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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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hey guys...its come to my attention that when i put this chapter up it decided to replicate itself...like a million times. So here we go i've reposted it.
Harry heaved again, the sweat pouring from him as he stumbled into the potions classroom. His vision blurring and his head swam, every inch of his body torn between burning and aching.
“Harry…what’s wrong?” Ron’s concerned voice barely registered as he felt like he was out of his body, the darkness threatening to consume filling his vision and the last sight was of an equally pale, sweating Malfoy.
The crackling of the fireplace making Harry open his eyes, the smiling visage of Voldemort making his heart skip.
“I’m asleep?” Harry asked.
“Unconscious,” he smiled at Harry, “I must say I’m impressed with your plan…very clever.”
“Even though I’m blackmailing Snape?”
“Ahhh Severus, it will do him good to get used to taking orders from you.” Harry was confused by the statement as was about to ask when Voldemort descended and devoured his mouth in a bruising kiss. Harry allowed the older man to dominate the kiss, his tongue tangling wetly as the dark lord mapped the coral of his mouth.
His body aflame with desire and he moaned into Voldemort’s mouth, the older man deepening the kiss, robbing Harry of his very breath. The heat in the room rising as Harry’s libido increased his cock diamond hard and trapped in the confines of his now tight trousers.
“Mmmm my Harry,” the words murmured as their lips broke apart to grab lungful’s of needed air, “You’re mine.”
“Yes…yesssss” Harry hissed and their lips met again, Harry licking along Voldemort’s kiss swollen bottom lip. Narrow fingers moving all over Harry overheating body and his skin felt hypersensitive to the touches. Harry found his body pushing up to meet those questing fingers desperate for the contact. Every cell alive with desire and his flesh called out for the wandering fingers to take him harder. His dark lover sensing the need within him pressed his fingers deeper pulling a deep moan of pleasure from Harry’s mouth, he was shocked at the level of intensity he yearned for.
“Yessss.” That one hissed word pulling a soft groan from Voldemort’s lips as he reached up to pinch at one of Harry’s puckered nipples, twisting sharply and the pain translated to pleasurably path to Harry’s swollen shaft.
A whispered word from the dark lord’s mouth and Harry found he was gloriously naked. He arched his back to encourage the older man to take what he wanted from his young body. Harry’s heart thundered in his chest and he struggled to get his breath as wave after wave of carnality washed over him. Deep, buried cravings bursting to surface and Harry closed his eyes silently begging for more.
“Shall I take what I want?” Voldemort breathed the words into the throbbing pulse on Harry’s neck, “Should I mark this pretty flesh…brand you as mine?” Harry’s brain nearly overloaded at the question, his heart and mind screaming at him to beg yes, to give himself body and soul to his dark lover.
“Mmm…such soft young skin…to mark…with a paddle? A cane?...a whip?” Harry keened at the words and his cock spat pre-come at the thought, a soft laugh filling his ears and his lips were seized in a fiery kiss.
“Anything…please…please.” Harry begged, stunned at the need evident in his own voice and he gave up struggling with the hungers that pled to be released.
“A safe word, my love,” Harry looked into the sparkling red eyes and saw desire mirrored in the gaze, “I want you to be able to trust me.” Harry saw the earnest truth in the words and he pressed a softer kiss to Voldemort’s mouth.
“Quidditch.” Harry murmured and his lover smiled with amusement before leaning down to bite Harry’s right nipple hard, Harry keened wallowing in the intense sensation.
Harry closed his eyes and part of him wondered at the need that seemed to be growing within him. He felt like he was letting go of a something, part of himself that had long denied what he truly yearned for. His heart skipped and the feeling of lightness was almost tangible as he surrendered to his subconscious wants. His thoughts brought back to the present as he was flipped onto his stomach, hot breath at the nape of his neck as those narrow fingers scored their nails across his back marking his skin and leaving a trail of fire that made Harry whimper. The whimpering morphing into a heartfelt moan as Voldemort traced the marks with his tongue stopping at the base of Harry’s spine.
“Mmm” he hummed against Harry’s skin and Harry lifted his hips earning a sharp nip to his left buttock, the bite then soothed with that agile tongue.
“Fuck!” Harry shouted, biting his own lip as Voldemort parted his buttocks and he felt that agile tongue lap at his entrance, his breath stuck in his chest.
The sensations of his entrance being kissed lewdly and with gusto made Harry’s face flame with embarrassment. Voldemort lapped harder and the point of his tongue breached Harry’s clenching tunnel drawing a loud wail of pleasure. Harry moaned and undulated desperate for some friction on his rigid length.
SMACK!
Harry froze as his body translated the pain of Voldemort’s hand hitting his arse cheek, a heat blooming and he thought he could almost feel the smile on his older lovers face as he continued to map inside Harry’s body with his tongue.
SMACK …SMACK!
These hits alternating both sides and Harry couldn’t breathe at the sensations setting him on fire. The pain radiating up his spine and ignited his lust further, his cock dripped steadily onto the floor beneath him.
SMACK
SMACK
The hits were sporadic and Harry couldn’t second guess where they would alight on his flesh. The anticipation making his heart pound and his mouth dry as he whimpered. He thrust his hips back craving his lover’s tongue deeper inside him, torn between thrusting back or away from the hits. He imagined that the heat from his reddening buttocks was making the room hotter.
“FUCK ME!” He screamed, his body consumed with the heat building inside and his balls tightened threatening to spill. Voldemort pulled back, pacing several more smacks on Harry’s tender skin and Harry was just about to beg again he felt his lover’s rock hard cock filling him in one swift thrust.
