleft of
his buttocks slowly as his forearm kept pressure on the erect cock. He placed
his other hand on Voldemort's chest, keeping the older man lying flat on the
bed as he worked. The Dark Lord reached out to touch him but Harry shook his
head, gently moving the arms so that they rested comfortably against his hips,
the long fingers gripping his buttocks, before he returned his hand to the
white skin of the chest. His other hand had found the small opening and was now
tracing around it tenderly. After a few moments, emerald locked with ruby and
he sank one finger inside.
Muscles clamped around him at the intrusion and Voldemort moaned. Harry
chuckled reassuringly as he wriggled his finger, enticing the muscles to relax.
He raised his other hand and traced his fingertips down the white forehead and
tickled them over a flat serpentine nose before resting them on pale lips. He
licked the air encouragingly as Voldemort's serpent tongue flickered around his
fingers, tasting before his lips parted and Harry pushed his fingers inside.
Harry bent over, using his lithe bulk to keep the Dark Lord pinned as he
pulled his finger out, moving his arm around his lovers leg, before he pushed
back in. The short emptiness earnt a small muffled moan that Harry shushed
sympathetically. He breathed deeply. Voldemort's scent was dry, like sun on
leaves with the slightest hint of burning. Dry tinder that only required a
spark to ignite the inferno. As he continued to probe around he pushed his cock
against Voldemort's keeping them both excited. As the Dark Lord had done to him
the first time, he quickly switched his hands around, driving a second finger
into his beloved.
"Feels good?" He whispered the question and was answered with a
slight nod that was lost in a muffled scream as Harry's probing fingers found
what he was looking for. He laughed, pulling back before brushing his fingers
back against the Dark Lord's prostate, earning him another inarticulate moan.
"Nearly ready," he gave the encouragement, moving his hands again,
this time plunging three fingers inside. He didn't bother replacing his fingers
in Voldemort's mouth, instead he moved close placing butterfly kisses on the
Dark Lord's neck, his hands continuing to stroke the erect member.
He chuckled wickedly in anticipation, stroking his fingers against
Voldemort's most sensitive spot. Harry was not disappointed as the Dark Lord
gasped brokenly, the pleasure washing through Harry even though his mind was
closed.
"Ha...rry," Voldemort was breathing hard.
"Yes?" He answered teasingly, whispering into his beloved's ear.
"Now."
"Soon," he countered. The Dark Lord didn't object as Harry cut off
any argument, twisting his fingers as he once again brushed against the sweet
spot. His hand moved easily and he knew Voldemort was ready. He kissed his
beloved once as he moved upwards, stroking his own cock briefly as he moved
into position, both hands on the Dark Lord's hips to keep him from going too
fast. He knew how strong the need could be.
"Ha...r..ry!" White hips bucked against him and ruby eyes fixed on
his, begging for what he would not say.
Harry nodded at him and pushed forward slowly stopping only when he was
completely engulfed in tight heat. Rudy eyes opened wide at the invasion and
Voldemort gasped soundlessly, a sentiment that was shared by Harry at the
intensity of feeling. This was a first for them both. After a few moments,
slitted red eyes looked back at him and the Dark Lord gulped before nodding to
him.
He moved slowly, not wanting to hurt him, pulling back half way before
pushing forwards again, thrusting carefully into the hot body of the only man
who had ever shown him compassion, the only man who had ever shown him love and
throughout the world had always been truthful to him.
Voldemort was breathing in gasps as Harry pleasured him. It was beautifully
fulfilling. He was complete and every movement was not only pushing inside him
but pushing up against his member and balls, in a wonderful friction that was
everything. Harry was so gentle though as he needed to be, his movements smooth
and controlled, but his face reflecting his own pleasure.
He looked down, bucking his hips rhythmatically as he watched Harry move,
disappearing within him. One of the others had liked to watch. They had liked
to see themselves disappearing into his body and insisted that he watch. He'd
hated it though, hated seeing the evidence of usage but this was different. It
was incredibly erotic and stimulating. He could feel his arousal growing as he
watched Harry moving, in and out, the connection between the two of them vital
and fluid. He could have watched forever but emerald eyes intruded upon his
vision as Harry muzzled into him, kissing him tenderly but with growing
urgency.
