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Pretty parseltongue - new chapter added	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 88995 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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The warmth enveloping him was the first sensation that washed over Harry, the crack of apparition echoing in his ears. His heart was thundering in his chest with the fear of the unknown and the trepidation that was building at being near the man that had haunted his dreams. He took a breath and the rich scent of burning firewood filled his nostrils, he opened his eyes and looked into smiling russet eyes.
"Harry." Voldemort whispered and Harry felt his desire spark inside him, grabbing a surprised dark lord by the lapel and devouring his mouth. Harry closed his eyes and moaned at the taste of his older lover bursting on his tongue. The kiss was heated and all consuming, their tongues duelling wetly. Both of them gasping as the embrace broke apart, Harry suddenly nervous at his action but reassured by the heat of lust glowing in the man's eyes.
"Wow." Harry murmured and was rewarded with a soft smile which he returned with one of his own.
"My my Harry," Voldemort breathed and gestured for Harry to sit in the sumptuous looking chairs by the fire," You look cold…tea?" Harry shook his head as he sighed at the comfort that surrounded him as he sat.
"Hot chocolate would be nice…if you have some?" Harry asked.
"Of course…what sort of host would I be if I could not provide everything you desire?" There was a seductive hint in the words and Harry blushed. Harry felt thankful that the man did not draw attention to his flustered demeanour, merely smiling before calling for a house elf.
"One hot chocolate," he looked at Harry who felt disappointed that he would not be joining him, he must have sensed Harry displeasure, "No ..make that two hot chocolates…cream?" he asked and Harry's heart sped up at the lust in Voldemort's eyes.
"Yes." He managed to answer before the elf nodded and disappeared.
"I'm not usually a fan of sweet thingssss, but for you I will indulge," Harry could feel the heat building and it wasn't from his close proximity to the fire, "You have a sweet tooth?"
"Sometimessss." Harry was shocked as he lapsed into parseltongue, a moan his reward and feeling emboldened by the man's response, "I would love to lick chocolate from your ssssskin." He licked his lips and Voldemort's pupils dilated with need.
"Yessssss." The hissed syllables made Harry's cock fill with blood as his former nemesis fell to his knees and crawled to Harry. The moment ruined by the pop of the returning elf who squeaked at the display.
"Hot chocolate...my Lord." The elf simpered before disappearing, Harry looked into amused red eyes and he felt a laugh building.
The older man reached up and stroked Harry's thighs that automatically parted as if his touch was the magic word to gain entrance. A smile graced Voldemort's as he moved closer and Harry moaned as the man leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cloth covered cock. Harry's cock strained against the fabric desperate not the break the contact and was bestowed a soft playful nip.
"Fuck!" Harry's hips shot up at the sensation.
Voldemort continued his caresses, pressing hot kiss along the heated shaft and moaning as he breathed in the scent of the young man. Harry bit his lips to hold the whimpers that threatened to escape from his lips. The tongue that had bestowed such torment and anguish now quickly was becoming his addiction.
"More?" red eyes watched with a questioning gaze as those thin lips spoke.
"Please….please…suck me!" Harry almost roared his need, his back arching as the man deftly opened his trousers and freed his rigid erection.
"I do hope that you will return the favour?" Voldemort asked as he softly licked the dripping cock nudging his lips. The pleasure that Harry was experiencing set his body aflame with an overwhelming yearning. An idea filling his head and the vision in his mind was enough to make his cock twitch while spitting pre-come. He sat up and touched his older lover's shoulders, bewildered eyes meeting his fiery gaze.
"Lay down with me." Harry stood, his cock bobbing in the firelight and Voldemort chased it with his mouth, sucking sloppily at the tip. Harry shrugged off his robes and his trousers fell to pool at his feet, the only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fire and the two men breathing heavily. Reaching to caress Voldemort's head, Harry's fingers gently stroked the man's skin and revelled in the feel of his slick tongue making him harder. Determined to fulfil the image emblazoned in his minds eyes Harry pulled away with great effort and almost came at the soft pop that filled the room as Voldemort released his throbbing length. Kneeling before the dark lord, Harry pulled the man into another hot kiss, the taste of himself teasing his tongue as he lapped into the slick mouth.
"Harry." The one whispered breathy word testing Harry's control and he pushed the man to the floor.
