Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7866664. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Harry_Potter/Other(s), Voldemort/Other(s) Character: Harry_Potter, Lucius_Malfoy, Voldemort Additional Tags: Alternate_Universe, Series Series: Part 2 of Fallen Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2004-04-10 Words: 3026 ****** Fallen ****** by Yih [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary [HPxLV, HPxLM, HPxSS] Taken as a child, Harry grows up knowing Nagini as his "caretaker" and "Tom" as a friend he wants nothing more than to impress AND imitate. Parseltongue is his preferred language. Magic has always come easily to him. Notes This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. Author's notes: If you want to read the first 12 non NC-17 chapters, refer to the link that I’ve given to the homepage. Also. if you like this please review. If anything, this comment board setup shoudl be easier than the others! Fallen FALLEN by Yih Chapter 13: Passion This wasn't right. But then, when had he ever done what was right? He had always done what pleased him; he had always done what he wanted. What made this any different? Well, it should feel wrong but his feelings were quite the opposite. It wasn't like he was Harry's father, quite the opposite--- if anyone had raised Harry--- it had been Nagini. Him? He was more like an older brother figure, he supposed. Whatever the case, this undeniable attraction he felt for Harry was wrong. Harry was much too young for him, even Lucius was too young for him and Lucius was far more acceptable than Harry. Lucius was too old for Harry, so what was he? It didn't stop his cock from hardening at the thought of Harry withering underneath him. And it wasn't like Harry was that young... he was nearly the legal age... approaching it. Only a year. He didn't think it was his imagination either when he thought Harry stared at him rather long at times. It almost reminded him of the way that Lucius used to look at him, interested and yet confused by that. Now Lucius looked at him in pure and undiluted lust. Just thinking about Lucius made his frustrated desires all that more obvious. It was because Lucius was a more acceptable outlet. He needed Lucius and he needed Lucius now. Just thinking about Lucius bent over with his round ass sticking up, quivering with excitement was enough to make his cock leak with desire. If he closed his eyes, it wasn't hard to imagine Harry in the exact same position begging for him to fuck his brains out. He groaned and it took all his control not to stroke himself to completion. No, if he was going to come he was either going to do it shagging Lucius senseless or making use of Lucius's beautiful mouth. Voldemort grinned harshly as he whispered the spell that would call Lucius to him. He rarely used it, and he couldn't remember the last time he had used it. However, there was something about seeing Harry flushed with anger once again... a continuous pattern the last few weeks as Harry kept vehemently insisting that he couldn't be locked up in a glass house forever... that excited him. If only... Harry was older... but he could be patient. And Lucius was quite beautiful. "My Lord," Lucius murmured, down on his knees but his face was lifted up as he gazed at Voldemort with pure desire, "you called?" "Yes," Voldemort hissed and when Lucius began to rise, he harshly commanded Lucius to stay where he was. "You are in the perfect position," he murmured darkly as he opened up his robes and guided Lucius's face to his heavy cock by jerking the blond head severely. "Suck, Lucius, show me how much you want me." Lucius opened up his mouth obediently and with his skillful hands, undid Voldemort's trousers to pull out the magnificently hard and thick cock that glistened at the tip with pre-come. His tongue flicked out to taste the salty desire from his Lord and it was all he could do not to moan with delight. There was something so sensual that drew him like a flame did a moth. What was it about Voldemort that was so infinitely alluring? Maybe it was because of his power, but there were other powerful wizards like Dumbledore and the sight of Dumbledore, even at his prime never stirred his cock like Voldemort did. No, there was something special about Voldemort. Definitely. He saw it in the way that others looked at his Lord, but Voldemort was his lover... his and well the only person he saw threatening his place in his Lord's bed was Voldemort's young charge, Harry. And if he was perfectly honest with himself, he wouldn't mind having Harry join them. No, it would only make it sweeter because he wanted to pound that sweet tight arse in the way that Voldemort fucked him. He knew there was no bloody way that he'd ever top Voldemort, but Harry was young and quite sweet and seemed like the perfect submissive. Yes, he could see himself thrusting his cock into Harry's tight ass and coming deep in the young man. Just thinking about it made his cock twitch with an added appreciation that even sucking Voldemort's arousal didn't give him. He wanted to stroke himself to completion, but he knew better than to remove his hands from massaging and caressing his Lord's balls. "Suck harder, Lucius," Voldemort commanded throatily as he gripped Lucius's blond head tighter so that he could thrust even more deeply into that warm and wet mouth. {Yes,} he hissed with ecstasy, {yes, that's it.