This Could Be The End Of Everything

Authors Note: This chapter contains my first sex scene (of either slash or het) so I would love to hear your thoughts on it and how you think it could be improved. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank my wonderful beta readers carlee waldrop and WendyinOH.
Disclaimer:The quote used in the chapter is from the song 'A Wonderful World' by Louis Armstrong. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Part One…

“I see skies of blue and clouds of white
Bright blessed days and dark sacred nights
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.”
- ‘What A Wonderful World’ by Louis Armstrong


Harry knew instinctively that it was another one of those dreams. The ones where Lord Voldemort insisted that he called him Tom. The ones where Voldemort tried to seduce him and he tried to seduce Voldemort back. Harry had known from the beginning it was a dangerous game that they were playing, but it hadn’t stopped him. It had been going on for months now, neither of them managed to keep the upper hand for long. It had been fun, but he was beginning to wonder if Hermione was right. That maybe he should end it whilst he could. Get out without it costing him anything. “Hello Harry” came the familiar purr of Tom’s voice behind him, and the familiar warmth of his arms as they were wrapped around his waist.

Harry found himself grinning as he replied; “Hullo Tom.” He lent back against the solid warmth of Tom and let himself relax into the embrace. He shivered as Tom placed a kiss just below his ear.

Turning in Tom’s embrace Harry shifted onto the balls of his feet and kissed Tom, absently wishing he was slightly taller. Tom pulled him closer against his body and Harry could tell that Tom was as glad to see him as he was to see Tom. Harry smiled into the kiss and ground his hips against Tom’s making the other man groan. Harry drew back slightly and tilted his head to look up at Tom, “You seem to be very relaxed,” he remarked. Tom groaned and kissed Harry, who drew back just as their lips brushed. “One would think that you were planning something and it was going well.”

“You want to fish for information, do you Little Snake-Speaker?” Tom purred leaning in and licking along the length of Harry’s throat before nipping his ear lightly, then he ground his hips against Harry’s forcefully catching the gasp as he lent in and captured Harry’s lips with his own. He kissed Harry until he was breathless and whimpering then Tom drew back, smirking, breaking all contact with the younger man. “So you want to know what I’ve been up to. Well…” He turned and walked to the bed, sitting down on the edge looking thoughtful and ignoring Harry’s pout. “I’m not sure I want to ruin the surprise. You’re right though, everything is going to plan so far although… there have been a few complications along the way.”

“T-om!” Harry whined moving towards the bed and his lover, not really paying attention to what was being said. He scowled seeing Tom’s smirk widen and pushed him back against the bed, moving to straddle him. Looking down at him Harry pouted, “That wasn’t very nice,” he chided, a smile tugging at his lips as he realised he’d fallen into the trap. “How very Slytherin of you,” he remarked leaning down and kissing Tom lightly. “Utterly, completely, superbly Slytherin.” He said punctuating each word with a kiss.

Tom grinned; “But of course,” he retorted, Harry rolled his eyes. That was all the distraction that was needed for Tom to switch their roles. Before Harry could say anything Tom bent down and captured his mouth in a searing kiss, his hands slipping under Harry’s T-shirt to glide along the warm skin. Harry’s fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. The broke the kiss to remove the offending articles of clothes, depositing them on the floor near the bed.

Pinning Harry’s hands above his head Tom placed a kiss on the corner of Harry’s mouth before moving onto the skin on Harry’s neck, leaving a mark, every now and then lightly grazing his teeth against the skin. Harry whimpered and wriggled beneath him but made no move to get away. Tom grinned coolly, but the look was swept away when Harry drew his leg against Tom’s thigh. Tom drew back and grinned down at Harry deciding that he’d had enough of foreplay. With a wave of his hand their clothes were gone; Harry pouted below him his eyes dancing. “Getting impatient Tom?” he purred. Tom growled in response, as Harry flipped them over and began placing wet open mouthed kisses down his chest and stomach. Tom rose up on his elbows to watch as Harry took his erect penis in his hands; he bit back a gasp and continued to watch Harry through his lashes. At first the touch was light, ghostly, until gradually it became firmer. Tom shuddered as Harry lightly glided his tongue along the underside and then took the tip into his mouth. Looking up, Harry caught and held his gaze as he began to swallow him completely.

Tom blushed beneath the heat of Harry’s gaze, and hated it. No one had ever been able to affect him quite the way Harry did ever since they’d started the little game between them. The Gryffindor was much more dangerous than he seemed, but Tom refused to be beaten. He gasped as Harry blew lightly across his erection and looking at him, he noticed Harry was gazing back, looking bemused. “Pay attention Tom,” he chided, causing a frown to appear on Tom's face. Chuckling, Harry moved forward and kissed him. He drew back eyes dancing, “If you’d rather, we can stop…” he remarked softly. Tom pulled Harry down towards him and snogged him, twisting so that he pinned Harry beneath him. He drew back and Harry grinned up at him, “I’ll take that for a no, Mr Riddle.” Harry opened his mouth to say more but Tom got there first and kissed him determined to distract him. Harry grinned into the kiss, returning it enthusiastically, his hands following the curve of Tom’s back from shoulders to just before the curve of the bottom began.

He sighed feeling the familiar coolness of Tom’s hands caress his erection, and then sink lower to dance along his arse hole. He whimpered as a finger danced along the surface. Tom drew back and reached for a familiar container, he drew off the lid and dipped a couple of fingers inside. Tom drew back and smirked at him; Harry felt a finger probe at his arse hole and then gently push into it. Harry watched Tom through an increasing haze of desire as he manipulated and stretched him, “Please? Tom?” he gasped. The Slytherin’s smirk widened and he curled the three fingers that were inside of Harry making him gasp and fall limply back as the pleasure washed over him. He wasn’t aware enough to notice Tom withdraw his fingers and to slowly begin to push his cock in. Harry moaned as Tom filled him, his eyes rolling “Fuck” he gasped struggling to gain control of himself.

“I certainly plan to,” Tom purred in his ear as he drew himself out almost to the tip and then thrust himself back in. When he was completely within Harry he reached down and caressed Harry’s prick, watching the different expressions flitter across Harry’s face.

“Fuck me Tom,” Harry hissed almost slipping into Parseltongue. “Fuck me, fuck me hard and fast, old man.” Growling at the last remark Tom proceeded to do exactly what Harry had told him to do.