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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
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Adult +
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5
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17,014
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16
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Confusion
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The Dark Lord was truly complete.
Coolly, he observed his prize. Stretched across the four poster bed Harry made a beautiful sight; the boy was a tangle of long lithe muscles, and smooth young limbs. He lay on his back, his left arm flung across one eye, his right stretched out as if reaching for something. His legs had become tangled in the emerald sheets that would complement his eyes perfectly once he finally opened them. His hair was ebony black and his pale skin contrasted beautifully with it. He almost reminded Tom of a character from a muggle fairy tale. That is if one were to ignore the essential maleness of his physique and the earthy smell of grass mixed with the scent of the soap Tom remembers being provided in the Quidditch changing room showers even when he was at school.
Tom has taken the liberty of placing a gift around Harry’s slender neck: a silver choker encrusted with mood stones. Once Harry awakens he expects them to blaze yellow in the sickly confusion of amnesia. Perhaps, once they get to know one another, once Tom spins his web of lies and lays his honeyed trap for Harry’s heart they will glow red with love and passion. Right now they are a clear light grey, reflecting the perfect blankness of Harry’s vulnerable mind, a new mind, a mind that Tom can craft in perfect devotion to himself.
Young Harry will know only him, and love only him.
Harry shifted then and his eyes fluttered open. Eager to catch his first sight of those eyes up close the Tom leant forward and took Harry’s hand in his. As Green orbs opened and looked at him for the very first time without hate and fear but rather confusion and bewilderment the Dark Lord felt a contentment purr in his chest, as well as a stirring in his groin.
“Harry, my love.”
“What...where am I?”
The Dark Lord practically purred “You are here with me, you are safe”.
Harry gazed up at him, brow furrowed in bewilderment, still too tired to feel fear. But not nearly tired enough to simply roll over and go back to sleep.
“But what is this place, and who are you?”
Such innocent questions, asked in the same order and with the same plaintive tone the Dark Lord had fantasised. The temptation to take him right there is overwhelming. For a moment all he wants to do is slip between Harry’s milky virgin thighs and fuck the boy until he screams and begs for more. He wants to tug at his pretty cock and watch the boy dirty himself with his own seed, to force the boys head down onto his own cock and show him how to suck in just the right way...
But if there is anything the Dark Lord has learnt in all his long years battling Dumbledore and the forces of the Ministry it is that patience is a virtue worth embracing. If he were to take Harry right there and then the boy would never trust him again.
So instead he rises gracefully and gathers Harry into his arms. The boy resists as he tries to pull him closer. This is understandable, Tom is basically a complete stranger and poor Harry is very confused. But eventually the boy gives in and accepts what comfort is offered, perhaps realising that this man is but one stranger in a world that is now full of them.
“Why won’t you answer my questions?”
“Soon my love...soon. But right now you must rest, you have been through a lot and I can see you are tired”
Harry was about to protest this until he realised the man was right. He was suddenly very tired, inexplicably so.
Leaning back despite himself Harry relaxed into the strangers’ arms.
The Dark Lord sighed in perfect bliss.
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The Dark Lord was truly complete.
Coolly, he observed his prize. Stretched across the four poster bed Harry made a beautiful sight; the boy was a tangle of long lithe muscles, and smooth young limbs. He lay on his back, his left arm flung across one eye, his right stretched out as if reaching for something. His legs had become tangled in the emerald sheets that would complement his eyes perfectly once he finally opened them. His hair was ebony black and his pale skin contrasted beautifully with it. He almost reminded Tom of a character from a muggle fairy tale. That is if one were to ignore the essential maleness of his physique and the earthy smell of grass mixed with the scent of the soap Tom remembers being provided in the Quidditch changing room showers even when he was at school.
Tom has taken the liberty of placing a gift around Harry’s slender neck: a silver choker encrusted with mood stones. Once Harry awakens he expects them to blaze yellow in the sickly confusion of amnesia. Perhaps, once they get to know one another, once Tom spins his web of lies and lays his honeyed trap for Harry’s heart they will glow red with love and passion. Right now they are a clear light grey, reflecting the perfect blankness of Harry’s vulnerable mind, a new mind, a mind that Tom can craft in perfect devotion to himself.
Young Harry will know only him, and love only him.
Harry shifted then and his eyes fluttered open. Eager to catch his first sight of those eyes up close the Tom leant forward and took Harry’s hand in his. As Green orbs opened and looked at him for the very first time without hate and fear but rather confusion and bewilderment the Dark Lord felt a contentment purr in his chest, as well as a stirring in his groin.
“Harry, my love.”
“What...where am I?”
The Dark Lord practically purred “You are here with me, you are safe”.
Harry gazed up at him, brow furrowed in bewilderment, still too tired to feel fear. But not nearly tired enough to simply roll over and go back to sleep.
“But what is this place, and who are you?”
Such innocent questions, asked in the same order and with the same plaintive tone the Dark Lord had fantasised. The temptation to take him right there is overwhelming. For a moment all he wants to do is slip between Harry’s milky virgin thighs and fuck the boy until he screams and begs for more. He wants to tug at his pretty cock and watch the boy dirty himself with his own seed, to force the boys head down onto his own cock and show him how to suck in just the right way...
But if there is anything the Dark Lord has learnt in all his long years battling Dumbledore and the forces of the Ministry it is that patience is a virtue worth embracing. If he were to take Harry right there and then the boy would never trust him again.
So instead he rises gracefully and gathers Harry into his arms. The boy resists as he tries to pull him closer. This is understandable, Tom is basically a complete stranger and poor Harry is very confused. But eventually the boy gives in and accepts what comfort is offered, perhaps realising that this man is but one stranger in a world that is now full of them.
“Why won’t you answer my questions?”
“Soon my love...soon. But right now you must rest, you have been through a lot and I can see you are tired”
Harry was about to protest this until he realised the man was right. He was suddenly very tired, inexplicably so.
Leaning back despite himself Harry relaxed into the strangers’ arms.
The Dark Lord sighed in perfect bliss.