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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Voldemort, Lucius_Malfoy, Severus_Snape
  Series:
      Part 15 of Serpent_&_Snitch_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-08 Words: 1410
****** Tormented Reward ******
by HecatesKiss
Summary
     Harry decides to use his invisibility cloak... and shower...
Notes
     I do not own Harry Potter. Not J.K. Rowling. Not Beta'd. Not making a
     Knut!
     NC - 17
     Underage ~ 17
     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 drummed his fingers against his leg as he spun his wand idly through his
fingers, lost in thought. He shifted uncomfortably. A copy of Dark Pleasures,
which he’d snagged from the Chamber on their last visit to Hogwarts, lay open
in his lap.
He drew a slow breath and shut the book, placing it on his desk. He licked his
lips and then closed his eyes, reaching along the connection to figure out
where the Dark Lord was. He smirked when the sensation of water tracing across
his skin registered. Harry blinked and adjusted himself with a slight wince
even as a smile curved his lips. Harry reached into the bottom drawer of his
desk and gently tugged out his invisibility cloak. He slipped his shoes off and
swirled the cloak on.
Harry slid through the shadows, skirting around Death Eaters, making note of
those that looked twice or fingered their wands. He froze when Lucius and
Severus both spun, wands drawn and leveled on the space he had stood. He
smirked and kept moving, inching carefully along.
Harry crashed to the floor in the next instant as a trip jinx took him to the
floor and disrupted the fall of the cloak. He managed to wrap a wandless shield
around himself as he lifted both hands into view and lowered the hood of the
cloak. The shield blocked the stunners both men had fired. Lucius blanched when
he saw Harry’s face. 
“Very good, Lucius. I expected this of Severus. I managed to slip past at least
eight other Death Eaters. I’m going to drag out Moody for a moment… Constant
Vigilance you idiots!! If I’d been an assassin…” Harry trailed off and shook
his head. He broke the trip jinx and drew his wand. He then turned and snapped
out a spell in parseltongue, which caused everyone to flinch.
Painful, neon purple boils erupted on every Death Eater he’d managed to slip
past. Several people shrieked in pain as they poked at a boil and it exploded.
“They will fade when you learn to pay attention. I should not have been able to
get as far as I have, even starting from my office!”
Harry then slipped off his invisibility cloak, and tucked it into his pocket.
He nodded curtly to both Severus and Lucius and then stalked away. He climbed
the stairs and shook his head, knowing that the only person that could step
onto his and the Dark Lord’s floor without issue were himself and Voldemort.
Everyone else tripped a ward. The wards had been laid by Harry after he woke up
engaged to the Dark Lord with Bellatrix right outside his door.
Harry slipped through the ward and then closed his eyes. The Dark Lord was
still in the shower. He grinned. Even after that minor training exercise, he
was still interested in other things. Harry glided through the outer door,
through the sitting room and then into the Dark Lord’s bedroom.
Harry swished his wand and let his clothing slip off and fold neatly onto a
chair. He took a slow breath and shivered in the cooler air. This room was
always the coolest in the entire manor. Always. Harry crept across the floor,
keeping in mind the boards that creaked. He eased open the bathroom door and
cautiously poked his head around the jamb.
A pale hand pointing a yew wand between his eyes was his reward. He grinned and
stepped into the billowing steam cloud. The wand withdrew and he watched
crimson eyes rake down his body. Harry lifted both hands slowly, emerald and
silver rings glinting on both hands with the serpent and snitch pendant
glinting under the skylight.
“Little One?”
“Yes, my Lord?” Harry returned then squeaked as a pale, long fingered hand
flashed out and grabbed his wrist. He went willingly when he was dragged under
the spray. He shook wet hair from his eyes and smiled when his wrists were
pinned above his head by pale hands.
