Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Possess me ❯ Chapter five ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Ciiah-chan 
Voldemort's explanation... and some kinky stuff.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.05.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Voldemort's explanation... and some kinky stuff.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.05.2007 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
I don't own Harry Potter.
I own the plot of this fic and any character I might use in it that is not from the books of Harry Potter.
Warnings; Explicit sex-scenes between men (quite extreme in this chapter, so brace yourselves). Dark!Harry. Vampirism. (Foul language might get included eventually)
Flashback from chapter 4;
"I hope you have time, Harry. This might take a while."
Harry nodded and frowned with concentration, as if he was trying to focus on a class. Voldemort smirked, lowering his eyelids.
"Would you like to become my mate?"
Chapter five
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Harry stared into the mirror, into those intense, red eyes. Voldemort's face remained cold and serious, and somehow it made Harry blush. Hot blood crept into his cheeks as Voldemort's gaze seemed to consume him. Harry swallowed. Dark shadows adorned the under side of the Dark Lord's eyes, giving him a mysterious look. His skin was pale still, but not the same sick paleness as he had had at the graveyard.
But... Mate? What the hell was that?
"Huh?" Harry said, once again cursing himself fro sounding so childish. Voldemort gave a small, barely visible smirk.
"Do you know what a vampire is, Harry?" Voldemort said with a purr in his voice, smirking as he saw the thrilling sparkle in Harry's eyes. The teen nodded. "Good. Do you know how vampirism works?"
Harry hesitated. He had read a lot about vampires lately, so yes, he did.
"I think so..." Harry said. "A vampire is someone who is un-dead. He's dead, but still lives. A vampire needs to drink human blood to get hemoglobin, but also for… physical pleasure," Harry blushed again and lowered his lashes, feeling like a timid girl. "To become a vampire, the vampire must first bite you and then let you drink from his blood, right?" Harry said, hoping that he didn't sound like a kid for putting it so simply.
Voldemort nodded and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
"Yes, that is correct, but see, what you just explained only includes muggles." The lord smirked wider. "We're a different story, Harry. A much more complicated one, too, I assure you."
"Explain," said Harry, feeling somewhat dense compared to the Dark Wizard who seemed to radiate knowledge and wisdom.
"For a wizard to become a vampire, you must be born with a special vampiric virus. It must already flow in your veins from birth, then you need to get bitten by a vampire to activate it. This means that you won't have to drink a vampire's blood. The bite is enough to transform you. But it's a rare species, Harry," Voldemort blinked slowly. "Only four or five wizards or witches with the vampiric virus is born during an entire century. Some of them choose to fight the virus, refusing to become what they were meant to be. Most of them succumb though. Willingly." Voldemort smirked wider, causing a shiver to run down Harry's spine. Voldemort continued.
"However, they do not become ordinary vampires. Since they already have magic blood in their veins, they become a mixture, between human and vampire. Not particularly stronger than ordinary vampires; however they do not die from sunlight."
Harry stared at the eyes in the mirror. Everything was so confusing. What was Voldemort trying to say? Was Harry a vampire? How absurd! He didn't have fangs or anything. He didn't even grow fangs after inhaling Snape's disgustingly sweet potion. Voldemort continued his explanation that only seemed to confuse Harry further.
"When such a wizard or witch is born, there is always some kind of sign on their body that reveals the virus. The most common is the color of the eyes." Voldemort smirked. "Fifteen years ago, I was told of a boy, born with bright green eyes. An unnatural color."
Harry swallowed and licked his lips. The excitement he had felt during the past ten minutes was beginning to turn into pure confusion, and a feeling similar to fear. He had longed for Voldemort so much it hurt, but now, when he was finally speaking to the Dark Lord that had haunted his dreams, he felt only confused. Dizzy even.
"Unnatural? Everyone keeps telling me I got them from my mother!"
Voldemort chuckled, once again sending pleasurable shivers down Harry's spine.
"You didn't. The shape of your eyes might be the same, and the color might be similar, but Lily Potter's eyes were not nearly as green as yours. They were a duller green, mixed with grey and brown; a human color," Voldemort almost spat, sounding slightly disgusted. Harry frowned, feeling somewhat offended as Voldemort spoke so disgustfully about his mother.
"Please, do not speak about my mother like that," Harry murmured timidly. Voldemort gave him a cold glance.
"Why shouldn't I? She was planning to lie too. She would never have told you about what you are, Harry. She would never have told you that you were born with a vampiric virus." Volemort scoffed, showing more emotion than ever in those red eyes that seemed even redder now. Was the Dark Lord angry? "Protection, they say. If she had been alive today, she would've forced you to live your life as a simple human, and you would perhaps never get the chance to understand just what was missing!" Voldemort yelled, but kept a straight face. Unlike Harry, who stared wide-eyed at the wizard in the mirror.
"Is that why you killed her?!" Harry yelled back, suddenly remembering, with a hot pang of anger, that he was talking to the very man who had robbed him of his parents! "What the hell do you think you know about me?"
Voldemort gave a dry laugh and closed his eyes.
"I know more about you than you do, that I promise."
Harry glared at the Lord for a couple of seconds before sighing and looking away.
"Then why did you do it?" He asked quietly. "Why did you kill my parents?"
Voldemort stared coldly at him for a minute or two, Harry returned the gaze, refusing to look away. Finally the lord sighed.
"Because I'm a selfish man, Harry."
Harry frowned.
"People who are born with vampiric viruses can never be fully satisfied with their life, unless they share it with someone of the same kind. Unless they get to mate with someone of the same kind. Humans just don't do it. It's like wanting water to drink and getting mud." Voldemort glared, although Harry didn't think it was directed at him. "And as I said, Harry, people like us aren't common. We're not like humans. The virus is not something that the Lady of Death randomly gives to just anyone. She has plans. We're pretty much obligated to figure it all out ourselves, but one thing I am certain of; we have a destined partner." Voldemort stared intensely at Harry before continuing.
