Subitus Vices

Subitus Vices – Unexpected Events

Soft purple petals gentle swayed in the light breeze as the morning sun made its way over the hills, the nocturnal flower enjoying its last moments of darkness before dawn broke through. In small groups at a time, the small patches of these exotic flowers closed to protect their sensitive centers from the fast approaching sun; like the sleepy eyes of the youngest person that lay among them.

Pale limbs unconsciously shifted closer as the soft sun rays washed over them, warming bare skin slightly and causing sensitive eye lids to scrunch up softly and turn away, not welcoming of such an early wake up call.

Long fingers threaded themselves into long unruly dark hair as other fingers bushed against soft skin on the underside of sensitive thighs, which absently moved closer to the lean hips they were draped either side of to retain more body heat as another morning breeze caused skin to prickle with goose bumps.

Lazily running hands up to rest over the others shoulders, Harry sleepily nuzzled into the warm surface below him, not being able to remember a time when he felt so comfortable and content. His sleep bogged mind wondering if they had decided to charm the mattresses in the boys’ dorms to feel like heaven. Creaking open one eye, he quickly closed it as the bright rays flooded it and burned.

Bringing a hand up to rub away the sleep from his eye, he tried again, getting the other eye open as well with a few more sleepy rubs to coax it as he noticed the soft but hard flat chest under his hands as he tried to push himself up along with a hand that fell from where it was nestled in his hair, moving seemingly of its own accord to his hip.

Also the fact that everything was blurred at best.

Out of habit he began patting around for his glasses while his brain slowly tried to process any reason why he might be on top of someone, especially a guy.

He paused his search for a slight terrifying second, as his brain came up with an image of Snape; reminding him that he had been seeking out the potions master for his help.

Quickly dismissing the thought until it was proven - or not as he hoped – Harry found the metal frames near his leg where he soon realized that they were both naked, apart from his cloak; that had been bunched around his hips. His teenage mind jumping to the most likely situation as he pushed the well used glasses into place on the bridge of his small nose and……

Immediately prayed to god that he was wrong.

His entire body freezing in shock as he stared down in terrifying horror at the sleeping person who has made his life the hell it is. He barely even dared to breath as fear gripped him like no other time he had faced this man.. faced Voldemort in all his snake nosed, scaly skinned, bald headed glory.

He wished it had been Snape after all.

Silent tears began to fall without his notice as his brain struggled to come up with a way this could have happened and how to get away alive. There were no friends to save him here, no Sirius to come and tell him it would be okay with the government keeping him in hiding…. No Dumbledore to fight this evil away… he was completely on his own in a situation he had never been in before, a situation he didn’t want to admit to himself, even though all the signs pointed to it.

His body trembled as he pushed under he glasses to wipe at his damp eyes, his mind deciding that the best way to get out of this was to try and get away quietly before he wakes up.

Slowly tensing his shaky muscles to climb over the dark lords sleeping body unnoticed, he carefully pushed upwards..

But with a loud yelp of pain, he fell back down again as tears rolled down his cheeks for an entirely different reason; he griped the soil above the dark lords’ shoulder to brace his body from falling too heavily on the other as hot pain shot up his spine. Slapping a hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop the sounds of his heavy gasping reach the dark lords’ ears, his early thoughts became apparent as Voldemort groaned beneath Harry, arching his back for a moment and sleepily moving himself deeper into his unknown partner.

His back arched forward of it own accord in response, while he screwed his eyes closed and forced more pressure on his hand to stifle a groan.

He felt something inside of him…. confirming his worst nightmare. He had betrayed everyone because of something he could barely remember, but there was no getting away from it because it was inside of him..

The dark lord dragged Harry from his thoughts as his arms wrapped around him, pulling him flush against his hard chest and rolling them onto their sides, effectively trapping Harry’s leg under his enemy and breaking his remaining hope of escape as his efforts to roll away were quickly stopped and his thigh was gripped in a firm hold.

He had mistaken the dull throb of his muscles to be the familiar pain from his abuse at the Dursleys and only just realizing that if felt completely different. This pain made him feel satisfied when he relaxed, like the dull ache of exercising for hours, it made him feel good inside… but right now all he wanted to do was hide away from the world and die. How could anyone take him back now that he had slept with the dark lord, he was used goods now and worthless because you can’t have a savior that sleeps with the enemy.