Aniseed and vanilla swirled on his tongue and he bit down lightly, clamping
his muscles around Harry, grinning against the boy as his pet gasped at the
stimulation. The Dark Lord felt a tiny flash of worry though, when there came a
throaty laugh from above him but he only had an instant to consider the
implications before his lover struck, altering his strokes slightly, driving
hard against his prostrate with every motion. After that, he couldn't do
anything but cry out as each stroke drove him higher, physical delight at the
movement filling him completely and leaving no room for thought.
Finally he could take it no longer and with a wild thrust he pushed upwards,
impaling himself on Harry completely as be came, his muscles squeezing
rhythmatically on the member within him as he climaxed in a long peak that left
him breathless, his skin rippling with the patterns of the snake.
"Harry!" He gasped.
As he came back to himself he looked up to find Harry smiling at him,
emerald eyes glittering with understanding. He raised his arms, pulling the boy
close to him before he rocked back and forth, flexing himself around Harry's
cock that was still deep within him. "Take your pleasure," he urged
in the warm after glow, breathing deeply. This is what pleasure was meant to be
like but he still needed to feel his precious one cum within him, feel that
liquid heat and know that he wanted it, know he needed it. He already knew that
the boy above him was the only one who would ever be able to claim him, the
only one he would willingly allow to take their pleasure in him.
Harry nodded at him, shifting slightly before he began moving once more. The
strokes came long and hard, and the Dark Lord gasped, clenching his teeth at
the thought that this was his only. It was almost enough to bring him to the
peak again but it was over as with one final movement, that was his whole body,
driving himself in deeper, Harry gushed into him with a strangled cry,
"Voldemort!" Seed filled him, over flowing as his beloved** continued
to spurt into him in pleasurable waves. He was transfixed by the vision of
inexplicable pleasure on his lovers face and with a hiss, he pulled Harry down
to him as the boy stilled, long moments of release fading.
Voldemort breathed in the scent of vanilla, breathing deeply against the
lethargy consuming him. ::My only,:: he sent the thought, so private that it
could not be spoken, to Harry. My saviour, he added silently, the irony
of the situation not lost upon him. "I would have almost sworn you would
have called me Tom," he said softly, longer fingers stroking black hair as
Harry gulped for air, recovering.
"No," the whisper came to him as they snuggled together. Emerald
eyes were closed in complete rapture.
"Little one, I will allow you anything." If Harry wished to call
him that, he would not deny it.
"No, that's not you," Harry shook his head as he rolled them back
into the centre of the bed, guided by nothing but shadows. He pulled out of the
Dark Lord with a soft wet noise.
Voldemort sighed as Harry exited him the emptiness quickly replaced by the
memory of pleasure but he was still curious at the boy, even as he struggled
against the heavy repletion that was coursing through his system. The Serpent
had been completely sated on the surfeit of pleasure given to him by his
precious and the satisfaction was making him sluggish. It was like a snake that
had been sun bathing too long, he was completely rested and now needed to rest
in the shade to recover.
"It's not you," Harry seemed to sense the remaining question and
he answered it easily although his voice showed his own weariness. "You
are Lord Voldemort, not the child Tom Marvolo Riddle." Emerald eyes gazed
at him for a moment before he continued. "You were once him but he died
before I was even born and I do not love Tom Marvolo Riddle. I love Lord
Voldemort."
The Dark Lord nodded, sighing as he smiled slightly, tightening his arms
around Harry. He breathed in Harry's scent again, closing his eyes. ::There is
nothing to do today but rest,:: he sent the thought to his beloved, recalling
his orders to the Death Eaters and the Shadow's Gift, knowing Harry would be
able to pick them up as he lost consciousness, falling into a deep pleasant
slumber, secure in the knowledge that his precious one was with him.
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