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The Deal With the Devil	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 38452 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The Deal With the Devil

By Speedy Tomato

Summary: In a deal to save his godfather, Harry makes a pact with the one person he never thought he would.

Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter and make no money off this story.

Beta'd by the most wonderful, amazing and stupendous Tenchi. Woman, you are the best and love you for all you do for me!

With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

For Vee; enjoy!

Standing in the deserted play park he tended to frequent when 'home', Harry opened his left hand and looked at the small, clear, marble-like thing in it. Well, it wasn't really a marble, he knew that. And it was more egg-shaped than round. While he knew what it was, of course, and just what it would do, he was nervous about activating it, though. As he had done this before, he knew what was coming from it. Oh, it was worth it, no doubt there, he was just—anxious. That word, however, wasn't exactly accurate either. It was just as close as he could come to what he felt.

Sighing, he looked at the beat up old brush in his other hand, something he knew was the Portkey that would take him away, then he shook his head. It was time to do this. After all, it wouldn't do to anger the person that he was going to see. Stiffening his spine, he pressed his thumb down on the top of the marble-like thing, activating it. Seeing it flash red then start to pulse, he dropped it. It was time. This way no one that was watching him would know he was gone. The 'marble' would mimic his magical signature, something they kept track of to keep an eye on him, and would move around like he would. It would even go 'home' if he wasn't back by a certain time and register him as being in the house for the night. Since he wasn't sure how long this visit would take, it was for the best. He wouldn't have to do this for much longer, hopefully. That part was something he needed to discuss with who he was visiting anyway. There was something he needed to know about that so he could plan for it. Shaking his head, he gave the brush the right squeeze that would activate it, then the familiar tug behind his navel whisked him away.

Landing in the front hall of the decrepit old manor, Harry was just thankful that he didn't go down on his backside like he normally did. He had done this enough by now that he was getting better at it. That was good at least. Sighing, he looked around and waited. He would know he had come in, of course, not only having expected him, but the wards would have alerted him to the fact that someone had Portkeyed in. He jumped slightly when he heard the slightly hissy voice behind him.

“I had hoped that you wouldn't neglect to come, Harry,” Voldemort said, leaning against a doorjamb, arms folded over his chest.

Shrugging, Harry didn't say anything and waited. He knew what was coming, of course, as they had done this a couple times before, but he let Voldemort lead the way. It wouldn't do( to anger the man, of course, so this was for the best.

Lipless mouth turning into something that should be a smirk, he said, motioning for Harry to follow, “Come with me.”

Nodding, still staying quiet, Harry trailed along behind him.

Leading the way then passing through a ward to the part of the manor that was actually refurbished into something nice and livable, Voldemort said, “We have much to discuss, Harry. You know that, though.”

“We do,” Harry said softly, following along. “And I have some information to pass along. It's something you need to know if you want your plan to play out.”

Snorting, Voldemort said, dryly, “Let me guess; Albus plans to release you from your prison sooner than we thought.”

“That's what I heard,” Harry told him honestly. “Within a week if my information is right.”

“We'll deal accordingly,” Voldemort said softly. “Don't worry. I'll bump up my plans. You'll be back with your godfather within a week.” Grinning slightly, something that would frighten most because of his serpentine looks, he added, “And we'll be together as I have planned for. Nothing to fear, Harry.”

Nodding, then realizing the man couldn't see that, Harry said, “Good. You know him and what he's like.”

“I do. He is a persistent pest that likes to try to foil my plans. This time he won't, never fear. I now have you to help, so that doesn't happen. As he would never suspect his golden boy is helping me, it works out quite well.”

“True,” Harry admitted softly. This was still an association he wasn't all that comfortable with, but he was dealing with it.