"As I'm sure you've realized by now, I was born with the vampiric virus. As were you. For us to be born in the same country in the same century cannot be a coincidence. We belong together. I just could not allow your parents to fill your head with lies. You are mine."
Harry coughed at this, not sure if he should laugh or cry. And still, something in his head told him, almost screamed, that the Dark Lord was right.
"This is crazy." Harry whispered. Stubbornly ignoring just how pleasurable it was for him to hear these words from Voldemort, because somehow, the parts of him that were still human knew that it was wrong! Incredibly wrong! "You're lying, aren't you?" Harry murmured and gripped his hair, trying to calm down.
"Harry. You know I am right. Don't be foolish, boy!"
Harry’s eyes snapped open and stared angrily at the Dark Lord, full of disbelief. A faint trace of maddening joy sparkled in his chest, but it was overcome by panic, disbelief and fear.
"That's right! I am a boy! A boy! And you're a man!" Harry hissed, completely forgetting that he had already accepted the fact that he was not straight.
"Gender is not important, since we don't breed," Voldemort said darkly and Harry closed his eyes.
"Then... why the hell did you try to kill me?!" Harry asked, feeling slightly panicked.
This was weird. These were words he should love to hear. Hadn't he been longing for Voldemort to touch him? He had touched himself to the Dark Lord's image, for crying out loud! Why was he suddenly acting so cowardly? So childish? So human. Maybe it was because he hadn't had an erotic image in several days. Maybe his body had had the chance to retreat to its normal, oh-so human state again. Harry realized, with a slight sting of panic, that he didn't want that. He kinda missed those erotic images.
Although at the moment he was so outraged with confusion and anger that he would never even consider to admit this to the mad lord! That is, until Voldemort answered his latest question with a dark glare.
"I never tried to kill you."
Harry stared into nothingness. The darkness in the room increased for a couple of seconds as some of the grey clouds hid the moon. Harry blinked.
"You lie."
The red eyes remained unemotional. It fueled Harry's anger.
"No." The cold answer made Harry snap.
"Yes, you do!" Harry yelled, grateful for the strong silencing spell he had preformed. "Don't lie to me, you fucking prick! I've seen it happen in my dreams, I've heard my mother crying out-" Harry stopped to take a shuddering intake of air. "How the hell-? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"At the moment, you certainly act as if you are." Still unemotional. Harry felt as if he was talking to a doll. The red eyes in the mirror almost never blinked or moved. Harry scoffed.
"Then, please," he sneered, "Do explain."
At this Voldemort closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he held his gaze low, as if he was ashamed of himself.
"I came to your house that night... to kill your parents." Harry closed his eyes as well, fighting the angry tears back. "I was outraged. You, the person I had yearned for to be born for so long, was in the hands of those people. I knew that they were going to lie to you. Thinking they did what was best for you, they planned to suffocate every ounce of your true nature. I refused to let that happen. Do you understand this?" Voldemort said those last words with such a gentle, soft voice it made Harry open his damp eyes and meet that red gaze that suddenly seemed to hold so many emotions.
"As I stood by your bed that night, about to take you in my arms, Dumbledore arrived. Being so damn pure of heart," Voldemort scoffed mockingly, "He also thought himself to know what was best for you. He tried to kill me, without so much as thinking about the fact that you were right behind me. I could've avoided the curse, but then you would have died. So I let myself get hit by the curse, unfortunately, one small spark of the Avada Kedavra hit you despite my efforts to keep you alive. So, in the last second, with the last of my strength, I buried a piece of my soul into you, so that you would live on. I was already a vampire at that time. Burying a piece of my soul into you would undoubtedly save your life."
Harry blinked, mouth gaping, utterly shocked at what he was being told. It couldn't be true. Could it? Could Dumbledore really have been that careless?
"B-but... why did Dumbledore tell me-"
"That I tried to kill you? Because he wanted you to hate me. He knows what I am, and he knows what you are," Voldemort closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Everyone thinks that I am only interested in taking over the world of magic, which was indeed my intention from the beginning, but no longer. Dumbledore knows exactly how strong you and I could be if we were together, and he fears it. Vampires are evil creatures, Harry. Dumbledore is not evil. He is one of those who fight the evil. So he has tried to keep you away from me your entire life. "
"But... then what about what happened at the graveyard?" Harry asked, still shocked, clearly remembering an outraged Dark Lord, and enthusiastically trying to kill him in front of a large group of laughing Death Eaters. "It certainly didn't seem as if you were trying to keep me safe that time," Harry murmured, still not trusting Voldemort. Voldemort met his gaze and Harry's breath hitched.
"I must admit... I was... behaving strangely. I had been born again, so to speak, after being body-less for thirteen years, I was high on pleasure at the ability to perform magic on my own again. It was thrilling to be reunited with my Death Eaters again. But I was also angry. Angry at you, for actually believing in those lies everyone kept telling you. Angry at the world for lying to you. I wanted to punish you, Harry. I am sorry."
Voldemort blinked again.
"But I would never kill you."
Harry swallowed and unconsciously touched the scar on his forehead. Voldemort's gaze followed the hand and for a few seconds, the Dark Lord stared almost lovingly at the scar.
"You are mine, Harry. You know this. Deep down, your core is as dark as mine. You take pleasure in what is considered 'wrong', and you yearn to get away from all of those people who want to fool themselves that every day is a new day, filled with sunshine and flowers. There is death everywhere. You know this, and you embrace it. They do not. You know... deep down, that you do not belong to them. You belong with me. You belong to me."
Harry lowered his eyes, sinking back in the pillows, then meeting Voldemort's cold, intensive gaze.
"Is this true?" He whispered. Voldemort smirked.
"It is."
"Then I believe you," said Harry and smirked back. Voldemort blinked slowly. Harry sighed.
"There are some things I don't understand though... um... you... you sent me those..." Harry blushed and looked away. Voldemort chuckled darkly, and Harry noticed with a pang of embarrassment how arousing it was to hear the laughter emit from the Dark Wizard's lips. Sparks of pleasure danced over Harry's skin, and he tried his best not to shudder in front of Voldemort.
