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A/N-
This is just a smutty little one-shot. It's also my first attempt at
a sex scene, so I hope that it's not too crappy. Plus, it's my first
story posted on this site, to try and get the formatting right.
Please Read and Review!

This has not been
beta'ed, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Warnings-
Male on Male loving, slash, yaoi, whatever you want to call it.
OOC’ness, smut and fluff.

Disclaimer-
I do not own any part of the Harry Potter universe. This is just
written for fun and no copyright infringement is intended.

“Parseltongue”

Harry
had no idea how he got himself into these situations. What had
started out as a rescue mission for his Godfather, who Harry believed
was being held in the Department of Mysteries by Voldemort, had
quickly escalated into an all-out battle with Harry and his friends
on one side and several Death Eaters on the other. It had turned out
that Sirius hadn't needed any saving in the first place as he wasn't
even present in the Ministry at the time. Several members of the
Order had shown up, including Sirius, and the fight had evened out
somewhat.

Harry
had soon after cut away from the main group of fighters to follow
after Bellatrix Lestrange, despite the frantic calls of Sirius to
just let her go. He was determined that since the Order was now
present that none of the Death Eaters would escape, so Harry rather
foolishly followed Bellatrix back into the Atrium. Before Harry could
catch her though, Bellatrix had disappeared into one of the many floo
stations and was gone. He let out a groan of frustration and turned
to head back down the lift to where the others were still fighting.

He
didn’t get far before a male voice with an undercurrent of
hissing stopped him in his tracks, a shiver going down his spine.

“Going
somewhere, Harry Potter?”

Voldemort.
Crap, the last person that Harry wanted to see at that moment was
standing right behind him. Harry didn’t want to avoid Voldemort
for the reasons that you may think, no it wasn’t because it
would result in a life and death battle, but because of the dreams
Harry had been having for the past few months.

The
ones of Voldemort’s meetings had stopped and new ones that were
very confusing to Harry had taken their place. Several times a week
for the past few months, Harry had been having dreams of himself and
Voldemort together in a very sexual way. He had no idea if the dreams
were just dreams or if they came from an outside source.

The
source of the dreams didn’t really matter right now to Harry
anyway, as the wizard that starred in in them was standing very close
to him. Harry wanted desperately to run or scream, anything at all,
but it seemed that his body had betrayed him, keeping him frozen on
the spot.

Harry
nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a body press up behind his
and a pair of long fingered hands settle on his shoulders and move
down his arms. The hands finally reached his own and deftly plucked
his wand out of them. That action seemed to spur Harry into movement.
He spun around and came face to chest with the Dark Lord. Harry
looked up with wide semi-fearful eyes and met deep crimson eyes that
were full of amusement and no small amount of lust.

Voldemort
locked one arm around Harry while the other tucked the smaller male's
wand in an inside pocket of his robes. He tangled his now free hand
in the short raven locks and tugged Harry's head back, eliciting a
surprised gasp from the boy. Voldemort leaned forward so that his
lips were right next to the Griffindor's ear and whispered to him in
Parseltongue.

“Hello
Harry, I trust that you have enjoyed the dreams that I’ve been
sending you recently.”

Harry
shivered when Voldemort spoke.

“You’ve
been sending those dreams to me?”

Harry
held his breath waiting for the answer. If Voldemort had sent all the
dreams, then he couldn't be completely blamed for his reactions.
However, if some of the dreams did not come from Voldemort...well,
Harry didn't really want to think about what that meant. Harry's
nervousness increased when the Dark Lord let out a chuckle.

“Some,
but you’ve been sending some to me also.”

Well,
there went his idea of hoisting all the blame onto the man that was
currently holding him closer than anyone had before. Voldemort raised
his head from where it was near Harry's ear, and instead had his lips
less than an inch from Harry's.

"I
know what you were thinking Mr. Potter, you were hoping that I was
the sole source of the dreams. Sorry to disappoint you, but you seem
to be just as attracted to me as I am to you."

