A Darker Future

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. Is still on the run from angry dark lord

Chapter 7

Harry woke to the smell of food.

“mmmm.” One eye opened to see a blurry figure beside his bed holding a tray. “Food?” Harry mumbled. Voldemort watched Harry wake up with a cute yawn and case of sexy bed head. Getting hot as the boy made some delicious sounds as he stretched...

“You skipped lunch.” Voldemort cleared his throat as he set the tray down on Harry's lap. “I thought it best to let you sleep. I was not going to let you miss dinner though.” Harry perked up at the sight of good food and dug in. It was a plate of chopped vegetables on rice with a sweet sauce. Harry thought it tasted wonderful. Almost full, Harry realized that Voldemort had merely taken a seat on the bed and was watching him eat with gusto.

“Haven't you already eaten?” Harry asked uncomfortable with the Dark Lord watching him so closely. You would think he would have enough sense to eat before bringing someone else their dinner. “You look like your hungry.” Harry had difficulty swallowing his bite as the look Voldemort gave him was predatory.

“I am a little hungry, but it's not for food Harry.” To that, Harry coughed something fierce. In fact, Harry's face went bright red and he had to down his milk in order for him to calm himself. Harry determinedly looked away from Voldemort as he tried to finish his food. Key word: tried. “What's the matter Harry, nothing to say? Is that an invitation to help myself?” Harry's squeaked as he backed away from Voldemort, sliding out from under the tray and covers.

“N-n-no! That's not an invitation!” Voldemort's hand shot out and grabbed a foot before he could slide off the other side of the bed. Harry's robes from after the bath slid up as Voldemort dragged the boy back to his side of the bed. By the time Harry was dragged back, the robe pooled at his armpits leaving Voldemort faced with Harry's pelvic region. Harry's very naked pelvic region.

“Looks like an invitation to me.” Voldemort whispered as he inhaled the smell that was purely Harry. Harry flushed as he tried to pull his robe down and sit up at the same time.

“It is not you git! You did this on purpose. Can't you stay in my company three minutes without -AH!” Harry yelped as Voldemort gave the limp cock a lick as his hands held inner thighs open. Harry flushed and wriggled at the other man's actions.

“Apparently not. I told you that you are a temptation. One I don't plan to deny myself in the near future.” Voldemort whispered every word as he bathed Harry's cock with his tongue. Harry's traitorous body arched off the bed trying to find friction. Voldemort had to hold Harry's hips down so he could continue. Harry didn't know what was wrong with him; his mind was fighting but his body was giving in. By now, the younger was fully erected and panting.

“Ngh! Ha! Ah! AH! No!” Harry cried out when the hot tongue was retracted as Voldemort leaned back. Taking in the flushed, squirming sight before him, Voldemort came to a decision he had been unsure about for a long time. Plans could wait. It was time the most feared wizard in all of Europe had a consort. Gently palming the young boy's testicles, he put a plan into motion.

“Harry.” Voldemort said softly. Harry's glaze green eyes tried to focus on the dark lord. Good he was listening. “Accept that this is going to happen. Allow me to touch you, pleasure you, care for you. We will be great together Harry.” Voldemort trailed a hand down Harry's crack to gently finger the butt plug at his entrance. “Give me a chance and you will not regret it. Surrender and I will give you what your heart desires. Would you like that Harry?” A kiss and a lick to the tip of Harry's hard cock had him trembling. “All you would have to do is ask. Be my submissive in bed and my life partner?” The red eyed man removed his hands and sat back confident about Harry's answer. The boy would agree to murder this close to an orgasm!

“Anything!” Harry wailed. “Just don't stop!”

“Very well.” Harry screamed as Voldemort held hips down as he suddenly deep throated the red, aching penis. Voldemort smirked around the manhood in his mouth, he would never let Harry forget his promise. Hands clenched in silken bed sheet as Voldemort began to bob his head.

“Ngh! AH! AH! AH!” Harry was on the precipice of orgasm when there was a knock on the door. Voldemort pulled off of Harry so fast that it almost gave the dark lord whiplash. Harry found himself bundled underneath the covers before he could protest.

“Who is there!” Voldemort hissed clearly furious.

“Zippy is informing master of visitor. Zippy is sorry to interrupt private time.” The house elf had the courtesy not to actually enter the room to add to Harry's embarrassment. Voldemort made a mental note to reward Zippy with a list of chores later.

“Tell Severus to come back in one hour!” Snarled the Dark Lord. Harry hissed in terrible pain as the aphrodisiac would not let him come.

“I would not recommend that my lord.” Severus said from directly outside the door. Harry froze at Severus Snape's voice and pulled the covers over his head wishing he could just disappear. “I have found some disturbing news that can not wait.” Harry could have screamed. Voldemort was going to leave and that left him with a very big problem!

“Very well.” Voldemort said. Harry was considering of taking a page out of the other man in the room's book and killing someone. Imagine Harry's shock when he was flipped out the covers as quickly as he was flipped under. “Whatever you can say can be said through that door Severus. Unless you want to see exactly what Harry has to offer. Oh and you might want to talk loudly.”

“What do you think you're-AH!” Harry tried to shriek as he was plopped back into a hot moist mouth. Harry slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a scream as his world shook from underneath him.