"I sent them to you Harry; flashes of my own imagination. Did you enjoy them?"
Harry swallowed and averted his gaze elsewhere.
"I-I suppose. But how did you do it? And why does it feel like you are in here sometimes... touching me..." Harry blushed madly at this and refused to look at the man in the mirror. Voldemort snickered.
"We have always been connected, Harry. But it wasn't until now, that I have my own body, that I can gather the strength to send you images. A piece of my soul is in you, boy. That's why I can communicate with you on such terms. That's why I can make you see those images. That's why I can make you feel like that."
Harry swallowed, trying his best to ignore the stirring in his groin and the quickening of his breath as Voldemort spoke to him with such a dark, sensual voice. It seemed to pull Harry, and the teen couldn't help but to fall into the arousal. Cursing his body's betrayal, Harry licked his lips.
"Do you feel so good, just from hearing my voice, Harry?" Voldemort said, a spark of amusement in his voice, as well as satisfaction. Harry blushed, still refusing to meet the Dark Lord's gaze. Voldemort snickered again, increasing Harry's erection so that it now strained against Harry's pajamas. Harry swallowed, and tried to control his breathing.
"Well, I haven't sent you any images in a couple of days. Your body is probably missing it," Voldemort whispered, "No wonder you are so excited just from this."
"S-stop it," Harry panted, absolutely shocked at how aroused he was. Good God, he was just listening to Voldemort's voice, and got a hard-on? Was it just his hormones?
"I believe it's time for gift number two. Open the red box, Harry," Voldemort purred and Harry swallowed, reaching for the crimson box with trembling fingers.
Harry sat up a bit, shifting uncomfortably as the erection was pressed against the rough fabric of his pajamas. He opened the box with one hand, took the gift out and stared at it as his cheeks took an even redder shade. He couldn't believe it and yet there it was. Harry didn't even know what to call it. He had never used one. It was a bendable stick with small, black balls, almost like marbles, in a row on it. Harry's breath hitched. Even though he had never seen one, and even though he was unsure how to use it, he was quite certain it was for sexual use. That much he understood.
He took it in his hand, refusing to acknowledge the increasing heat in his groin, and turned to Voldemort who was now smirking like a mad man.
"What the hell is this?" Harry asked, trying to sound normal and at the same time annoyed, which was hard, since his voice was husky and darker than normal. Voldemort chuckled.
"Anal beads."
At this Harry immediately wished he hadn't asked, because hearing Voldemort actually say the name of the strange object made it all the harder to keep his breathing even. He put it down on the mattress and sent Voldemort a dark look.
"I-I know that!" Not really. "But why are you giving this to me?"
Once again, an extremely stupid question. Voldemort quirked an eyebrow.
"I thought that was rather obvious. Would you like me to explain-"
"No!" Harry blushed and hid his eyes with his free hand. The other hand clutched the mirror tightly. "Don't say anything!"
Silence for a few seconds. The warm sensation in Harry's groin did not go away, and the urge to reach down and touch himself was getting stronger. He swallowed.
"But you are aroused, aren't you?" Voldemort's dark voice sent even more shudders through Harry who had to bite his lip to prevent himself from whimpering as he could feel his member swell, filling with blood. Voldemort snickered and Harry cast a glance at the mirror, silently begging for... something! Did he want Voldemort to shut up, or did he want to hear more? Harry wasn't sure.
"Please use it," Voldemort said, voice dark and slightly husky, as it always was, Harry realized and almost moaned. But he stubbornly turned his head away.
"Hell no!" He muttered. "I can't do that in front of someone else!"
Voldemort snickered again.
"But you really should. Your body is getting impatient. You're growing up Harry, and even though Dumbledore has tried to fool you your entire life, your body still knows exactly what it wants. Maybe you've noticed a certain change in your appearance? Your eyes, maybe?"
Harry turned to look at Voldemort. He nodded, glaring slightly. Voldemort smirked.
"It is simply because your body is unsatisfied. It yearns for more. You won't be satisfied just by touching yourself any more." Harry blushed even more. "Trust me when I say you will feel a lot better if you use my gift. I will talk you through it."
"That won't be necessary!" Harry snapped and threw the sex toy a nervous glance. Maybe he should… Voldemort gave a hoarse snigger.
"But I want to."
Harry couldn't help but to give a slight whimper at hearing this and squinted. His body grew hotter by each passing second. He didn't want to do something so kinky... so dirty, and yet at the same time he wanted to try. His body was honestly starting to feel really hot. Painfully so. And he hadn't felt any kind of arousal during the past couple of days, which made the warm, tingeling feeling seem so much... hotter than ususal.
So finally, he slowly turned to Voldemort and gave the Dark Lord a timid look, with lowered lashes.
"Tell me what to do."
Voldemort smirked and actually licked his lips, which caused Harry's already stiff member to stir against his pants. Harry groaned and took the pants off. When he was finally free from the pants, he decided to take off the entire pajamas. His body felt so warm. He was melting against his sheets. With red cheeks he glanced towards his groin, where his stiff member stood proudly against his stomach, red and arching. He then met Voldemort's red eyes, and a wave of wanting came over him, making him moan involuntarily.
"Show it to me, Harry," Voldemort whispered and Harry, blushing madly, directed the mirror towards his groin, letting Voldemort see exactly how turned on he was. Even more so than usual because now the Dark Lord was actually watching. He had been before too, but this time it felt so real, as if Voldemort was right next to him, and it aroused Harry more than he would ever admit.
"Touch yourself," came a dark voice from the mirror, and Harry, already too aroused to protest any more, let his hand travel over his chest and stomach, until it finally reached his erection that screamed for attention. He moaned loudly as his fingers wrapped around the shaft that started to form a small puddle of pre-cum at the tip. Harry took a firm grip and stroked himself, up and down, in a soft rhythm that sent spasms of pleasure throughout his body. He spread his legs wider. It wasn't enough.
