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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Additional Tags:
      Male_Slash, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Harrymort_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 5 of Serpent_&_Snitch_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-08 Words: 2561
****** Rings and Things ******
by HecatesKiss
Summary
     Harry surprises the Dark Lord with a handmade breakfast. The Dark
     Lord surprises him with something else...
Notes
     I do not own Harry Potter. Not J.K. Rowling. Not Beta'd. Not making a
     knut.
     My Lord *head tip*
     NC-17
     Underage ~ 16
     parseltongue
     Not Safe For Work Material.
      
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     Due to infringement Issues with another site, this fic may eventually
     become locked to members only. Just a warning.
     No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, modified or adapted,
     without the prior written consent of the author.~ dated 27-08-2014
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*****   *****
Harry argued with the house elf for ten minutes, before the little creature
left with a terrified shriek as the large serpent that was also the Dark Lord’s
familiar slithered into the kitchen and coiled up in a corner of the hearth.
Harry shrugged off his robe and rolled back the sleeves of his red jumper.
Harry nodded to the snake and went to the cold cupboard. He pulled out a mango
that looked fresh, bit his lip and reached for the eggs. He set the water to
boil and then tugged the cutting board and a knife towards himself.
He cut the mango into strips and arranged them on the plate before he glanced
over at the stubborn little house elf that had popped back in and was glaring
from the kitchen door.
“Wizards shoulds be letting elves make the breakfast, especially breakfast for
Master Dark Lord sir!”
“Ibba, right?” Harry asked. The elf nodded and tugged at his black and green
towel toga.
“I just want to do something nice. You said he likes fruit and a hard boiled
egg or two on some mornings.”
“Elves should…”
“Ibba, I was raised as a House Elf by my relatives. I know how to do this. I
won’t blow up the kitchen or ruin the food, believe me.”  Harry muttered,
easily slipping the eggs into the pan and mentally calculating the time. He
then nearly tripped over the little elf  who was suddenly under foot.
“Master’s peoples not liking cooking. And yous not have Master’s Mark.”
“I’m not his in… that way.”
“You his though. You still taste of him.” The giant serpent argued. Harry
hummed slightly and nodded.
“My friend said it is his protections wrapped into the ring I wear. That’s what
you taste.”Harry returned as he fished out the eggs and gently placed them into
the egg cups even as he arranged the triad into the center of the fan of mango.
He looked around and then nodded his thanks to the elf who handed him a fork
and an egg spoon. He placed both items on the tray and then blinked when the
elf popped away and then reappeared with a steaming goblet of something.
Harry peered into the dark depths and then his eyes widened when Nagini
slithered over and bared her fangs. He yelped when a drop of her venom landed
in the cup.
“It’s okay, Master’s...something. He drinks it every morning.” Ibba assured
Harry, setting the goblet on the tray. Harry watched the large serpent return
to the hearth as though nothing were amiss. Harry just stared at the goblet in
shock.
The door to the kitchen swung open and Harry spun on his heel, wand leaping to
hand.
 
* * *
The Dark Lord froze, crimson eyes widening, one hand instinctively going for
his wand while the other yanked his robe closed. Harry jerked his wand to the
ground and bit his lip. His green eyes were wide and flicked a path down what
pale skin he could see, before he flushed and looked away.
The Dark Lord sheathed his wand and then grabbed the robe with both hands,
keeping it closed. Harry swallowed and reached out to pick up the tray.
“Little One?”
“I thought that… you might want um… breakfast?” Harry bit his lip and forced
himself to meet crimson eyes, all the while trying to calm his blush. He was
pretty sure he’d just seen everything. He wasn’t going to spend time wondering
why the Dark Lord was wandering around his Manor wearing nothing but… a really
thin… Harry’s eyes slid down again, and those pale fingers tightened in black
silk.
Harry flushed and looked away. He blinked when the Dark Lord levitated the
goblet and a slice of fruit off the tray and floated them through the air to
himself. Harry dropped his gaze to the floor.
“Won’t the old coot miss you?”
“Not during the hols. I’ve always slept late or when I’ve gotten up early, I
went exploring around the castle. He’s used to not seeing me til dinner. So…
um… why do you drink Nagini’s venom?”
Harry heard the Dark Lord choke and he flinched.
“A bit of a holdover from the rebirthing ritual. Her venom provided part of the
base to the potion. As this body cannot produce its own venom, I use hers.”
“Ah. Just seemed a bit weird to watch her… well…”
“Quite.”
Harry flicked a glance up and then looked away. The thin silk was doing
absolutely nothing to hide the fact that the Dark Lord was physically aroused.
Harry could feel his face heating again. He forced himself to take a calming
breath.
“So, does this mean I have my Little One until nearly dinner?”