The year before, when it became obvious that Dumbledore had something big planned for him, Harry and Sirius had put their heads together to come up with something to help. With what was going on, they decided that all the sides in the whole mess were just different shades of the same color. So, the two decided to go with the strongest one. That was Voldemort. It had taken time, but they had managed to come up with some kind of truce. In the end, he would side with the man, deciding the evil they knew and who was transparent about what he wanted was the better way to go, even if it rankled slightly. Sirius—he was now safe from the Ministry. It had looked like he had gone through the Veil to play out that whole bit in the Hall of Prophecy. He hadn't, though. Voldemort had spirited him away to somewhere safe. Here. The man was also working on getting Wormtail into the hands of the Ministry to get Sirius cleared so when this was over his godfather wouldn't have problems.

Giving an internal sigh, he looked at Voldemort's back. This whole bit—it wasn't that easy. Concessions were made. Part of them was what would go on with this visit. It had been like a deal with the devil for him. He would stand by Voldemort's side in this war, becoming like a consort to him. Oh, most wouldn't know it was him of course, as they were going to come up with a different name for him to use and disguise his looks, at least for a time, but he would stand by his side. Again, that was something he didn't exactly like, especially with what he knew of Voldemort, but he would do it. After all, he gave his word. It was just another of those things that he would deal with and adjust to. In time, he would handle it better, then get used to it.

Opening the door to his private study, Voldemort motioned Harry to enter, a self-satisfied look on his face as he did. He truly had a reason to feel that way, of course, and would relish in it. Especially because of the knowledge of what Harry would become. Albus wouldn't know what hit him. That was wonderful and would give him the edge that he needed. It would take time to train the boy, of course, and get him where he wanted him, but he could manage. Well, that and getting him comfortable with his new role. That he could do as well. And would. This visit was part of that.

Harry wasn't comfortable with what he was grooming him for yet, but he was dealing accordingly. All that meant was he had to keep going with what he was doing. All there was to it. That he could do as well. And he would enjoy it as he did. So would Harry. That would just take time to work with.

Stepping in behind the young man, Voldemort shut and warded the door. Oh, he didn't expect anyone would disturb him as the ones in the private wing of the manor knew better than to do that unless they wanted to suffer greatly, but it made Harry feel better. As it was small matter to do that and helped put his new consort at ease, he would do so. Walking over and taking a seat behind his desk, he motioned Harry to come join him.

Though reluctant and nervous, knowing what was coming, Harry walked over and perched on the edge of the desk in front of the man. He then waited to see what he wanted. He assumed he knew what part of it was and anticipated that, but thought there might be more. There usually was, after all.

Grabbing Harry by the wrist, Voldemort pulled him off the desk and had him perch on one knee. Wrapping an arm around him, he let one hand drift under the boy's shirt and rest on his stomach. This was good. Quietly, he said, “I'll take you to visit your godfather when we finish. We have plenty of time after all.”

“Good,” Harry nodded. He missed Sirius and wanted to talk to him. It wouldn't be long before he was around him all the time. He couldn't wait for that and the uncomfortable role he was now in was well worth just that part. Feeling Voldemort's hand under his shirt, he flinched slightly. It wasn't that the touch unnerved him, well, it did a little because of who this was, but he never let that show, it was just that his hands and skin were colder than anyone he had ever met. That always brought on a reaction from him.

Caressing Harry's stomach, Voldemort then pulled him fully back against him. Holding him close, he muttered, “You're fine. You know that, though. Unlike Albus, you know just what I'm doing and planning. I won't trick you. You gave me your word and I'll keep mine as long as you keep yours.” Giving a soft snort, he said, “And we both know you'll keep yours, right, Harry?”

“I will,” Harry told him honestly, leaning back against the man. This was still so strange to him. Oh, he had done it before, of course, but it was odd. Though he was thin, Voldemort felt almost emaciated. It was like you could feel every bone in his body when you leaned against him this way. Then there was the cold. He—Harry didn't know how to describe it. It was something that he always chalked up to the man's serpentine appearance. That extended to his skin as well. Just another thing Harry was growing used to. Looking over his shoulder, he waited to see what was next. He could never judge that. Sometimes he wanted to talk first before pressing on to other things and other times he didn't.