With a small whimper, Harry started to stroke himself faster, causing more pre-cum to gather at the tip and slowly dribble over his stiff member.
"Hah!" Harry gasped and his breathing quickened into panting. God, he was so hot! His body was on fire. It still wasn't enough! The hand on his member wasn't enough. His hips started to undulate without his permission, but since it increased the pleasure, he let his hips do whatever they wanted. His body jerked as small shocks of pleasure coursed though him, making him close his eyes in bliss.
And yet it wasn't enough! Harry grunted, irritated at only having one hand to please himself with, as he had to hold on to the mirror with the other. He could've touched his nipples if he had had both hands free. Then he heard Voldemort chuckle.
"Harry, just cast a locking spell at the mirror and you won't have to hold it."
Harry paused, already feeling rather exhausted, and panted out a locking spell at the mirror. Then he placed the mirror by his pillow, so that Voldemort could see his body, and so that he would be able to hear what Voldemort told him to do. He now pinched his nipple, causing it to stiffen almost painfully, and moaned deep in his throat at the increased pleasure. What was it with pain that seemed to fuel Harry's arousal?
"Take the beads, Harry," Voldemort whispered, and Harry obeyed, abandoning his nipple. "Now lick the beads. Get them wet."
Harry did. He licked every one of those black balls until they were glistening. He noticed that they were increasing slightly in size in the end. After a little while, they were thoroughly soaked in Harry's saliva and Harry was now painfully hard, whimpering and grunting, as he noticed once again that the hand on his member simply wasn't enough to get him off!
"Now... spread your legs wider," Harry obeyed, and spread them as far as he could, knees up in the air, "and try to touch yourself. Insert a finger."
Harry swallowed and slowly, while still stroking himself lazily, let his hand slide towards his bottom. He did it from behind, realizing it was easier that way, and with trembling fingers, caressed the sensitive, slightly quivering opening. He let one finger slip in, amazed at how good it felt to press something trough the tight opening. Sparks of pleasure sot up from the area and he moaned, let the finger slip in further. He wiggled around for a little while, enjoying how much pleasure it gave him and was about to insert a second finger when Voldemort stopped him.
"Not yet. You mustn’t do it all at once. Take it slow. It will leave more pleasure to come. Take your finger out now."
Harry whimpered as that strange, but pleasurable feeling of fullness left him as the finger slid out. He noticed that the muscles around the opening were quivering, yearning for something.
"W-what now?" Harry panted, entirely too aroused to feel ashamed at how desperate he sounded. Voldemort chuckled again, and Harry couldn't help but to buck his hips.
"Insert the beads now."
Harry swallowed nervously and picked the sex toy up, licked the beads some more to get them wet again, and brought them between his legs.
"I can't do this." he murmured, and teased his shuddering opening with the first bead. "It feels weird."
"It will feel good."
Harry closed his eyes and let the first bead slip through. He gasped and snapped his eyes open, before closing them again as small tingles spread over his skin, making him want to scream. He let the second bead slip through and the same feeling came over him. Stroking himself even faster, he peered through heavy lidded eyes at the erotic scene between his legs. The third bead went in, and Harry panted harder, feeling the pre-cum dribble over his fingers.
"That's good, Harry. You're such a good boy," Voldemort purred darkly, making Harry groan and thrash his head.
"My lord..." Harry whispered. The fourth bead went in, and it was slightly bigger than the previous ones. Harry gasped and arched his back. He could feel the beads inside him, massaging his inner walls, creating a pressure inside... one that made him want to weep with pleasure. "It feels so... good... so good!" Harry chanted, eyes tightly closed. Another wave of maddening, hot pleasure seared through him as the fifth bead went in. Harry gave a sobbing moan and stroked himself even faster.
"I knew you would like it. You feel good, don't you?"
Harry whimpered some sort of affirmation and bucked his hips wildly, thrilled as the beads inside him moved and teased him from the inside.
"Yes!" He gasped out.
"You're about to come, aren't you? So soon... You've been longing for this, haven't you?" Voldemort purred again, and Harry whimpered helplessly, falling in love with that dark, hoarse voice.
"I-I can't! I'm going to!" The sixth bead slipped in, and that was it. With a silent howl, Harry let himself go, clenching his inner walls, loving the feeling of having the beads inside. His eyes rolled backwards as the white cum splashed against his chest and stomach. "Fuck, yes!" Harry yelled in maddening pleasure, as his body jerked from the aftershocks of climax.
When the powerful orgasm was over, Harry laid motionless on his bed, too exhausted to move, or to even pull the beads out. Soaked with his own cum, he took the mirror in his hand again and met the Dark Lord's gaze. It was as intense as ever.
"Was that good?" Harry asked, hoping he had done it right. A strange warmth sparked in his chest as Voldemort smirked and nodded.
"Oh yes, Harry. That was very good indeed."
Harry smiled tiredly.
"I'm glad."
"You should wash yourself up before going to sleep."
Harry agreed and did a cleansing spell to his body, and one to his bed which was rather sticky. When he was satisfied with the cleaning, he pulled the beads out carefully, then crept under his blanket and snuggled against the pillow, gazing into the red eyes of Voldemort. The eyes blinked slowly again, an almost soft expression. Harry sighed and put his hot forehead to the glass, as if trying to get closer to the dark lord.
"I want to see you. I want you to touch me." he murmured, ignoring how embarrassed he felt to admit what he wanted. Voldemort nodded.
"We will meet, eventually. Nagini will explain everything later. You see, there is a way for me to get into Hogwarts."
Harry snapped his eyes open at this. There was a way?! He wanted it! A desperate feeling of wanting flowed inside The Boy Who Lived, and he grinned excitedly at the Dark Lord on the other side of the mirror.
"Tell me."
tbc.
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I hope Voldemort's long explanation made some sense. I really tried to make it sound easy. If there's something you're pondering over, just ask. I've been working my ass off for you guys, and fyi, it's 3:30 am here, so I'm like... really tired right now.
