Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: A continuation of Days Twenty-Eight and Thirty-One. Enjoy, lovelies!!!

Day Thirty-Three:

"Master?" 

A tentative voice came from the doorway. Voldemort glared at the intruder, a curse on his lips. He felt a calming hand on his back and swallowed the curse back thickly. "What do you want, Wormtail? I've told you to never interrupt us!" Wormtail cringed away from the biting tone, a stuttered apology spilling forth. Voldemort's patience wore thin and he snapped at the sniveling bastard again. "It's just... The Malfoys, sir... They're requesting your presence, my Lord..." 

Voldemort rolled his eyes, then glanced down at the boy next to him. "Leave us." Wormtail beat a hasty retreat, shutting the door behind him. Harry's eyes were glittering with fury. He claimed Voldemort's mouth in a harsh kiss, biting at his lip, drawing blood. Voldemort moaned at the sting of pain. Harry pressed his groin against Voldemort's hip, letting him feel how hard he was. "You will not leave, Tom, until we've finished here," Harry hissed. 

"The Malfoys-" Voldemort started, letting the name slide. Just this once, he told himself. Harry interrupted. "Can bloody well fucking wait." Voldemort considered a moment, nodding infinitesimally. Harry had pushed him to his back, and slid on top of him before he could process what was happening. That hard cock was grinding down against him and he found himself yielding his self-control and all of his power to this green-eyed, devilish boy.