Reaching out, Voldemort ran one long, thin, white, bony finger through the fringe that was on Harry's forehead. After that, he let it trace down the scar he had left on the lad so long ago. Seeing a slight wince from Harry, knowing that still caused some pain, he chuckled softly. “It'll stop soon. Nothing to worry about. I can think of no better caretaker for a piece of myself than you, Harry. Once you're with me all the time, we'll remedy the pain from it. Never fear.” Finger tracing down the boy's cheek, he crooked it then put it under Harry's chin. Tilting his head back, he gazed into those green eyes behind the glasses and smiled. That was unnerving and Harry wasn't used to it yet, but he would grow accustomed to it. After all, he was special in that he got to see it anyway. Others, if they did, feared it, and rightfully so. In Harry's case, it showed him that he was pleased. It was just another thing he would get used to and take for what it was.

Gazing at the man, Harry waited. Voldemort's face, that serpentine look, still unnerved him slightly, the same with the scars on his face. After all, it was associated with so much negative in his life. He was dealing with it though.

Quietly, though tone firm, Voldemort told him, “Touch me.” There was much to cover and go over so they could prepare, but this was one of those times he would put that off until they had some fun. It wasn't pressing, after all, though needed dealt with. Especially if Dumbledore wanted to throw a spanner into the works.

Hand trembling slightly, Harry reached out and put it on Voldemort's face, gently running it down, feeling the slightly cold, rough skin under his palm as he did.

Reaching up and putting his hand over Harry's, Voldemort looked at him. The boy's mere touch was enough to make his cock stiffen. That was good. Over the years, until Black came to him, he hadn't thought of Harry in this role. All he had considered was killing him. This, though, was far more satisfying. And he liked it. Though it had been an impulse, one he didn't know where it came from at the time, he was pleased he went with it.

Pulling Harry's hand away from his face, he turned the boy around to where he was straddling his lap, facing him. Sliding both hands under his shirt, one drifted up Harry's chest while the other slid partially down the back of his pants. That one he didn't let go any further, just resting there. Leaning forward, he kissed Harry, prying his mouth open and letting his forked tongue slip inside. This was good as well. He was also pleased that the only experience Harry had with such things was the one time with that girl. Her—he planned to ensure that she was gone at some point. It annoyed him that she had used his Harry. For that, she would pay.

Shivering as his tongue danced with Voldemort's, Harry leaned forward and wrapped one arm around him. Clutching him tightly, he moaned into his mouth. In the beginning, this was unheard of and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Now, though, it was arousing. His cock had risen and was twitching slightly at the knowledge of what was coming.

Pressing Harry tighter to him, Voldemort kept his mouth locked on Harry's. Thrusting his hips up so Harry could feel his erection, he ground on him slightly. This was good. He could also feel Harry's own hard-on pressing against him. That was even better. It wasn't that long ago that it took time for Harry to rise to occasion because of his nervousness. For him to be hard already showed the progress he wanted to make with him. Most of that would come when Harry was with him all the time, of course, but this was good by him.

Breaking off the kiss, Voldemort slipped his hand out of the front of Harry's shirt and reached up to run his fingers through that messy mop of hair on his head. Eyes locked with the boy, he said, “Undo my robes.”

Nodding, licking his lips, Harry leaned back slightly then began to undo Voldemort's robes with trembling hands. When he got as much undone as he could, he reached out and caressed the pale skin there with both hands. The scars on the man's chest still drew his eyes, of course, as there were so many, the same with the protruding ribs, but there was something that he now found erotic about it. He didn't know why. If he thought about it, it was because of who this was. After all, this was his lover, it was only right that he found him attractive.

Shivering slightly at Harry's light touch, Voldemort let out a hissy moan. Oh, this was good. The boy was the only one ever to produce this reaction from him. And he adored it for reasons he couldn't quite fathom. He, himself, was always apprehensive about being touched because of his past, but Harry was safe. After all, the boy wouldn't harm him. Harry, in his own way, was just as damaged as he was from so much. That helped.