And since I didn't write a sex-scene in chapter four, I wrote a major one in this chapter. Hope you liked it. It's been a while since I wrote something so... kinky. I'm actually quite embarrassed of my oh-so dirty mind! (blu~sh)
Next chapter; Voldemort tells Harry about how he can get into Hogwarts. It's going to get a little complicated, but trust me; there will be naughty-ness involved sooner or later.
I own the plot of this fic and any character I might use in it that is not from the books of Harry Potter.
Warnings; Explicit sex-scenes between men (quite extreme in this chapter, so brace yourselves). Dark!Harry. Vampirism. (Foul language might get included eventually)
Flashback from chapter 4;
"I hope you have time, Harry. This might take a while."
Harry nodded and frowned with concentration, as if he was trying to focus on a class. Voldemort smirked, lowering his eyelids.
"Would you like to become my mate?"
Chapter five
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Harry stared into the mirror, into those intense, red eyes. Voldemort's face remained cold and serious, and somehow it made Harry blush. Hot blood crept into his cheeks as Voldemort's gaze seemed to consume him. Harry swallowed. Dark shadows adorned the under side of the Dark Lord's eyes, giving him a mysterious look. His skin was pale still, but not the same sick paleness as he had had at the graveyard.
But... Mate? What the hell was that?
"Huh?" Harry said, once again cursing himself fro sounding so childish. Voldemort gave a small, barely visible smirk.
"Do you know what a vampire is, Harry?" Voldemort said with a purr in his voice, smirking as he saw the thrilling sparkle in Harry's eyes. The teen nodded. "Good. Do you know how vampirism works?"
Harry hesitated. He had read a lot about vampires lately, so yes, he did.
"I think so..." Harry said. "A vampire is someone who is un-dead. He's dead, but still lives. A vampire needs to drink human blood to get hemoglobin, but also for… physical pleasure," Harry blushed again and lowered his lashes, feeling like a timid girl. "To become a vampire, the vampire must first bite you and then let you drink from his blood, right?" Harry said, hoping that he didn't sound like a kid for putting it so simply.
Voldemort nodded and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
"Yes, that is correct, but see, what you just explained only includes muggles." The lord smirked wider. "We're a different story, Harry. A much more complicated one, too, I assure you."
"Explain," said Harry, feeling somewhat dense compared to the Dark Wizard who seemed to radiate knowledge and wisdom.
"For a wizard to become a vampire, you must be born with a special vampiric virus. It must already flow in your veins from birth, then you need to get bitten by a vampire to activate it. This means that you won't have to drink a vampire's blood. The bite is enough to transform you. But it's a rare species, Harry," Voldemort blinked slowly. "Only four or five wizards or witches with the vampiric virus is born during an entire century. Some of them choose to fight the virus, refusing to become what they were meant to be. Most of them succumb though. Willingly." Voldemort smirked wider, causing a shiver to run down Harry's spine. Voldemort continued.
"However, they do not become ordinary vampires. Since they already have magic blood in their veins, they become a mixture, between human and vampire. Not particularly stronger than ordinary vampires; however they do not die from sunlight."
Harry stared at the eyes in the mirror. Everything was so confusing. What was Voldemort trying to say? Was Harry a vampire? How absurd! He didn't have fangs or anything. He didn't even grow fangs after inhaling Snape's disgustingly sweet potion. Voldemort continued his explanation that only seemed to confuse Harry further.
"When such a wizard or witch is born, there is always some kind of sign on their body that reveals the virus. The most common is the color of the eyes." Voldemort smirked. "Fifteen years ago, I was told of a boy, born with bright green eyes. An unnatural color."
Harry swallowed and licked his lips. The excitement he had felt during the past ten minutes was beginning to turn into pure confusion, and a feeling similar to fear. He had longed for Voldemort so much it hurt, but now, when he was finally speaking to the Dark Lord that had haunted his dreams, he felt only confused. Dizzy even.
"Unnatural? Everyone keeps telling me I got them from my mother!"
Voldemort chuckled, once again sending pleasurable shivers down Harry's spine.
"You didn't. The shape of your eyes might be the same, and the color might be similar, but Lily Potter's eyes were not nearly as green as yours. They were a duller green, mixed with grey and brown; a human color," Voldemort almost spat, sounding slightly disgusted. Harry frowned, feeling somewhat offended as Voldemort spoke so disgustfully about his mother.
"Please, do not speak about my mother like that," Harry murmured timidly. Voldemort gave him a cold glance.
"Why shouldn't I? She was planning to lie too. She would never have told you about what you are, Harry. She would never have told you that you were born with a vampiric virus." Volemort scoffed, showing more emotion than ever in those red eyes that seemed even redder now. Was the Dark Lord angry? "Protection, they say. If she had been alive today, she would've forced you to live your life as a simple human, and you would perhaps never get the chance to understand just what was missing!" Voldemort yelled, but kept a straight face. Unlike Harry, who stared wide-eyed at the wizard in the mirror.
"Is that why you killed her?!" Harry yelled back, suddenly remembering, with a hot pang of anger, that he was talking to the very man who had robbed him of his parents! "What the hell do you think you know about me?"
Voldemort gave a dry laugh and closed his eyes.
"I know more about you than you do, that I promise."
Harry glared at the Lord for a couple of seconds before sighing and looking away.
"Then why did you do it?" He asked quietly. "Why did you kill my parents?"
Voldemort stared coldly at him for a minute or two, Harry returned the gaze, refusing to look away. Finally the lord sighed.
"Because I'm a selfish man, Harry."
Harry frowned.
"People who are born with vampiric viruses can never be fully satisfied with their life, unless they share it with someone of the same kind. Unless they get to mate with someone of the same kind. Humans just don't do it. It's like wanting water to drink and getting mud." Voldemort glared, although Harry didn't think it was directed at him. "And as I said, Harry, people like us aren't common. We're not like humans. The virus is not something that the Lady of Death randomly gives to just anyone. She has plans. We're pretty much obligated to figure it all out ourselves, but one thing I am certain of; we have a destined partner." Voldemort stared intensely at Harry before continuing.