} There was something quite sensual about the way that Voldemort hissed parseltongue when he was in the deep throes of his desires. It was because Lucius knew that it was an unconscious response, and that meant he affected his Lord enough to make him speak parseltongue unknowingly. That he could do that to Voldemort made him feel like he had some hold on his Lord, even if he knew it was a small hold. He just didn't know what it would take to get Voldemort to love him as much as he loved him. If Voldemort closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was Harry that was sucking his prick so willingly and so rapturously. But when he opened his eyes, that went away. And it almost felt wrong if he detached his mind from his groin, which was starting to convulse in a manner that signaled that his release was nearing. Then again, it was hardly right for him to be lusting after a boy that was young enough to be his grandson either. It should feel wrong, but when his eyes shut and he imagined Harry doing the sucking... it was intensely moving in a way that went above and beyond everything else. He was close to coming into Lucius's mouth, only a few more hard sucks and a couple more strokes of Lucius's talented tongue and he'd release his orgasm. Voldemort thrust his cock more deeply into Lucius's throat as he felt himself tense in expectation of the exquisite bliss. Like a good cocksucker, Lucius drank down his come like it was the elixir of life. But in a way it was to his favorite fucktoy, wasn't it? Lucius worshipped him and he did say he loved him, if a Malfoy even knew how to love anything but his own reflection. Voldemort's hand snaked up as he cupped Lucius's chin to lift it up so that he could gaze deeply into those dilated silver eyes. "Would you do anything for me Lucius?" "Yes," Lucius rasped. "Yes." "What would you do for me?" "Whatever you want." Voldemort smiled briefly and pressed a hard kiss against Lucius's lips, tasting himself and Lucius's still rampant desire. "Do you love me, Lucius?" "Oh god, yes." - His dreams had been disturbing him for the past few weeks. He had always known he loved Voldemort, but it was only within the last few years that he'd felt an unconscious desire for the Dark Lord--- a desire that he was finally ready to admit. It was hard to want Voldemort, his traitorous body, when he ought to be incredibly angry at Voldemort for still keeping him holed up in the mansion. But it was hard when his dreams were plagued with erotic dreams of Voldemort. Harry licked his lips as he thought of Voldemort lying naked. He could imagine the defined sinew of Voldemort's well formed muscles and the hard length of that glorious cock. He closed his eyes and his hand slowly wrapped around his aroused member. He had started masturbating recently, when Lucius had slipped him a volume about pleasuring yourself and others when he had blushingly asked Lucius about "shagging." He was right to go to Lucius rather than Severus. He couldn't imagine going to Severus asking advice about why he woke up with his cock standing to attention. No, it'd be too embarrassing when Severus was such a close friend and when he actually found the man strangely attractive in a far different way than Voldemort. Severus was certainly no beauty, but there was something striking about his angularness. And Lucius, while he found Lucius as beautiful as Voldemort in a different way--- he didn't get hot and bothered by Lucius probably because he seemed  rather cold to Harry, cold and aloof. Not that Severus seemed any warmer, but then again he knew Severus better than Lucius and Severus had been one of the few to care for him when he'd been ill. Just remembering those graceful long fingers touching him sent a tingle down his spine. But thinking about Severus was nothing compared to how he got when he thought about Voldemort. Harry muffled a groan. Lightly stroking his cock, he felt it lengthen and harden appreciatively to the soft caresses. How he wished that it was Voldemort that was doing this to him or even perhaps giving him a blowjob like he'd read about in the informative text. The moving pictures made him blush quite a bit, and he was glad that he'd been given his own room to study during the day since Nagini liked to continuously nap during the day... well she liked to nap at all times... for all that snakes did was feed, nap, and mate Nagini said and when they had offspring, take care of their young. And since Harry wasn't young anymore, she didn't need to stay up when sleep was so satisfying. {Tom,} he hissed as he started stroking himself harder and harder until he shot out his come in a moan of ecstatic pleasure. When would Voldemort start to see him as an adult? Not until he was allowed to go back to Hogwarts because he was acting far too childish right now, trying to get his way. He needed to go back to Hogwarts, not only so he could learn his magic but also so he could prove to Voldemort that he was growing up--- that he wasn't a child anymore! Being away from Voldemort would be good for him because it would allow Voldemort to start seeing him in another light. And, Harry did believe that the heart did grow fonder over time missed. He only hoped that was true in Voldemort's case, but in either case--- he couldn't stay locked away in the glass house forever. If he did, he would never grow to be the wizard that he knew he was. But since he was here, he wiped the come off his cock and his hands, reaching over to grab the book and flipping to look at the more interesting positions. This book really did make him blush as he looked into it, but it certainly lived up to his expectations on the exciting factor. Just how did those legs manage to twist in that position? It looked rather difficult, though he wouldn't be too opposed to trying it if it was with Voldemort. Harry sighed and settled back into his comfy chair, flipping through the creative and imaginative sexual positions fantasizing about trying them with Voldemort. - What do we have here? Voldemort reflected as he recognized the well worn cover of one of the texts he had first given to Lucius as a gift when he had met the young wizard many years before. It had been the gift he had given to Lucius to symbolize that he wanted Lucius not only as a follower but also as a lover. Lucius had gotten the point and when Voldemort had seen Lucius again, Lucius had been stark naked and withering on his bed. It had only taken a few seconds to whisper