Looking at Harry's face, he watched the expression there as he was caressed. That was good as well. The fear and apprehension that had been there the first few times was gone. Oh, there were still issues, no doubt, but this was better. And it was more arousing. Far more. Though he loved the fear he inspired in others, he didn't want to do so with his lover. No, Harry was the exception. Eyes locked on Harry's face, he said, “Stand up.”

Lifting his eyes to Voldemort's face, Harry nodded then slid off his lap and stood, waiting.

Eyes raking up Harry's thin body, he found himself growing more aroused though he couldn't see anything of Harry's flesh through the clothes. Motioning Harry closer, he then reached up and tugged the boy's shirt off. Tossing it aside, he locked his eyes on Harry's face as he undid the fastenings to the Muggle jeans he wore. When those were tended to, he tugged them down as far as he could. Motioning Harry to finish the job, he waited, watching closely as the boy kicked his shoes off and discarded the jeans and his boxers. This was good as well. The nervous shaking that was present in the past was gone as well.

Reaching out, he ran his finger's lightly over Harry's chest, ghosting over his hardened nipples, grinning as the boy shivered. This was good. Hand sliding downwards, his fingers ran lightly through the small bush of pubic hair then ghosted over Harry's cock. He couldn't help but grin when it twitched under his touch. Grabbing it gently, he stroked it a couple of times, eyes drifting up to watch the expression on Harry's face as he did. That made him smirk. When the boy moaned softly at his touch, he gave a pleased nod. Perfect.

Feeling the cold hands on his cock made Harry shiver, as he always did. It felt bloody amazing though. There was something about it, and that Voldemort was touching him that way, that was an immense turn on. Hands balling into fists, Harry's eyes slid shut as he moaned softly while his cock was stroked. Those bony fingers—they could do something amazing to him.

Smirking as he watched Harry's reaction, Voldemort gave the boy's cock a squeeze then released it. Leaning back, he undid his robes the rest of the way and spread them open, but left them on. Spreading his legs, he then reached out and grabbed Harry's wrist, pulling him back towards him. Guiding the boy, he had him straddle his lap again. Putting a hand on the back of Harry's head, he drew him into another passionate kiss, his forked tongue slipping into his mouth as he did. Holding Harry like that, he picked up his wand with his other hand and summoned the lube. Oh, he was ready to press on, that's for damned sure! When it landed on the arm of the chair, he set the wand aside then opened the jar. Slicking up his fingers with it, he slipped that hand behind Harry. Tracing a finger down the boy's arsecrack, he then tickled it over the pucker there. Feeling Harry shake and the moan that it elicited, he gently slid it in then held it still so Harry could adjust.

Feeling the slight burn at the entrance, Harry shook harder. Oh, it wasn't bad, but it was enough to get his attention. Waiting for that to die down while his lips were still locked with Voldemort's, Harry wrapped his arms around him, clinging tightly. When the burn minimized to the point it didn't bother him, he clenched around the finger as a signal that he was ready to press on.

Beginning to fuck the boy with his finger, Voldemort broke off the kiss and looked into those green eyes. This was good. “Do you like it, Harry?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” Harry moaned out as the finger fucked him, twisting around as it did. It felt amazing because of the combination of sensations.

“Good,” Voldemort said with a pleased grin. Gently, he slipped a second in, scissoring them as he did. “Tell me you like it. Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels bloody amazing and I love it,” Harry whimpered, shivering and shaking from the sensations.

“You belong to me, don't you, Harry?” Voldemort hissed out.

“I belong to you,” Harry panted, grinding on the fingers in his arse. Skin prickling as the now familiar liquid fire seemed to rush through his veins, he could feel his cock twitching from the sensations and he loved it.

“You're my Harry, aren't you?” Voldemort asked as he slipped a third finger in.

“Yours,” Harry agreed with a nod, fingers digging into Voldemort's flesh where they were resting. Eyes sliding shut, he panted, adoring the feeling of those bony fingers in his arse.