Even in his sleep, voldemort seemed to be fully aware of his movements, as he seemed to snuggle closer, his arms wrapping further around Harry pulling him against him.

Harry just wanted to cry… so he did.

He couldn’t stand being so close to someone who had made his life so miserable, who had taken away his chance to have a normal life by constantly being a threat and everyone expecting him be the hero and save them. He was just a teenager; he wasn’t supposed to have been face to face with a dark lord, …. he should be an insignificant person that Voldemort should never know the name of.

He was past caring as he timidly hung on to the older man, quite sobs making his body shake. He didn’t care if the dark lord killed him now, at least his life wouldn’t get any worse.

Caught up in his own thoughts, he barely noticed the subtle shift of the body next to him until a soft groan sounded from above him, making him instantly tense up and his uncaring thoughts suddenly turned to fear.

A hand threaded itself back into his hair and he felt the other man nuzzle softly into his dark locks, while Harry felt more and more relaxed.

I deserve to feel a few minutes of comfort without guilt if I’m going to die anyway; he told himself as he timidly placed a hand on the back of the older mans shoulder, relaxing into the embrace. The warm cuddle lasted for the few minutes it took for the dark lord to process the situation before the inevitable happened.

The grip on his hair tightened as it was dragged back, forcing Harry to look up into the red eyes of Voldemort with a surprised cry of pain as the youngers’ hands quickly coming up to at least lessen the pain in his scalp.

Wincing as the grip on his hair tightened further, Voldemort quickly scanned his features, his eyes settling where Harry knew was his legendary scar.

“Harry Potter” the voldemort stated darkly as his face seemed to express his displeasure at his name, before his expression changed to confusion as his eyes traveled downward.

His eyes snapped up to the still wincing boy before Harry let out a surprised yelp as he found himself on his back in a very uncomfortable position; the older mans’ arms were under his shoulder blades, one hand still gripping his hair as he leaned on his elbows, forcing Harry’s back to arch uncomfortable like a bow, with a scowling dark lord looking down at him.

“Stop moving!” he found himself blurting out, once again setting the older man off guard.

“What are you talking about, I’ve only just woke up you little brat. And what the hell are you playing at, is this some sort of trick?” anger was evident in the dark lords voice, but it didn’t stop him from emphasizing his question by pulling himself halfway out and thrusting back inside harshly.

Biting his lip to stop the sound that wanted to erupt from the sensations running through his body, he wrapped his legs tightly around the others waist to hopefully stop him from moving again. “I didn’t think a dark lord would move about so much in his sleep” Harry snapped back in retaliation, but feeling exhausted from everything that had happened in such a shot time he just sighed at the scowl he received from voldemort, he answered “I have no idea how we got here, I got some help from Snape late last night, then woke up on top of you. I was perfectly happy to just get up and walk away – if I could – and just leave you to whatever you’re planning but then you just started moving around!”

“Help? I thought Severus didn’t like you that much” the elder asked with curiosity.

“He doesn’t but … I don’t need to tell you. Look, are you going to kill me or not? I’m suffering enough just being here” he said, locking hard green eyes with his enemy.

“Harry, just tell me, I’m going to find out anyway. Plus” he added with a slight smirk “I’m quite comfortable here” he emphasized how comfortable he was with a particularly deep shallow thrust, but moved his forearms from under Harry to give him some comfort as well.

“Mmmhmmm…s-stop doing that…. I .. had a problem with my animagus, skin peeling early, very painful…. I went to S-Snape and he helped me get it off and he got to keep the scales he collected, happy!” he snapped, quite frustrated that voldemort wasn’t just getting the killing over with, and taking advantage of the situation.

Ignoring Harry’s plea, his eyes glazed over in thought for a second. “Your animagus is a snake?” at the youngers’ tired nod he continued. “But that usually only happens if your harmed physically and this is the first time I’ve been near you since the end of last year”

Harry gave a short tired laugh “You think you’re the only person to cause me harm in my life?”

“I’m not?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, a slight edge to his voice that Harry couldn’t figure out.

“No, everyone thinks the same. They think I go back to a life of luxury every summer because of whatever happened when I was one and now everyone thinks I’m crazy for saying that your back again.” He answered turning his head away from the red eyes as the grip on his hair loosened, unconsciously rubbing the back of his hand; something the dark lord didn’t miss.

Grabbing the hand, the dark lord looked at the back to see the words clearly inscribed there.

“What the hell is this Harry!” the emotion seeming to leave his voice as he turned Harry’s head to face him again “Who did this?”