Swallowing down his own nervousness Harry began pulling at the man's robe, kissing every newly exposed piece of flesh. For the most part Voldemort lay back and seemed to immerse himself in every soft kiss, his lips spilling with soft exhales of pleasure at Harry's explorations. Harry paused briefly to strip the rest of his own clothes desperate to feel his body against the silken flesh of the writhing man beneath him. Twin moans of ecstasy loud in the room as their naked bodies rubbed against each other, Harry seizing Voldemort's lips in a frenzied kiss. Breaking the kiss, Harry pulled back from the keening man, his red eyes filled with distress and Harry offered a sly smile before moving around so that he was now facing Voldemort's tumescent shaft. His own cock rubbing against those disappointed lips and Harry moaned as the man realised his intentions swallowing Harry down to the base. Heart pounding, Harry tried to mimic his lovers actions and sucked the shaft deep into his mouth, his tongue mapping the velvet skin. They soon fell into a rhythm of sucks and soft licks, the wet sound echoing in Harry's ears. Moaning around Voldemort's cock as the man dipped his questing tongue into the slit of Harry's dripping member.
"Fuck." Harry mumbled and the vibration caused Voldemort to thrust forward slip down Harry's throat, his own whimpers making Harry's balls tighten with anticipation. Harry tried to hold on to his control but the taste of his lover filling his mouth and the warm heady suction of those lips on his own cock pushed him closer to the edge. Falling over the precipice as a nimble digit reached and circled his clenched entrance, once , twice then dipping slightly past the guardian muscle. Harry screamed around the hot length and spilled down the convulsing throat of the older man, his climax sparking behind his eyes. Harry sucked hard on the cock, trying to milk the release from his lover and was instantaneously rewarded with spurts of hot salty come sliding down his throat. His heart rate slowing as his body relaxed from its earth shattering release and both men suckled on the softening lengths, shivering at the feeling of bordering on too much.
"My lord!" a crash filled the room and startled the two men, "Merlin's beard!" Lucius's indignant voice was shrill and the Harry felt his tranquil mood shattered. Harry could feel Voldemort sigh against his skin and looked down into those ruby eyes.
"Lucius…what do you want?" he seemed nonchalant as he spoke and the blond' head was in danger of swivelling off as he looked back and forth between his master and Harry.
"My lord…my…oh Merlin my eyes!" Harry then realised his sated cock was lying limply and in plain sight of the obviously distressed blond. That little voice in his head demanded that he play with the haughty man, Harry stretched and made a show of licking his lips as if chasing a stray drop of come. The effect was immediate, Lucius paled even further and Voldemort quirked an eyebrow at the display.
"What is so important you felt the need to disturb me?" there was a hard edge in Voldemort's voice and this pulled the blond to his senses.
"I came to tell you that I have received a report that Dumbledore is searching for Potter," he looked at Harry, "But clearly he is fine and in your care my Lord."
"Shit!" Harry shouted and began gathering his clothes, "I have to get back," he stopped for a minute, torn between leaving to appease the headmaster and the desire to stay, "I don't want to leave."
"You must," Voldemort turned to Lucius, "Get out!" he pulled Harry into his arms, "The old man must not become suspicious of you."
"I shouldn't want to stay here…why…why do I want to stay?" Harry looked into those haunting eyes and he could not fathom or fight this feeling growing inside him, "You…you killed my parents." The words brimming with unshed tears.
"Harry…look at me," he lifted his head to meet Voldemort's gaze, "Things are not always what they seem," he stroked Harry's cheek and Harry found himself unable to resist leaning into the caress, "We will talk…know this…I mean you no harm," he kissed Harry's lips softly, "Trust no-one…we will talk again soon."
The words washed over Harry and he fought to hold on to anger he knew he should feel being in the arms of his parents murderer but the sense of calm that overcame him pushed aside those conflicting feelings.
"I have to go home for Christmas." Harry said miserably.
"I'm sure you can find a way to manipulate the old man into letting you stay," he smiled at Harry, "Harry…its time you controlled your own life." He kissed Harry downturned lips again and they both began to dress in silence. Harry felt his misery growing as he pulled on his robes, the weight of returning feeling like a coffin closing in on him. Voldemort suddenly engulfed him in an embrace and softly kissed his head.
"I don't want to go back…I hate it." Harry whispered.
"It will be ok…I promise," he lifted Harry's face and they shared a kiss, a kiss that was over too quickly. The crack of apparition like an executioners axe falling and Harry opened his eyes to look at the lake, his heart sinking as he realised he was once again alone.