"As I'm sure you've realized by now, I was born with the vampiric virus. As were you. For us to be born in the same country in the same century cannot be a coincidence. We belong together. I just could not allow your parents to fill your head with lies. You are mine."
Harry coughed at this, not sure if he should laugh or cry. And still, something in his head told him, almost screamed, that the Dark Lord was right.
"This is crazy." Harry whispered. Stubbornly ignoring just how pleasurable it was for him to hear these words from Voldemort, because somehow, the parts of him that were still human knew that it was wrong! Incredibly wrong! "You're lying, aren't you?" Harry murmured and gripped his hair, trying to calm down.
"Harry. You know I am right. Don't be foolish, boy!"
Harry’s eyes snapped open and stared angrily at the Dark Lord, full of disbelief. A faint trace of maddening joy sparkled in his chest, but it was overcome by panic, disbelief and fear.
"That's right! I am a boy! A boy! And you're a man!" Harry hissed, completely forgetting that he had already accepted the fact that he was not straight.
"Gender is not important, since we don't breed," Voldemort said darkly and Harry closed his eyes.
"Then... why the hell did you try to kill me?!" Harry asked, feeling slightly panicked.
This was weird. These were words he should love to hear. Hadn't he been longing for Voldemort to touch him? He had touched himself to the Dark Lord's image, for crying out loud! Why was he suddenly acting so cowardly? So childish? So human. Maybe it was because he hadn't had an erotic image in several days. Maybe his body had had the chance to retreat to its normal, oh-so human state again. Harry realized, with a slight sting of panic, that he didn't want that. He kinda missed those erotic images.
Although at the moment he was so outraged with confusion and anger that he would never even consider to admit this to the mad lord! That is, until Voldemort answered his latest question with a dark glare.
"I never tried to kill you."
Harry stared into nothingness. The darkness in the room increased for a couple of seconds as some of the grey clouds hid the moon. Harry blinked.
"You lie."
The red eyes remained unemotional. It fueled Harry's anger.
"No." The cold answer made Harry snap.
"Yes, you do!" Harry yelled, grateful for the strong silencing spell he had preformed. "Don't lie to me, you fucking prick! I've seen it happen in my dreams, I've heard my mother crying out-" Harry stopped to take a shuddering intake of air. "How the hell-? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"At the moment, you certainly act as if you are." Still unemotional. Harry felt as if he was talking to a doll. The red eyes in the mirror almost never blinked or moved. Harry scoffed.
"Then, please," he sneered, "Do explain."
At this Voldemort closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he held his gaze low, as if he was ashamed of himself.
"I came to your house that night... to kill your parents." Harry closed his eyes as well, fighting the angry tears back. "I was outraged. You, the person I had yearned for to be born for so long, was in the hands of those people. I knew that they were going to lie to you. Thinking they did what was best for you, they planned to suffocate every ounce of your true nature. I refused to let that happen. Do you understand this?" Voldemort said those last words with such a gentle, soft voice it made Harry open his damp eyes and meet that red gaze that suddenly seemed to hold so many emotions.
"As I stood by your bed that night, about to take you in my arms, Dumbledore arrived. Being so damn pure of heart," Voldemort scoffed mockingly, "He also thought himself to know what was best for you. He tried to kill me, without so much as thinking about the fact that you were right behind me. I could've avoided the curse, but then you would have died. So I let myself get hit by the curse, unfortunately, one small spark of the Avada Kedavra hit you despite my efforts to keep you alive. So, in the last second, with the last of my strength, I buried a piece of my soul into you, so that you would live on. I was already a vampire at that time. Burying a piece of my soul into you would undoubtedly save your life."
Harry blinked, mouth gaping, utterly shocked at what he was being told. It couldn't be true. Could it? Could Dumbledore really have been that careless?
"B-but... why did Dumbledore tell me-"
"That I tried to kill you? Because he wanted you to hate me. He knows what I am, and he knows what you are," Voldemort closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Everyone thinks that I am only interested in taking over the world of magic, which was indeed my intention from the beginning, but no longer. Dumbledore knows exactly how strong you and I could be if we were together, and he fears it. Vampires are evil creatures, Harry. Dumbledore is not evil. He is one of those who fight the evil. So he has tried to keep you away from me your entire life. "
"But... then what about what happened at the graveyard?" Harry asked, still shocked, clearly remembering an outraged Dark Lord, and enthusiastically trying to kill him in front of a large group of laughing Death Eaters. "It certainly didn't seem as if you were trying to keep me safe that time," Harry murmured, still not trusting Voldemort. Voldemort met his gaze and Harry's breath hitched.
"I must admit... I was... behaving strangely. I had been born again, so to speak, after being body-less for thirteen years, I was high on pleasure at the ability to perform magic on my own again. It was thrilling to be reunited with my Death Eaters again. But I was also angry. Angry at you, for actually believing in those lies everyone kept telling you. Angry at the world for lying to you. I wanted to punish you, Harry. I am sorry."
Voldemort blinked again.
"But I would never kill you."
Harry swallowed and unconsciously touched the scar on his forehead. Voldemort's gaze followed the hand and for a few seconds, the Dark Lord stared almost lovingly at the scar.
"You are mine, Harry. You know this. Deep down, your core is as dark as mine. You take pleasure in what is considered 'wrong', and you yearn to get away from all of those people who want to fool themselves that every day is a new day, filled with sunshine and flowers. There is death everywhere. You know this, and you embrace it. They do not. You know... deep down, that you do not belong to them. You belong with me. You belong to me."
Harry lowered his eyes, sinking back in the pillows, then meeting Voldemort's cold, intensive gaze.
"Is this true?" He whispered. Voldemort smirked.
"It is."
"Then I believe you," said Harry and smirked back. Voldemort blinked slowly. Harry sighed.
"There are some things I don't understand though... um... you... you sent me those..." Harry blushed and looked away. Voldemort chuckled darkly, and Harry noticed with a pang of embarrassment how arousing it was to hear the laughter emit from the Dark Wizard's lips. Sparks of pleasure danced over Harry's skin, and he tried his best not to shudder in front of Voldemort.