“All mine,” Voldemort said, grinning again. Oh yes, Harry was his. The boy had made that choice. And Harry kept his word, unlike most in the world. That was what he wanted. It pleased him more than he could ever articulate. Not that he would do that, though. Maybe someday he would with Harry, but not right now. Now, he would press on as he was.

Fucking Harry harder and faster with his fingers, he relished the sounds it produced from him. The soft moans and whimpers were enough to make his own hard cock twitch madly. Without reaching down to touch himself, he could tell the head of it was wet from his own pre-cum. That was wonderful. Only Harry could produce this reaction. Others in the past—it hadn't happened. They were for relief, nothing more than that. Harry was different—special to him. His Harry. His Harry that he was the first for everything with, aside from the kissing. That he relished. They hadn't gone far in all he wanted to teach Harry, but what they were doing was good with him. Most would come after Harry was with him all the time. He just needed the boy comfortable enough to learn what he wanted to instruct on.

Feeling that already tight arse clench around his fingers and Harry grind down on them as he panted heavily, Voldemort decided that was enough of that. It was time to press on. Slipping his fingers out of Harry's arse, he leaned forward and kissed the boy again, loving how Harry held onto him as he did. This was good. Slipping an arm around Harry's waist, he gave him a squeeze then broke off the kiss. Looking at him, he said, “I want to be in that tight arse of yours.”

Licking his lips, Harry nodded vigorously then waited, resisting the urge to reach down and stroke his twitching cock.

Giving the boy another squeeze, Voldemort then let loose of him and had him stand. Grabbing his wand, he cleared off his desk then backed Harry towards it. Having Harry sit on it, he then got the boy to lean back, braced up on his hands. Spreading his legs, he had him plant his feet on the edge of it, scooting his arse to the edge. Perfect. Reaching out, he stroked the boy's cock a couple of times, grinning at the noises that elicited. Wonderful! “So hard,” he muttered, looking at Harry.

Shaking as Voldemort touched his already almost overly sensitive cock, Harry whimpered softly. He didn't say a word, though, waiting. He would get relief, he knew that, it would just take patience was all.

Stepping back, eyes raking over Harry, adoring what he was seeing, Voldemort summoned the lube. Catching it as it flew in his direction, he set his wand aside then opened the jar. Slathering it on his cock, making sure not to stroke it too much and reduce the urgency he felt, he then set it aside. Stepping up to Harry, he leaned over the desk, putting one palm on it to brace himself then held his hard cock to the boy's tight pucker. Eyes locked on Harry's face, he began to ease it in, waiting for the expression there. That was always wonderful to behold.

Moaning as Voldemort's cock started to slide in, Harry shook at the burn and small amount of pain that accompanied it. It wasn't much and not something he couldn't handle, it was just there was all. As he expected it, he didn't tense up and make it worse. Looking at Voldemort, he panted, fingers clutching onto the desk.

“Good boy, Harry,” Voldemort praised as he continued to slide himself into the boy's tight arse. It felt amazing. So hot and tight. He also reveled in the knowledge that he was the first to do this to Harry. His boy had been a virgin before their first time. No female had even touched him in this way. Absolutely perfect.

Once he was fully into the boy, he stopped, waiting, looking down at Harry. The boy would let him know when the pain and burning subsided and he could continue. However, as he waited, he continued to look down into Harry's face. The expression there was something he loved. Instead of the pain that showed the first couple of times, there was pleasure showing there. Perfect. Leaning down, he followed the urge and kissed his boy again, his tongue slipping into his mouth. Forked tongue dancing with Harry's, he swallowed the moan the boy made.

Reaching up, Harry slipped his arms under Voldemort's robes and wrapped them around the man, holding him close. Kissing him passionately, his body quivered with sensations. While there was still some burning and a minimal amount of pain, he didn't want to wait any more. What he wanted was to feel the man fuck him. Thrusting upwards a couple of times to let Voldemort know he was ready, he shivered at the feelings that produced. There was nothing like this in the whole world and he loved it. The feeling of that cock in his arse, stretching it, made him tingle all over and goose bumps break out on his skin. And he knew it would feel even better as the man fucked him.