And
with that, Voldemort’s lips came down on Harry’s. Harry
drew in a surprised gasp and tried to pull away briefly, but soon
gave in when Voldemort pressed his advantage and slipped his tongue
into Harry’s mouth. Harry let out a muffled sound of surprise
that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as the Dark Lord
thoroughly explored his mouth.

Voldemort
himself let out a groan of pleasure as he used his tongue to
leisurely explore and thoroughly mapped out Harry’s mouth and
imagined what that warm and moist cavern would feel like wrapped
around his growing arousal. However, such activities were not a part
of his plans for Harry right now. Voldemort smirked when he felt the
young man in his arms fully relax and give himself over to their
kiss.

When
Voldemort pulled away enough to get a proper breath, Harry was left
trembling and gasping for

breath.
The Dark Lord didn't give Harry a chance to recover before he was
attacking areas on Harry's neck that Harry didn't know could be so
sensitive. Harry gasped and moaned as one of Voldemort's hands moved
to the front of his clothing and started to undo the buttons of his
shirt and pushed the young man‘s cloak off his body and onto
the floor, occasionally stopping to play with his nipples through the
fabric before his shirt was finally open leaving his upper body
exposed to the lustful gaze of the Dark Lord.

Voldemort
let his gaze roam over Harry’s exposed chest and had the mad
desire to map out the lightly toned chest with his hands and mouth.
He smirked slightly as a blush spread across the boy’s body
while under his scrutiny. Voldemort’s smirk grew as he ever so
slowly used the pad of his finger to rub barely there touches over
the flesh surrounding Harry’s nipple, avoiding the peak in the
center. His smirk turned into a grin when Harry began making small
pleading noises and arching into his touch.

“Is
there something you want Mr. Potter?” He asked in a low,
falsely curious voice, all the while keeping his touch feather light
no matter how hard Harry tried to get more contact.

Harry
was nearly at his wits end. He had never know that a touch could feel
so good and be so maddening at the same time! And to top it off, the
infuriating man was going to make him beg for more!

“P-Please...”

“Please
what, Harry?”

“More
please...”

“Mmm,
as you wish Harry, but understand that when I claim you as mine, I
will never let you go.” Voldemort said, all hints of teasing
gone.

Harry
heard the words but they didn’t quite process in his lust
fogged brain. He would agree to anything just as long as those hands
would keep touching him! And so Harry nodded his head as a sound that
Voldemort took as affirmation escaped his lips. Voldemort grinned
wickedly at the young man. He had a feeling that Harry hadn’t
really processed what he had been told. However, the Dark Lord wasn’t
about to do anything that would make the attractive young man in his
arms reconsider the decision.

Harry
moaned in pleasure as those torturous fingers finally started playing
with his nipple again and gasped in surprise when he suddenly found
himself lifted up so that his legs were wrapped around the Dark
Lord’s waist. The moans soon returned though when he felt a hot
and wet mouth close over the opposite nub. Voldemort played with the
rosy buds until they were stiff peaks and Harry was a writhing mass
in his arms. He quickly strode over to fountain that was in the
middle of the atrium and, shaking his wand from where it was hiding
up his sleeve, quickly cast a few spells to keep any unwanted guests
from interrupting them. Not that Voldemort expected to be
interrupted, after all, he had quite a few of his followers down in
the Department of Mysteries keeping the Order and Potter’s
friends busy.

Voldemort
then cast a charm to raise part of the wall surrounding the fountain
so that he could set Harry down and still keep their groins pressed
together. He sat Harry on the raised wall and let his hand wander
down the boys chest to his waistline. He swiftly opened Harry's pants
and slipped his hand in, lightly grasping the young mans member.

Harry
let out a surprised gasp that turned into a moan as the Dark Lord's
hand pumped his aching flesh, occasionally rubbing his thumb across
the head. He soon lost himself in the steady rhythm and found himself
on the edge of orgasmic bliss. However, before he was tipped over the
edge, Harry found himself standing up with his upper body leaning
over the fountain barrier and his pants down around his ankles.
Voldemort's hand was still around his throbbing member, but Harry
yelped when he felt a wand tip breach his entrance and something wet
and cool fill his insides.

“What
are you doing?” Harry managed to gasp out.