a lubrication spell before he'd taken Lucius's viriginal ass. But what the fucking hell was Lucius doing giving this book to Harry? His Harry. The symbolism of the book wasn't lost on Voldemort. Lucius must have given it to Harry because he wanted to take Harry to bed and Voldemort had thought he had more to worry about from Severus stealing Harry than Lucius. Never would he believe that the Death Eater he had firmly wrapped around his finger and cock in mouth would ever try to seduce his Harry. Lucius was going to pay and pay hard. He was so angry that he was unable to squelch the desire in seeing the hand that Harry had tucked within his slightly soiled boxers. It didn't take much thought to think about what Harry had been doing watching a pair of wizards perform a 69er. It was hard for Voldemort to tear his eyes from the delectable sight that Harry made sprawled like he was on the bed in a sumptuous position that said take me and fuck me hard. First he had to deal with other things, such as Lucius... Voldemort stalked out of the room after resisting the urge to kiss Harry hard on the lips. He had to teach Lucius an important lesson about doing anything with Harry without telling him first, and if Lucius did have designs on Harry--- well he would just have to take those designs out of the equation. - Voldemort called Lucius for the second time and when Lucius apparated into the study with a smile on his face, he was didn't wait to take that expectant grin off Lucius's face. As soon as Lucius was in the room, he pointed his wand at his lover and whispered, "Crucio!" Lucius was immediately convulsing on the floor, his mouth opened up in a silent scream that was rather admirable because Voldemort couldn't remember the last time that he had placed Lucius under the Cruciatus curse. It was quite brave of Lucius not to cry out in pain. Voldemort didn't expect it to last much longer though, since Cruciatus only intensified as time went on for if it did not, the sufferer of the curse would feel nothing as he grew accustomed to the pain. However if the pain kept increasing marginally, he would be in agony the entire time he was under the Unforgivable. He gave Lucius a minute before he started screaming. 55 seconds, 56, 57, 58... Lucius started screaming. It wasn't even a minute, but Voldemort could hardly blame Lucius. His anger, the intent behind it had been intense and with the added intensity--- there was more power behind it. And without the anger, he knew that his Cruciatus was the most powerful in existence, but Lucius had to learn--- Harry was his and no one else's. Besides, Lucius needed to be reminded of his place. He may be the Dark Lord's lover, but he was still only a fucktoy. And Voldemort was quite upset with his fucktoy. Upset was rather an understatement. He was furious and Lucius was lucky that he was only going to place him under the Unforgivable for few minutes. Any more prolonged torture would render Lucius in St. Mungo's ward for an extended period of time and that would mean no punishment fucking. He planned to use Lucius harshly, remind Lucius that while he might sometimes care for Lucius's pleasure--- it was still about his pleasure. "Finite Incantantem," Voldemort whispered after Lucius had been under the Unforgivable for a good 5 minutes at the very least. He had started losing track of the time when he had been enamored with the exquisite way Lucius arched his back just so. He had forgotten what pleasure he derived from sadistically torturing people. Why exactly had he stopped that again? Oh yes, it was something that Harry definitely would not approve of. But... perhaps he could teach Harry the beauty in causing pain? Yes, that was always a possibility especially since Harry was so receptive to everything that he told him. But there was still an infinitely innocent part of Harry that he didn't want to taint and if he taught Harry the pleasure in giving pain, well... that innocence would be destroyed. And yet... Lucius had already begun to destroy that sweetness in Harry by giving him that book. While it was no crime for Harry to masturbate to the book, there were definitely chapters in that book that were nastier than excellent pointers in giving blowjobs. "Lucius, Lucius," Voldemort whispered in a dreaded singsong voice, "you have been a very, very naughty wizard, haven't you? Giving my Harry that lascivious book? My, my, you certainly took things into your own hands didn't you? Oh, Lucius, Lucius, you shouldn't have done that. No, you shouldn't have done that at all." His long fingers ran through Lucius's slick blond hair, wet from the sweat that had poured down Lucius's face as his body had been wracked with pain. Voldemort jerked Lucius's head back forcefully and dragged Lucius to his feet and promptly bent him over a table that was conveniently nearby and ripped Lucius's robes and trousers off him without magic, deliberately letting the torn fabric cut into Lucius's pretty pale skin. Murmuring a lubrication spell that only just slicked him enough that it wouldn't cause him pain, he slammed into Lucius's puckered asshole with a vicious rhythm that rocked Lucius's half hard penis against the unforgiving wooden table. How amusing, how utterly masochistic of Lucius to derive pleasure in this? Then again, Lucius was his good, good little fucktoy wasn't he? {Yes,} Voldemort hissed, {you have been very bad Lucius and you must be punished for it.} "Bad, bad Lucius. You must learn, my pretty, pretty fucktoy that you are never to give Harry anything without my consent because Harry is mine." He punctuated that possessiveness when he rammed himself to the hilt into Lucius's tight ass, and aimed enough force to rock Lucius's cock sadistically against the leg of the table. He could feel Lucius's body tense up in the pain and the pleasure. Oh how he did enjoy this... taking. "Harry is mine, and you are mine." Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!