Taking what he felt as the signal he needed, Voldemort began to thrust into the tight arse that surrounded his cock. Oh yes, the sensations were amazing. Groaning into Harry's mouth as he devoured it, he began to thrust faster, rolling his hips as he did. Letting his free hand drift up, he wrapped it around Harry's cock and began to stroke it, though slowly. He didn't want his boy to end too quickly. No, he wanted to draw this out, at least a little.

Breaking off the kiss as he found the rhythm he wanted, Voldemort looked down at his boy and hissed, “Oh, Harry, I have so much to teach you when you're with me all the time. This is just the start. You'll learn to use your mouth on my cock and how wonderful it'll feel to have mine on yours. How it'll feel to have me lick you all over. So much else to learn and explore with each other.”

Panting heavily, looking up at Voldemort, Harry tried to envision what he was talking about, adoring the images it brought to mind. They were—bloody hell, they were arousing as hell. “Yes,” he hissed out, grinding down on the cock in his arse. He wanted Voldemort to move faster, to fuck him harder.

“What do you want, Harry? Tell me,” Voldemort asked, looking down at Harry, adoring the expression on his face and how Harry held onto him. This was wonderful, just what he wanted.

“Harder. Faster,” Harry panted out, grinding down as hard as he could. The inferno that had built inside him was making his whole body throb and a slick sweat cover him.

Doing what the boy wanted, Voldemort was panting heavily himself. Oh, this was wonderful. Hand moving faster on Harry's cock, he kept his eyes locked on Harry's face. Of all of this, the expression on the boy's face as he enjoyed what he was doing to his body was almost as arousing as everything else. Harry was learning to let himself go with him. Wonderful. “Who do you belong to, Harry?” he hissed out, rolling his hips again and grinding into that tight arse.

“You,” Harry panted, cling to Voldemort. “I belong to you.”

“You're my Harry, aren't you? All mine,” Voldemort hissed, thrusting harder and faster, hand moving quicker on the boy's cock.

“All yours,” Harry agreed, whimpering softly. Feeling that bony hand stroking his cock faster, Harry thrust up into it. Though the sensations were amazing, something that seemed better each time they fucked, he wanted to cum. His balls were starting to throb madly. Shivering, he muttered a soft, “Please!”

“Please what?” Voldemort asked, panting himself. Oh, he knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Harry say it was all.

“I want to cum,” Harry moaned. “Please!”

Hand moving more rapidly on Harry's cock, starting to wring the head of it as he did, Voldemort fucked him harder and faster. Panting himself, body slick with sweat, he said, “You're going to cum for me.”

“Yes!” Harry groaned out, arching up slightly, arse clenching around the cock buried deep in it. Oh, bloody hell, this was amazing. Shaking madly, he stiffened up as that inferno grew and his balls drew up. An intense tingling spreading through his body, he moaned out his lover's name then came, cum splattering on Voldemort's chest. Eyes rolling back in his head as his body pulsed and rocked, he shook madly at the sensations, seemingly unable to relax as he rode out the waves coursing through his body.

Moaning loudly as that already tight arse clamped around his own throbbing cock, Voldemort grunted as he continued to thrust into the body below him. Teeth gritted, he hissed loudly then came, hips continuing to thrust as his own orgasm washed over him, body shaking from the intense pleasurable sensations. This was wonderful!

Coming down when the sensations finally ebbed, Harry lay there panting heavily, eyes shut, body still tingling slightly. Continuing to hold onto Voldemort, he grinned a little. This was wonderful.

Head hanging forward as the pleasurable sensations finally ceased, Voldemort slipped one arm under the boy below him and pulled him to his body, holding him close. With his other hand, he stroked Harry's sweaty hair as his deflating cock slipped out of his boy's arse. “My Harry,” he muttered softly. There was much to do and go over yet, but it could wait. This was something there was time for as well and he planned to indulge.

“Yours,” Harry muttered, smiling as he clung to Voldemort. And, for the first time since making the deal, he meant it and decided that he liked it. Yeah, this was good.
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