“Shh,
you’ll find out soon enough.” Voldemort chuckled in his
ear. “Try to relax now, alright.”

Voldemort
circled his entrance with a finger before pushing it in. He moved the
digit around a bit, pleased to notice that Harry seemed to enjoy the
feeling. Harry tensed up when Voldemort went to add a second finger,
so he increased the speed and pressure he was using on the boy’s
cock while he placed kisses on his back and began searching for
Harry’s prostate. He found it quickly and was pleased when
Harry let out a cry of pleasure and bucked into his hand.

“What
was that?” Harry managed to ask.

“That,
Harry, was your prostate. Do you want more?”

Harry
let out a breathless ‘yes’ as Voldemort lightly ran his
fingers over that spot once again. He began scissoring his fingers,
making sure to brush Harry’s prostate every few strokes.
Voldemort soon added a third finger, stretching Harry’s hole
even more, and still keeping up his assault on the pleasure spot of
his soon to be lover. Once he felt that Harry was sufficiently
prepared, Voldemort remove his fingers and smirked at Harry’s
whine at the loss. He freed his own aching cock and, in one swift
thrust, pushed into Harry’s hot, tight channel.

Harry
cried out in pain, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. Voldemort
stilled after that initial thrust, giving Harry time to adjust to
this slightly larger intrusion. He molded himself against the younger
males back, taking an earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it while
playing with the boys nipples and cock, trying to distract Harry from
the pain. Voldemort planned on keeping Harry in his life and bed for
a long while yet and he didn’t want the young man to associate
sex with only pain.

Voldemort
felt the tension ease out of the younger male’s body as Harry
gave a small thrust of his hips that the Dark Lord took as a signal
that Harry was ready for him to begin moving. He started out with a
slow, easy pace, the groans and moans of pleasure spilling from
Harry’s lips music to his ears. The sounds turned into pleas of
‘more’ and ‘faster’ and ‘please’,
which Voldemort was only to happy to comply with. Soon Harry had no
breath left for words and was left gasping and moaning in pleasure as
Voldemort repeatedly struck his prostate and Harry soon felt his
orgasm approaching.

The
Dark Lord leaned over and hissed in Harry’s ear, “Cum
for me Harry...”

That
was all that Harry needed to push him over the edge and into orgasmic
bliss. He exploded into Voldemort’s hand and went limp in his
arms. Voldemort groaned when he felt Harry’s channel tighten
around him, and after a few more thrusts, he came deep inside Harry
while his mouth latched onto the pale shoulder in front of him, his
teeth biting down hard, leaving a mark on the once unblemished flesh.
He took a moment to catch his breath then pulled out of his young
lover, applying a cleaning charm to them both.

Voldemort
then spelled his own pants back on, while he simply finished removing
Harry’s clothing and then wrapped him his own cloak, banishing
Harry’s clothes which he felt were entirely to mundane for his
young lover. He picked the dazed boy up and held him possessively
against his chest, making sure that almost every inch of his lover
was hidden from view as he wanted to be the only one to see Harry
naked.

He
quickly undid the wards he had placed, but before he did much else
Dumbledore appeared in the Atrium. Dumbledore soon spotted them and
raised his wand, but didn’t cast any spells as he was unsure
who Voldemort was holding in his arms.

“Why
did you come here Tom?” He decided to ask, hoping to gain some
information.

Voldemort
sneered at the use of his muggle name, but decided to answer the old
man’s question anyway.

“I?
I came here to claim my lover and future consort.”

Dumbledore
was shocked, out of all the responses he had expected, that had not
been among them.

“May
I ask who it is?” He asked as calmly as he could.

Voldemort
let out a little snort of amusement before he replied. “What’s
wrong? You don’t recognize your Golden Boy?” He mocked
before all traces of emotion fled from his face. “You loose old
man, Harry is mine now and nothing you can do will change that.”

Before
Dumbledore could reply, Voldemort touched a ring on one of his
fingers and hissed something in Parseltongue that Dumbledore couldn’t
understand and was gone from the Ministry, along with all of his
followers that had been keeping the Order and Harry’s school
friends busy.