“If you…” Harry trailed off and bit his lower lip.
“Yes, I want you here, Little One.”
Harry blinked when the goblet skimmed by his ear and settled on the trestle
table. He looked up into crimson eyes and blinked again. The man seemed both
nervous and pleased. Harry could understand the pleased, but he wasn’t sure
about the nervous.
“I… wasn’t expecting my lover to surprise me with breakfast this morning.
However, it was a pleasant surprise.” The thin lips slipped up into a slight
smile before Harry watched those same lips close over a bit of mango. He felt
heat settle low in his stomach.
“Oh. I haven’t had this in a long time. Will you join me? I was heading to the
study.”
“Um. Sure.”
* * *
Harry sank into one of the dark green visitor chairs after he set the tray on
the heavy mahogany desk. He blinked when the chair yielded beneath him, sucking
him into the seat. He understood immediately why these were the visitor chairs…
it was trying to eat him.
Harry struggled to his feet and glared at the Dark Lord, who raised a hairless
eyebrow in wordless amusement. Harry pulled out his wand turned to the chair
and shot a firming charm at the chair. He then perched himself on the edge with
a small smirk.
“I had to learn that charm from Hermione after the Headmaster’s chair tried to
eat me. I swear he likes things that try and smother a person.” Crimson eyes
burned as the man banished the shell on the egg and then sliced it neatly into
sections.
“Are you suggesting that I share a tendency with the coot?”
“In decorator tastes? No, thank god. In person eating chairs? Yes.” Harry said,
slipping back in the chair and propping one trainer clad foot across his knee.
“I shall have to remember that.” The Dark Lord returned, taking another bite of
mango and smirking slightly when the boy blushed again.
“How are your studies progressing? You said something in the last letter about
having difficulties with one of your Defense Professor’s spells?”
“The aegia osso. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Of course not. Especially when a well placed shattering hex will destroy the
entire shield. It is bone not…” The Dark Lord trailed off and shook his head.
“Exactly. But try arguing that with Snape?” Harry snorted and shook his head,
exasperation running rampant across his features. The Dark Lord laid down his
spoon and tugged at his robe.
“That discussion could be arranged.”
Harry snorted and shook his head. “I’d really rather not have an image of Snape
pissing himself.”
The Dark Lord blinked. He looked disgusted. Harry shrugged. “Think about it.
The one person that terrifies that black clad bat is you. I’d really rather not
see that? Even if he’s being an idiot on the shield.”
“True. So, transfiguration?”
“Ugh. Don’t remind me. Or the kippers might come back up.”
“Can’t have that.” Voldemort remarked, knowing Harry was having issues with
McGonagall and hiding everything. He’d mentioned it in their letters. Harry
snickered. Voldemort glared.
“What?”
“I find it interesting you are so comfortable, sitting across from the man that
should be your enemy. Not just enemy, but blood-sworn enemy.”
“And yet? You were the one that got me through hell.”
“I did.”
“How’s the food?”
“Eggs were perfect. Why?”
“I made them. Thanks. You seem rather comfortable in so little.” Harry
remarked. The Dark Lord shifted in his chair and Harry flushed and looked away.
“Or maybe not?”
“I was… experimenting with something.” The Dark Lord shifted again in his seat,
wand hand vanishing below the desk.
“Oh?”
“I suppose this … is… the sort of thing one would… rather that is to say…” The
Dark Lord closed his eyes and hissed out a breath. Harry tipped his head to the
side in confusion. The pale wizard stood from his desk and glided toward the
long low green couch that sat in front of the roaring fire that lent heat to
the room as well as light.
He settled himself comfortably and then beckoned Harry forward. Harry slid from
the chair and bit his lip, looking everywhere but the Dark Lord, for he’d again
noticed the tenting of the thin robes. Harry sank onto the other end of the
sofa and looked into the fire.
“Is something… wrong?” Harry asked, chewing on his lip. The Dark Lord shook his
head. Harry let his fingers trace along a pale calf, following alabaster flesh
to where the Dark Lord held his robe closed with one hand.
“I was… experimenting with…” He shifted his hand aside and allowed his robe to
fall open. Harry gaped, head tipping to the side. He reached out a cautious
hand and flicked his eyes up to check, the older man nodded his permission.
 Harry’s fingers traced gently along the ring of metal that ran snugly around
the base of the Dark Lord’s cock and under his balls.
“Why?”
The Dark Lord’s eyes darkened and he looked away. “It was said to increase… a
man’s…”
“Oh… so… you are trying to… kill me then?” Harry asked even as the Dark Lord
took a careful breath, eyes glued to the fact that gentle fingers were tracing
up and down his length. He jerked up to look into curious green eyes.
“Why would you say that?”