Sitting at the dining table during dinner, Harry tuned everyone out and his thoughts returned to the fuss that had been made at his so called disappearance. Assuring everyone that he had merely decided to visit Hogsmeade after all and that he had looked for his friends but been unable to locate them. The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes had unnerved him and Harry had been pulled aside after everyone had left the Headmasters office.
"I trust that this will not happen again," Dumbledore gestured for Harry to sit, " I know the eagerness of youth my dear boy," he winked at Harry and he nearly choked on the mouthful of tea, "I do hope that you will more careful…Ginny is a very lovely young lady."
He thinks I snuck off to see Ginny!
"Yes…yes she is." He hoped his shock would be mistaken for being nervous and Dumbledore smiled assuring him that his secret was safe with him.
"Mr Potter." The dark tones made the whole table fall into silence and Harry snapped out of his thoughts. He had expected the potion master to approach him after breakfast and he took a breath to calm his nerves.
"Yes Professor?" Harry was stunned at how relaxed he sounded and he felt the whole table tense as if waiting for the inevitable eruption. For his part Snape didn't even register surprise but Harry thought he saw a minute flicker in those black eyes.
"A word in my classroom…now." With a flourish as he turned he stalked from the room without a backwards glance, Harry picked up his pumpkin juice and slowly finished his drink. The tension and shock building on his table at his nonchalant attitude.
"Harry…you better go." Hermione warned and he rolled his eyes, finishing the last drop of his juice before standing to leave, he shrugged his shoulders.
Harry stood in the doorway of the potions classroom and he touched the necklace that lay hidden beneath his robes, the serpent cool against his skin.
"Potter!" Harry nearly jumped at the tone but he refused to allow himself to be intimidated, knowing he would have to play this very carefully.
"Professor…you wanted to speak to me?" he allowed a soft smile to grace his face as he decided to pretend bewilderment at the professor's request. Snape appeared flustered for a moment then narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry with a look of pure venom.
"You aren't that clever Potter, don't play coy with me," he sneered and Harry swallowed down a bubble of laughter that threatened to emerge, "What stupidity are you attempting boy?"
"Not stupidity Sir," he made sure to purr the word sir and it had the desired effect, Snape blanched, "Just good old fashioned blackmail, Sir."
"HOW DARE YOU!" Harry took a slight step back at the hatred in the man's voice but then steeled himself, assured that this was the right course of action.
"I could always just go and speak to the headmaster about you and…"
"ENOUGH!" he stood with clenched fist looking like his was a moment away for hexing Harry to pieces.
"I won't tell anyone," he waited for the potion master to stop mentally plotting his demise to stop and listen to him, "I won't tell anyone about you and Draco." Snape paled at the realisation that Harry did know the truth about them.
"What do you want from me?" Snape's voice was resigned and Harry couldn't help but smile at this twist of circumstance.
"I need your help," dark eyes widened with shock at the request, the man had clearly expected something more sinister, "I want you to make sure I don't have to go back to the Dursleys."
"Dumbledore will never allow it!" he threw his hands up in frustration.
"I'm sure a man of your cunning could come up with a plan," Harry quirked an eyebrow and felt almost drunk on the power over the man, feeling a little devilish he added, "You play the part so well, how do you handle two masters?" he had played a hunch and judging by the look on the older man's face he was right.
Double agent…playing both sides.
"I have no idea what you are insinuating but I suggest you pick your words very carefully Potter!"
"Oh Professor you really aren't in any position to tell me what to do, I'm not Malfoy," Harry's heart thundered in his chest but his perverse glee burst to the surface, his next words designed to shock, "I won't bend over for you…I will admit he takes your cock like a real pro," Snape looked like he might choke on his own tongue, "How long have you been fucking him…first year?"
"YOU LITTLE…" Harry laughed and the incensed man looked murderous.
"Now now dear Professor let's not start our new understanding on a bad note, shall we?"
"I am not a child molester!" Harry held up his hand and shrugged indicating he couldn't care less either way.
"I don't care who you fuck," he leaned forward over the desk with a smile, his whole body felt alive for the first time and he revelled in this new sensation, "You will help me." Snape glowered before nodding his head quickly and Harry winked at him.
"What is happening to you?" Snape asked quietly.
"I'm taking control of my life…far too many people have manipulated my life," he touched the pendent beneath his robes, "I'm taking what I want for once."
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