The
portkey dropped the pair in Voldemort’s private bedchambers. He
deposited his precious load on the bed where he transfigured the
cloak into a soft pair of black sleep pants and removed Harry’s
glasses, placing them on a bedside table. He would have to get
Severus to brew an eyesight correction potion for his lover soon.
Voldemort ran a hand through the unruly locks of the young man lying
on the bed with such a tender expression on his face that if anyone
had seen him in that moment, they would have been sure that Voldemort
was under the Imperious Curse or that someone had polyjuiced
themselves as the Dark Lord.

After
a moment, he withdrew his hand and left to check on his followers.
Voldemort was pleased to find that there had been no serious injuries
and that no one had been captured. It turned out that they had a few
prisoners down in the dungeons, some of them people very close to his
little lover, including the Granger girl and Longbottom boy plus a
man named Remus Lupin that he found that Harry considered the man a
paternal figure. He ordered that the prisoners be treated well, not
wanting to anger his future consort, and made it clear that if he
discovered that his followers had so much as looked at the captives
oddly there would be hell to pay.

When
the meeting was over, Voldemort went back to his chambers and, after
changing into more comfortable attire, a pair of sleep pants much
like Harry was wearing, and crawled into bed beside Harry. He pulled
the younger male to him and soon fell into a peaceful slumber.

Several
hours later, Harry began to stir. He curled in closer to the warm
body that he was pressed against. Wait? Warm body? Harry tensed and
would have bolted from the bed if it hadn’t been for the strong
arms that held him when the memories of earlier surfaced. He now
realized that he must be in Voldemort’s bed, and that Voldemort
was awake, as his hands were running up and down his back in what was
supposed to be a comforting manner.

“Shh,
Harry, relax. I no longer mean you any harm.” Voldemort said in
a soothing voice.

Harry,
however, was having a hard time believing that. The earlier
activities had been Harry’s first experience with sex with
anyone and it had been with someone who had tried to kill him on
several occasions. He had serious doubts that one round of sex with
an inexperienced virgin was about to change the Dark Lord’s
mind about killing him. Voldemort had apparently picked up on some of
Harry’s doubts if his next statement was anything to go by. He
flipped them so that Harry was pressed into the mattress, his
frightened green eyes staring into his own calm red ones. He brought
up a hand and carded it through Harry’s black tresses as he
tried to calm the panicking boy.

“I
realize that you will have a hard time believing me, but I truly no
longer wish to kill or torture you and haven’t for quite some
time.”

“What
do you want from me now, if not to torture and kill me?”

“That,
Harry, should be obvious.” Voldemort said simply, allowing his
gaze to wander down Harry’s half naked form, causing the young
man to blush.

“Oh.”
Harry said, embarrassed that he had asked such a question. “Umm,
what happened to my friends and the Order members?” He asked,
afraid of the answer he would receive.

“Your
friends and the Order members are alright, if not a little worse for
wear. No one was killed, although a few prisoners were taken.”

“Who?”

“Miss
Granger, young Mr. Longbottom and Remus Lupin are those that were
closest to you that are being kept here for now. Don’t worry
about them. I can assure you that even though they are still in the
dungeons they are not being mistreated in any fashion.”
Voldemort said, but could tell that Harry didn’t believe him.
He pulled the young man up so that he was sitting on his lap, with
Harry’s head resting on his shoulder.

“Harry,
love, I wish to keep you by my side forever. It would be very remiss
of me to begin our new relationship by torturing and killing your
friends and family or having one of my Death Eaters do it for me. We
can go down and have a visit with them, explain things to them,
later. Even allow them to leave, my followers weren‘t really
supposed to take prisoners; just keep everyone occupied.”

Putting
it that way, Harry could understand what Voldemort was doing. After
all Harry would do anything to make the person he would spend the
rest of his life with happy. Just then, the first part of Voldemort's
statement processed in his brain, making his breath hitch and his
heart speed up.

“You
want me, forever?” He asked, looking up into Voldemort’s
eyes, hardly daring to believe that the one thing he wanted above all
else was being offered; fearing that he had misunderstood or that the
Dark Lord would start laughing at him. However, Voldemort just smiled
at Harry, warmth filling his eyes.