“Um… well… I really liked it last time and… if it get’s better… well…. um…”
Harry blushed bright red and his fingers stilled, thumb gently petting one of
the Dark Lord’s smooth yet heavy balls.
Voldemort couldn’t help the smirk that formed. The boy had just paid him a
compliment. The way the flush became worse told him that his Little One
realized it too. He shifted and hissed when the curious hand wrapped around him
and tugged gently. That hand froze.
“No. Go ahead.”
Harry leaned closer, wanting to examine the ring, careful fingers skimming
gently along warm flesh. The Dark Lord shifted, not used to intense study when
this part of his body was being scrutinized. The boy’s fingers were gentle,
explorative and the Dark Lord hissed when he caught a glint of something like
mischief in those deep green eyes.
A quick lap of a tongue against sensitive flesh had the Dark Lord hissing out a
pleased noise, fingers burying themselves into his robe to keep from grabbing
at the boy.
“You okay? That okay?” Harry asked, and the Dark Lord’s toes curled as puffs of
warm breath brushed across his erection. He moaned slightly and nodded, licking
his lips.
“Okay.” Harry responded before he lapped again. The Dark Lord jerked under that
tongue, feeling a hand curl possessively around his hip. Harry lapped again and
the Dark Lord made a strangled noise and fumbled for the jumper.
“Wha?” Harry managed, lifting his head. He yelped in shock when the Dark Lord
suddenly reversed their positions and attacked the jumper Harry wore. He lifted
his arms without protest once he realized the man was trying to get it off. He
hissed out a surprised breath when lubricant, in its familiar rounded vial
floated across the room and bobbed obediently next to the sofa. He helped, or
hindered, he wasn’t sure which when too many hands with tangling fingers fought
with the button and zip on his trousers.
Harry gasped when the trousers came loose and his pants were dragged down with
it. Nails caught and scraped. The Dark Lord winced and paused. Harry shook his
head and the man continued.
Harry yelped and jerked back when cold fingers encountered hot flesh and sent a
shock through his system. Voldemort froze, eyes widening.
“Cold. Fucking cold hands.” Harry snapped and the Dark Lord blinked as he
muttered a spell. Harry arched eagerly into the touch once spell warmed fingers
wrapped around him and gently tugged. The Dark Lord lowered his head and kissed
sharply, serpentine tongue invading and flicking gently, coaxing the other
tongue into dancing with his.
Harry whimpered and squirmed. Voldemort eased back and lifted his head. “There…
hmm… was something… ah yes, stop that you brat.”
Harry merely smiled, unrepentant as his fingers traced gently over the Dark
Lord’s erection. “Yes?”
“Something called… brat. Frottage?”
“Ooh. That… hmm. Okay.” Harry said, green eyes curious and willing in the same
instant. The Dark Lord nodded and they squirmed around a bit, finding
comfortable positions on the sofa. Harry shifted slightly and pleasure sparked
along both of their nerves, Harry gasping and the Dark Lord hissing.
The vial of lubricant bobbled as the Dark Lord’s attention wavered. Harry
caught it due to reflex and then grinned. The Dark Lord gave a pointed glare.
Harry chuckled and pulled the cork loose.
Somehow the skim of pale fingers over his ribs ended up with the vial of
lubricant falling. It landed between them, spilling as a spearmint scented
slick puddle, pooling along Harry’s belly and trickling down into dark curls.
Harry chuckled. “Close enough?”
“Mm. Perhaps?” The Dark Lord shifted and both sets of eyes widened. That felt
so much better slick. Harry rocked his hips experimentally up as the Dark Lord
shifted down. Harry groaned and the Dark Lord swallowed the sound with a fierce
kiss as he shifted himself back and forth. Harry’s hands found their way into
black silk and there he clung.
Pleasure sparked and sang with each brush, each silky glide of heated flesh
brushing against heated flesh. Harry wrapped one leg around a prominent hip and
used that leg to help him arch more into the sensation.
He buried his face into the side of the Dark Lord’s neck, whimpering, toes
curling, shuddering. The Dark Lord hissed in parseltongue which caused Harry to
cry out and spill. That dragged the Dark Lord over, ring or no ring.
When the pair came to, Harry grimaced at the sticky feeling and the Dark Lord
echoed the frown of distaste. The Dark Lord pushed himself up and blinked. He
felt a little light headed. He jerked when curious fingers trailed across and
examined the ring with soft touches.
“I thought those were supposed to make it harder…”
“Oh, it did. However, they are not meant to prevent, just delay. Now, I believe
a shower is in order? Shall we see what I can find for us to do today?” The
crimson eyes promised all sorts of delights. Harry blushed but nodded. The Dark
Lord waved his wand and spelled away the mess, straightening his robe even as
he helped his boy up off the sofa.
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