"I sent them to you Harry; flashes of my own imagination. Did you enjoy them?"
Harry swallowed and averted his gaze elsewhere.
"I-I suppose. But how did you do it? And why does it feel like you are in here sometimes... touching me..." Harry blushed madly at this and refused to look at the man in the mirror. Voldemort snickered.
"We have always been connected, Harry. But it wasn't until now, that I have my own body, that I can gather the strength to send you images. A piece of my soul is in you, boy. That's why I can communicate with you on such terms. That's why I can make you see those images. That's why I can make you feel like that."
Harry swallowed, trying his best to ignore the stirring in his groin and the quickening of his breath as Voldemort spoke to him with such a dark, sensual voice. It seemed to pull Harry, and the teen couldn't help but to fall into the arousal. Cursing his body's betrayal, Harry licked his lips.
"Do you feel so good, just from hearing my voice, Harry?" Voldemort said, a spark of amusement in his voice, as well as satisfaction. Harry blushed, still refusing to meet the Dark Lord's gaze. Voldemort snickered again, increasing Harry's erection so that it now strained against Harry's pajamas. Harry swallowed, and tried to control his breathing.
"Well, I haven't sent you any images in a couple of days. Your body is probably missing it," Voldemort whispered, "No wonder you are so excited just from this."
"S-stop it," Harry panted, absolutely shocked at how aroused he was. Good God, he was just listening to Voldemort's voice, and got a hard-on? Was it just his hormones?
"I believe it's time for gift number two. Open the red box, Harry," Voldemort purred and Harry swallowed, reaching for the crimson box with trembling fingers.
Harry sat up a bit, shifting uncomfortably as the erection was pressed against the rough fabric of his pajamas. He opened the box with one hand, took the gift out and stared at it as his cheeks took an even redder shade. He couldn't believe it and yet there it was. Harry didn't even know what to call it. He had never used one. It was a bendable stick with small, black balls, almost like marbles, in a row on it. Harry's breath hitched. Even though he had never seen one, and even though he was unsure how to use it, he was quite certain it was for sexual use. That much he understood.
He took it in his hand, refusing to acknowledge the increasing heat in his groin, and turned to Voldemort who was now smirking like a mad man.
"What the hell is this?" Harry asked, trying to sound normal and at the same time annoyed, which was hard, since his voice was husky and darker than normal. Voldemort chuckled.
"Anal beads."
At this Harry immediately wished he hadn't asked, because hearing Voldemort actually say the name of the strange object made it all the harder to keep his breathing even. He put it down on the mattress and sent Voldemort a dark look.
"I-I know that!" Not really. "But why are you giving this to me?"
Once again, an extremely stupid question. Voldemort quirked an eyebrow.
"I thought that was rather obvious. Would you like me to explain-"
"No!" Harry blushed and hid his eyes with his free hand. The other hand clutched the mirror tightly. "Don't say anything!"
Silence for a few seconds. The warm sensation in Harry's groin did not go away, and the urge to reach down and touch himself was getting stronger. He swallowed.
"But you are aroused, aren't you?" Voldemort's dark voice sent even more shudders through Harry who had to bite his lip to prevent himself from whimpering as he could feel his member swell, filling with blood. Voldemort snickered and Harry cast a glance at the mirror, silently begging for... something! Did he want Voldemort to shut up, or did he want to hear more? Harry wasn't sure.
"Please use it," Voldemort said, voice dark and slightly husky, as it always was, Harry realized and almost moaned. But he stubbornly turned his head away.
"Hell no!" He muttered. "I can't do that in front of someone else!"
Voldemort snickered again.
"But you really should. Your body is getting impatient. You're growing up Harry, and even though Dumbledore has tried to fool you your entire life, your body still knows exactly what it wants. Maybe you've noticed a certain change in your appearance? Your eyes, maybe?"
Harry turned to look at Voldemort. He nodded, glaring slightly. Voldemort smirked.
"It is simply because your body is unsatisfied. It yearns for more. You won't be satisfied just by touching yourself any more." Harry blushed even more. "Trust me when I say you will feel a lot better if you use my gift. I will talk you through it."
"That won't be necessary!" Harry snapped and threw the sex toy a nervous glance. Maybe he should… Voldemort gave a hoarse snigger.
"But I want to."
Harry couldn't help but to give a slight whimper at hearing this and squinted. His body grew hotter by each passing second. He didn't want to do something so kinky... so dirty, and yet at the same time he wanted to try. His body was honestly starting to feel really hot. Painfully so. And he hadn't felt any kind of arousal during the past couple of days, which made the warm, tingeling feeling seem so much... hotter than ususal.
So finally, he slowly turned to Voldemort and gave the Dark Lord a timid look, with lowered lashes.
"Tell me what to do."
Voldemort smirked and actually licked his lips, which caused Harry's already stiff member to stir against his pants. Harry groaned and took the pants off. When he was finally free from the pants, he decided to take off the entire pajamas. His body felt so warm. He was melting against his sheets. With red cheeks he glanced towards his groin, where his stiff member stood proudly against his stomach, red and arching. He then met Voldemort's red eyes, and a wave of wanting came over him, making him moan involuntarily.
"Show it to me, Harry," Voldemort whispered and Harry, blushing madly, directed the mirror towards his groin, letting Voldemort see exactly how turned on he was. Even more so than usual because now the Dark Lord was actually watching. He had been before too, but this time it felt so real, as if Voldemort was right next to him, and it aroused Harry more than he would ever admit.
"Touch yourself," came a dark voice from the mirror, and Harry, already too aroused to protest any more, let his hand travel over his chest and stomach, until it finally reached his erection that screamed for attention. He moaned loudly as his fingers wrapped around the shaft that started to form a small puddle of pre-cum at the tip. Harry took a firm grip and stroked himself, up and down, in a soft rhythm that sent spasms of pleasure throughout his body. He spread his legs wider. It wasn't enough.