“Yes
Harry, forever. As in I will never let you go.” Voldemort said
before leaning forward and capturing Harry’s lips in a fierce
kiss that left the younger male dazed and breathless. “Let me
show you just how much I want to keep you...” Voldemort said as
he pressed Harry’s body back into the bed, laying his larger
body on top of the smaller teens.

He
let his hands roam Harry’s form, exploring more thoroughly than
he had in the Ministry. He smiled into the kiss and let out an
appreciative moan when he felt Harry’s hands reach up and
tentatively explore his back and chest. Voldemort pulled away from
the kiss and started a path down his neck and chest to his young
lovers navel, stopping long enough to remove both of their pants. He
sat up on his knees while Harry propped himself up on his elbows,
blushing at either his own nakedness or Voldemort’s, the older
man wasn’t sure which.

Harry
bit his lip nervously as Voldemort studied his body in greater
detail. Harry allowed his gaze to roam over what he could see of the
Dark Lords body, finding himself quite happy with what he saw. He was
startled out of his lustful thoughts when low, hissing words met his
ears.

“Perfect.
Simply beautiful.”

The
Dark Lord then did something that Harry would never have imagined a
Dark Lord would do. He settled himself between Harry’s legs
and, in one swift movement, took Harry’s member in his mouth
all the way to the hilt. After the initial surprise left, Harry
became lost in the feeling of his cock being sucked rather expertly.
He didn’t notice at first when Voldemort started to prepare him
once again, only becoming aware of that when the Dark Lord started to
assault his prostate.

The
combination of the wet heat surrounding his cock and the stimulation
of his prostate pushed Harry over the edge and he came with a shout.
Voldemort swallowed all of his young lover’s cum and watched
Harry’s face as he slid his still erect member into the
prepared channel with barely a twitch from Harry. Harry came down
from his orgasmic high to the feeling of Voldemort thrusting in and
out of him. He groaned and wrapped his arms and legs around the Dark
Lord, pulling him closer, causing Voldemort's thrusts to become
deeper. Harry moaned loudly as Voldemort’s cock brushed his
prostate, causing his own cock to grow hard once again.

He
reached a hand between their bodies to stroke his member, but
Voldemort pulled his hand away; pinning both his hands above his
head, Voldemort’s larger hand securely holding Harry’s
wrists. Voldemort put his lips right next to Harry’s ear,
smirking at the whine of protest that escaped Harry’s mouth.

“Let
me deal with that love.” He said huskily in Harry’s ear.
“Tell me, who do you belong to now Harry?”

“Y-You...I
belong to you...” Harry managed to gasp out after a moment.

“That’s
right, Harry, you belong to me now...” Voldemort grunted as he
thrust into his young lover.

Harry
was nearly beside himself with the desire to cum.

“Please,
t-touch me, Tom...” They both froze at the use of Voldemort’s
real name. Harry from fear that Voldemort would retaliate in some
way, and Voldemort from shock and the fact that he liked hearing his
birth name spilling from Harry’s lips. Voldemort’s eyes
darkened further and he gave a particularly hard jab to Harry’s
prostate, causing Harry to arch off the bed and let out a loud cry of
pleasure. He let go of Harry’s hands and grabbed hold of the
young man’s cock, pumping the hard flesh, occasionally running
his thumb over the weeping slit.

“Only
you Harry, only you can call me that...”

Harry
gave a relieved smile before pulling his Tom into a kiss. Harry felt
his second orgasm approaching and pulled his lips away from Tom's,
crying out his lover's name as he came hard. Voldemort soon followed
his lover in orgasm, calling out Harry's name. He managed to collapse
next to Harry instead of on top of his young lover.

Voldemort
pulled Harry to his chest and held him close. Harry sighed
contentedly, basking in the moment. He knew that sometime in the near
future, Harry knew that they would have many painful things to
discuss, but at this moment, Harry felt that for once in his life he
had the chance to be truly happy. And nothing anyone did was going to
take that chance away from him.
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