Harry moaned when cool lips pressed over his frantically pounding pulse and
then teeth bit down sharply. He arched his hips and then yelped when the Dark
Lord lowered his hands, but Harry’s wrists were still pinned to the black tile
by magic.
Long fingers trailed through the dark curls, nails gently scraping. Harry
hitched in a breath when lips trailed up, serpentine tongue flicking over water
dampened skin in quick little laps. Harry moaned again, realizing that the man
was actually drinking water directly from his skin. He jerked when fingers
curled around his arousal and squeezed gently.
“Yes. Oh. Please. Please.”
“Soo… my little one came to me to be tormented?”
Harry moaned and nodded. That serpentine tongue flicked against his lips. He
opened his mouth and shuddered as the kiss went from soft to brutal. Teeth sank
into his lower lip, drawing blood and making him wince. Harry accepted the
kiss, tipping his head back against the tiles as pale strong fingers ran up and
down his length. Whimpering when the older man pulled away from the kiss he
shivered as he opened his eyes and watched that dark forked tongue slide across
pale lips, licking away his blood which marked crimson against white flesh.
He yelped when the man hissed a spell in parseltongue and then waved his hand.
Harry was suddenly able to lower his wrists from above his head. He blinked
when the older man plucked an unmarked bottle from behind the special shampoo
Severus brewed for the Dark Lord. His eyes widened when the thick liquid was
smoothed down over the Dark Lord’s blatant erection.
“Arms around my neck, Little One.”
Harry obeyed immediately and was then lifted into the Dark Lord’s arms, knees
anchored at the Dark Lord’s elbows. His lower body was tipped forward and he
moaned as the Dark Lord slid easily into him. He rested his dark head on
against the wall. The Dark Lord never used a spell to prepare him. The man
prefered to touch him to do it. He blinked.
“W- why?”
“I. Want. You. Now.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. Harry’s eyes rolled
and he moaned. It felt so good. Every time the man slammed forward Harry could
feel it. The position was teasing, taunting. His toes flexed and he whined.
“Please, please, oh god. Please.”
“Please what, Little One?”  The Dark Lord stilled his hips with a hiss, buried
to the hilt inside his boy, who was babbling and moaning.
“Let me… oh… oh...please, please.”
“Yes?” The hissed word was almost lost amongst the hiss of the spray from the
shower head.
“Let me come. Oh.” Harry arched slightly, begging with both body and voice.
“I don’t think… no.” The Dark Lord purred resuming his pace, withdrawing slowly
and then burying himself deep, enjoying each keening whine that was forced from
his lover’s throat.
“Please? Please, let me. Oh please.”
“Mine.” Another sharp bite to his throat accompanied the declaration. Harry
panted and blinked dazedly. Crimson eyes blazed as they locked with his own as
the man lifted his head and licked his lips free of blood.
“Yours, yours. Oh god. Please, please. Please.”
“Mine. You. Are. Mine.”
“Yes. Your. Oh. God. My. Lord. Yours. Yours.” Harry fell into parseltongue,
babbling and hissing as the Dark Lord’s pace steadied and the friction hit just
the right spots. He whimpered and panted, soft cries lost amongst the sound of
the spray hitting the tiles.
“Come. Come for your Lord.” Voldemort hissed. Harry spilled on command, crying
out as the older man thrust deep and bit down on his shoulder, shuddering as he
coated his lover’s inner walls with his semen. He lapped gently at the bite
wound as he withdrew from his lover’s tight heat.
Harry panted and hummed as his legs were slowly let go of. He slid down the
front of the Dark Lord. Only his clasped hands against the back of  the man’s
neck was keeping Harry on his feet.
He stepped with Voldemort and shivered as the man rinsed off the both of them
and then soaped lazily and rinsed again with a smirk. Harry squeaked when
strong arms scooped him up as the water was waved off.
“Since that satisfied you… I believe the expression is and now for round two?”
Harry moaned but nodded. He knew his lover was insatiable and he looked forward
to that fact.
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