“I did, it’s the way the ministry is stopping Hogwarts kids from speaking about you, you should be happy”

At voldemorts’ raised eyebrow he explained about the ‘special pen’. “I’m not happy about it, I want people to fear me because of what I have done, not the ministry, why do you think I became a dark lord?”

“Power? Why else?”

“Yes power but other reasons that even you might have in my situation….”

“What?” Harry asked when the dark lord suddenly fixed his gaze on something over his shoulder.

“The little bastards!” voldemort exclaimed as he pressed himself against Harry to reach for something behind him.

Pulling his hand back, Harry saw what looked like a deep purple flower, like a rose that hadn’t bloomed. “I think we’ve found our problem”

“What is it?” Harry asked, having never seen it in any of his potions or herboligy classes.

Voldemort smiled, which didn’t make his face as grotesque as Harry had thought “This little bugger, is a very mischievous little nocturnal plant, which has a strange defense mechanism to make the ‘attacker’ forget all about it, since these are very, very rare. I haven’t seen them outside of Hogwarts grounds actually”

“What does it do?”

The older man smiled wider before tweaking the head of the flower slightly.

Suddenly Harry realized that he was moaning as a forked tongue was battling with his own and his knees were now hooked over the older mans elbows as more of those new sensations washed through him from the olders’ thrusting inside of him. He barely noticed that the dark lord wasn’t copping much better as he moaned and hissed nearly as much as harry.

As they released and clasped in a heap, Harry noticed something.

“Its that smell, I remember it from last night in my animagus form” he said panting as a spicy and soothing sent drifted past his nose.

“That would be their defense” he commented panting equally as hard. “Well I suppose I won’t kill you after all, since I’ve had the best night I’ve had for the last few decades thanks to you” he said with a grin.

But Harry didn’t find it very funny.

In fact, it made him feel worse than he had in a long time.

His eyes began to heat up again, as he pleaded “Just.. just go away.. please just let me go”

At this Voldemort’s grin quickly faded and he moved back from him, as Harry found his cloak and pulled it around him self to cover his naked form, feeling exposed.

Quickly moving to stand, Harry soon remembered his trouble earlier as pain shot through his leg muscles and backside from over use.

He was surprised when he was caught by the dark lord and pulled into his lap.

“Harry?” the voice was soft in his ear with a resounding his that was distinct to parseltongue.

“w-what?” he asked back.

“This was your first time wasn’t it?”

Shrinking back from the question, Harry buried his head in the now clothed chest – when did that happen? – but answered with a quiet “Yes, ….why?”

“Just wondering” he said “By the way” he asked in English “doesn’t your scare usually hurt around me?”

Quickly reaching to feel his scar, Harry nodded with a confused expression. “That’s strange, I usually can’t bare being with in a meter of you let alone this close”

“Hmmm” was the dark lord’s response before Harry was suddenly picked up and his legs wrapped around voldemorts waist.

“What are you doing?!”

“Wait and see” was the only answer Harry got before black smoke began to rise around them, making Harry cling on closer to the older man as he watched in fastenation.

The inky smoke rose until it was head height with the dark lord, when suddenly it engulfed both figures in seconds, leaving nothing but the purple flowers as witnesses to their secret activity.

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Harry opened his eyes when he felt his back connect with something soft and saw the gold and red of the curtains to his bed in Gryffindor tower.

“What the-..”

“You think I’m a Dark Lord for no reason” came the voice against his ear making him jump.

“Well no but Dumbledore said..”

“No apperation inside Hogwarts walls? That wasn’t apperation, it’s called Shadow Flicker, its how Vampires get around” he announced with a smirk.

“But your not …”

“No I’m not sadly, but I do have a few allies who are elite vampires who shared that technique with me, there’s also something else they taught me, something you will appreciate in your condition”

Bringing his mouth down on to Harry’s, he used the kiss as a distraction for where his hand traveled. The younger gasped and bit down on the dark lords lip as two fingers entered him, pressing in deep before a soothing feeling seemed to flow through from his backside, down into all his aching muscles making him sigh in contentment and sleepiness.

“I still hate you” Harry muttered sleepily

The dark lord smiled slightly “I hate you too, sweet sleep Harry, until we meet again, in not so friendly circumstances”

With a small kiss to his scar Harry fell asleep with the quickly disappearing inky black smoke and those last words in his head, alone.