Harry tried to catch his breath from the sudden pleasure pain feeling of being opened up, his body clenching around the solid length. A soft hissing sound falling from his red eyed lovers lips echoing loudly in his ears and Voldemort began a punishing pace. Thrusting to the hilt and Harry screamed at the pain bloomed on his abused buttocks, his lovers hips snapping quickly. Harry’s body grasping him tightly as he pulled partially out before slamming back inside making them both moan. Strong fingers grasped Harry’s hair and pulled him back, arching his back in a bow as he fucked him hard. The slick sound of flesh on flesh drowning out their twin moans of ecstasy. Harry the first to succumb to the overwhelming need for release and he howled as his balls emptied, the climax bordering on painful in its intensity. His cock spurting again weakly as Voldemort’s thrusts tapered to tiny sharp nudges against his prostate and Harry moaned as he felt his lover spill inside him.
“Harry…my love…my Harry.” Those words whispered in his ears made his heart burst.
“Love you.” Harry whispered.
“Harry…I lov…”
The smell of disinfectant assaulting his nose as he opened his eyes, shocked to see the sneering face of Professor Snape, the floating face of the headmaster glowing in the nearby fireplace. Harry wished he could close his eyes and be back in the arms of his lover.
“Ahhh Mr Potter, back in the land of the living.”
“Now Severus, the poor boys are very ill,” Harry turned to see the pasty white face of Malfoy as he heaved into a bowl, he almost smiled at the blond’s distress but then his own stomach threatened to revolt, “Harry… I’m afraid that you won’t be going home for Christmas, “ Harry tried not to shout with relief but merely let out what he hoped was a heartfelt sigh, “ You and Draco both have wizard pox, “ Draco spluttered and Harry was impressed with the piece of acting from Malfoy as the blond pleaded to be allowed home, “I’m very sorry boys but due to how contagious it is,” he looked at Severus , “You will be staying in Professor’s Snape’s quarters.” Harry’s allowed his face to register shock and alarm at this development, he secretly smiled to himself as Dumbledore assured both of them it would be necessary while they recovered. Severus moved to the other room to continue the discussion with the headmaster, leaving both boys to regard each other with quiet disdain and trepidation.
“Here,” Draco snapped handing Harry a vial of serene green potion, “It helps counteract the other potion,” Harry nodded and downed the contents, grimacing at the foul taste, he opened his eyes to look at the stunned surprise on the other boys face, “Wow you trusted me,” Harry’s heart stopped for a second and Draco laughed at his expression, “It wasn’t poison.” The blond lifted his own vial and swallowed the greenish liquid.
“it’s rank,” Harry offered his opinion and Draco shuddered his agreement, “So you and Snape?” grey eyes narrowed at him and Harry threw up his hands in placation, “Not judging you.” Draco visibly relaxed and lay back in the bed next to Harry’s.
“It’s none of your business,” he closed his eyes and Harry assumed that was the end of the chat, surprised when the blond sighed and continued to talk, “Have you ever been in love?” Harry’s stomach flipped at the thought and he tentatively nodded his head, if Draco was surprised he made no comment, “I think that I love him.” The last words were whispered as if the blond was frightened to say them out loud.
“Does he know?” Harry asked, Draco shook his head and Harry found himself feeling some sympathy for him.
“Nobody knows about us,” Draco bit his lower lip, “Do you know how hard it is to keep loving someone a secret?”
There was a moment of stunned clarity in which he realised that in some respects he and Draco were in a similar situation. Harry was tempted to reveal his own secret but Draco took his silence as some sort of judgement and he began to become snappish.
“Well…yeah you wouldn’t understand, bloody Griffindors…I suppose everyone knows that you and the ginger bint are going to have your happily ever after!” Harry was confused for a moment before he realised what Draco was implying and he laughed, shocking the blond into silence.
“I’m not with Ginny,” he chuckled and shook his head with amusement at everyone assuming he would be with her, “I like men, Draco.” grey eyes widened with shock and Severus chose that moment to stalk back into the room.
“Draco?” there was a look of concern in the potion master’s eyes at the dumbfounded expression on his young lovers face.
“He likes men!” Severus quirked an eyebrow at this revelation and looked at Harry for confirmation, Harry shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head.
“Mmm well that is an interesting fact,” the rich tones of the potion master seemed amused, “I assume that this is the reason for this subterfuge, “ Harry quirked his own eyebrow earning a hint of a smile on the older man’s face, “So young Potter, which professor are you having illicit relations with?”
“It’s nobody here,” Harry smirked and Draco went even paler, his eyes comically round as he began to splutter, “What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“Oh…oh…that’s why my father contacted me,” he looked at Harry with revulsion, “Merlin Potter….MY FATHER!” Even Severus looked speechless and Harry struggled to maintain his composure and the devil on his shoulder came out to play.
“Your father and I love each other very much,” Draco appeared that he might faint, “You both should understand…the sex…oh Draco the sex is mind blowing,” Severus’ eyes narrowed and Harry tried not to smirk, “I know I shouldn’t say but he does this thing with his tongue that makes me…”
“Enough!” the potion master’s voice was sharp and Harry smiled, Draco was fighting not to hyperventilate.
“I feel sick.” Draco whimpered and Severus glared at Harry, his eyes clearly informing that he knew he was lying. Harry huffed and muttered about snarky potion masters being no fun and reached over to pat Draco on the head to get his attention.
“I’m kidding…as if,” he turned to Severus and stuck out his tongue, stunned when the stoic man laughed, “Draco,no offense but your father…ewww…too high maintenance for me.”
“Who?” Draco asked and Harry was bewildered by the question, “Why would my father intervene and tell me to be nicer to you?” Severus could see the cogs turning and the potion master looked at Harry with awe.
“Voldemort.” Harry whispered and silence greeted the one word.
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