“It seems that the news that Harry is awake has gone public.” Severus said through the door. The Dark Lord hummed to show he was listening. Harry's orgasm had been staved off, but the new sensations nearly brought him over the edge. Voldemort took note of the cut off cry and mentally filed it away as something the boy liked. Bobbing his head at a faster pace, Voldemort wanted to hear Harry scream for him.

'What the fuck is he thinking! Severus could open the door and come in at any time!' Harry thought angrily to himself. Then Voldemort did something with his tongue that had him seeing stars and all thought stopped.

“Ngh. Nnnnnn! AH!” Harry moaned as a talented tongue found just the right spot to tease him.

“The outcry to see him is phenomenal. You need to address the public to assure that Harry is alive and well.” With the reminder that the dour potion master was right outside the door, Harry had to improvise to save any dignity he had left. It was too close to orgasm to keep quiet anymore so Harry did the next best thing, he muffled it with a pillow.

“Nnnnnn! AH! AH!” The pillow did it's job and only Voldemort could still hear the sounds Harry was making.

'Clever. But I think it's about time I made you scream.' Voldemort thought increasing his movements. A sly hand slid down to find that oh so sensitive spot behind testicles. When he found it, a knuckle kneaded the spot.

“It would be best if they saw Harry but as he is still recovering, I think it best he stay here. There is one more thing that I think you should know.” Almost there. Harry was on the brink again and something, anything would bring him over now.

“AH!AH!AH!” Voldemort smirked as Harry began to thrash underneath him. With a quick movement, Voldemort slid down Harry, hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard while a knuckle kneaded in and didn't let up on the pressure. Harry's orgasm was instant and not even a pillow could muffle that scream. Voldemort swallowed Harry's essence and began to clean up what he couldn't get fast enough.

“Are you done yet?” Huffed a voice through the door. “As I was saying, it seems that Draco Malfoy was spotted in Hodgenpodge.” That had the Dark Lord's attention. All thoughts of lovemaking gone, Voldemort sat up quickly becoming all business

“Set Ron Weasley to the case and see what he makes of it. I will address the public in 20 minutes at the media room in the ministry. Zippy!” Harry was trembling and barely aware of his surroundings as he was tucked back into bed. “Make sure Harry has something to eat if he asks for it. I will be gone for an hour love, don't try to leave the bed.” Voldemort cast a few charms that Harry didn't recognize and a few cleaning charms that he did. Voldemort strode to the door only to hear harry whisper to him.

“I thought Malfoy was on your side.” Harry mumbled into the darkness. Voldemort stopped and looked around to see curious green eyes staring at him.

“Malfoy senior is. Draco did something unforgivable.”

“What could he have possibly done?” Harry asked not remembering who he was talking to. When Harry realized his folly, he flushed and covered his head. Harry was not expecting Voldemort to answer.

“He tried to kill you.” Harry's jaw dropped as the most notorious man of his time walked through the bedroom door and winked at him before he shut it.

Later

Voldemort groaned. It had taken longer to answer and assure the general populace that Harry was fine and on the road to recovery. Not even the title “The Darkest Lord in the World” saved him from press hounds who wanted pictures. More specifically, pictures of him and Harry.

'I'll give them pictures all right!' Voldemort snarled to himself. 'Hope they like the cells of Azkaban because if they bother me about Harry one more time, that's the only and last pictures they'll get!'

“Blackthorn Mansion.” Voldemort said opening the floor from Severus's fireplace in the ministry. That was another thing he had to take care of. Severus. The man had become unbearable in his teasing. The comments that he had made on the way to the press conference where downright embarrassing.

'I mean asking if he should be making cherry tasting lube in front of the minister of creatures was bad enough! That comment about forgetting he was a wizard and could have spelled the door so sounds only worked one way was over the top!' Voldemort sighed as he landed back in Blackthorn Mansion. It was good to be home.

“Zippy!” The sound of popping echoed the room but no house elf was to be seen. “How is master Harry?” Voldemort demanded more than asked.

“Master Harry fell into slumber after master Voldemort left. Master Harry is still sleeping master Voldemort.”

“Selena. Anything happen outside while I was away?” Voldemort asked. A picture on the wall suddenly showed the picture of a stray cat being pulled under the devils snare. Then the picture shifted to an owl just being missed by a flying projectile from the house itself. A brick smashed into the ground a few hundred yards away as the owl got it's tail feathers out of the target zone. “Nothing out of the ordinary then, thank you Selena.”

“Master Voldemort?” Asked the small house elf voice. “When will master Harry be able to call upon Zippy? Zippy is asking for other elves as well.” Voldemort paused and narrowed his eyes at nothing in particular.

“When he has learned his place here and I give permission. Why do you ask.” Voldemort bit out in an irritated voice. There was a slight pause in the response.

“Master Voldemort is away lots. Master Harry will get lonely. Master Harry is known for talking to elves. Elves keep master Harry busy while master Voldemort works.” Zippy said in a clear confidant voice. Voldemort rubbed his chin, the idea that Harry needed something to keep himself busy had merit.

“You and the others may visit Harry only when he is feeling better. You and the others are not allowed to take orders from him. Is that clear.” There was a pop that signaled the exit of the house elf. “Damn gossips, the lot of them.” With that, Voldemort headed to bed where a certain green eyed minx would probably be sleeping and ripe for the plucking.