With a small whimper, Harry started to stroke himself faster, causing more pre-cum to gather at the tip and slowly dribble over his stiff member.
"Hah!" Harry gasped and his breathing quickened into panting. God, he was so hot! His body was on fire. It still wasn't enough! The hand on his member wasn't enough. His hips started to undulate without his permission, but since it increased the pleasure, he let his hips do whatever they wanted. His body jerked as small shocks of pleasure coursed though him, making him close his eyes in bliss.
And yet it wasn't enough! Harry grunted, irritated at only having one hand to please himself with, as he had to hold on to the mirror with the other. He could've touched his nipples if he had had both hands free. Then he heard Voldemort chuckle.
"Harry, just cast a locking spell at the mirror and you won't have to hold it."
Harry paused, already feeling rather exhausted, and panted out a locking spell at the mirror. Then he placed the mirror by his pillow, so that Voldemort could see his body, and so that he would be able to hear what Voldemort told him to do. He now pinched his nipple, causing it to stiffen almost painfully, and moaned deep in his throat at the increased pleasure. What was it with pain that seemed to fuel Harry's arousal?
"Take the beads, Harry," Voldemort whispered, and Harry obeyed, abandoning his nipple. "Now lick the beads. Get them wet."
Harry did. He licked every one of those black balls until they were glistening. He noticed that they were increasing slightly in size in the end. After a little while, they were thoroughly soaked in Harry's saliva and Harry was now painfully hard, whimpering and grunting, as he noticed once again that the hand on his member simply wasn't enough to get him off!
"Now... spread your legs wider," Harry obeyed, and spread them as far as he could, knees up in the air, "and try to touch yourself. Insert a finger."
Harry swallowed and slowly, while still stroking himself lazily, let his hand slide towards his bottom. He did it from behind, realizing it was easier that way, and with trembling fingers, caressed the sensitive, slightly quivering opening. He let one finger slip in, amazed at how good it felt to press something trough the tight opening. Sparks of pleasure sot up from the area and he moaned, let the finger slip in further. He wiggled around for a little while, enjoying how much pleasure it gave him and was about to insert a second finger when Voldemort stopped him.
"Not yet. You mustn’t do it all at once. Take it slow. It will leave more pleasure to come. Take your finger out now."
Harry whimpered as that strange, but pleasurable feeling of fullness left him as the finger slid out. He noticed that the muscles around the opening were quivering, yearning for something.
"W-what now?" Harry panted, entirely too aroused to feel ashamed at how desperate he sounded. Voldemort chuckled again, and Harry couldn't help but to buck his hips.
"Insert the beads now."
Harry swallowed nervously and picked the sex toy up, licked the beads some more to get them wet again, and brought them between his legs.
"I can't do this." he murmured, and teased his shuddering opening with the first bead. "It feels weird."
"It will feel good."
Harry closed his eyes and let the first bead slip through. He gasped and snapped his eyes open, before closing them again as small tingles spread over his skin, making him want to scream. He let the second bead slip through and the same feeling came over him. Stroking himself even faster, he peered through heavy lidded eyes at the erotic scene between his legs. The third bead went in, and Harry panted harder, feeling the pre-cum dribble over his fingers.
"That's good, Harry. You're such a good boy," Voldemort purred darkly, making Harry groan and thrash his head.
"My lord..." Harry whispered. The fourth bead went in, and it was slightly bigger than the previous ones. Harry gasped and arched his back. He could feel the beads inside him, massaging his inner walls, creating a pressure inside... one that made him want to weep with pleasure. "It feels so... good... so good!" Harry chanted, eyes tightly closed. Another wave of maddening, hot pleasure seared through him as the fifth bead went in. Harry gave a sobbing moan and stroked himself even faster.
"I knew you would like it. You feel good, don't you?"
Harry whimpered some sort of affirmation and bucked his hips wildly, thrilled as the beads inside him moved and teased him from the inside.
"Yes!" He gasped out.
"You're about to come, aren't you? So soon... You've been longing for this, haven't you?" Voldemort purred again, and Harry whimpered helplessly, falling in love with that dark, hoarse voice.
"I-I can't! I'm going to!" The sixth bead slipped in, and that was it. With a silent howl, Harry let himself go, clenching his inner walls, loving the feeling of having the beads inside. His eyes rolled backwards as the white cum splashed against his chest and stomach. "Fuck, yes!" Harry yelled in maddening pleasure, as his body jerked from the aftershocks of climax.
When the powerful orgasm was over, Harry laid motionless on his bed, too exhausted to move, or to even pull the beads out. Soaked with his own cum, he took the mirror in his hand again and met the Dark Lord's gaze. It was as intense as ever.
"Was that good?" Harry asked, hoping he had done it right. A strange warmth sparked in his chest as Voldemort smirked and nodded.
"Oh yes, Harry. That was very good indeed."
Harry smiled tiredly.
"I'm glad."
"You should wash yourself up before going to sleep."
Harry agreed and did a cleansing spell to his body, and one to his bed which was rather sticky. When he was satisfied with the cleaning, he pulled the beads out carefully, then crept under his blanket and snuggled against the pillow, gazing into the red eyes of Voldemort. The eyes blinked slowly again, an almost soft expression. Harry sighed and put his hot forehead to the glass, as if trying to get closer to the dark lord.
"I want to see you. I want you to touch me." he murmured, ignoring how embarrassed he felt to admit what he wanted. Voldemort nodded.
"We will meet, eventually. Nagini will explain everything later. You see, there is a way for me to get into Hogwarts."
Harry snapped his eyes open at this. There was a way?! He wanted it! A desperate feeling of wanting flowed inside The Boy Who Lived, and he grinned excitedly at the Dark Lord on the other side of the mirror.
"Tell me."
tbc.
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I hope Voldemort's long explanation made some sense. I really tried to make it sound easy. If there's something you're pondering over, just ask. I've been working my ass off for you guys, and fyi, it's 3:30 am here, so I'm like... really tired right now.
And since I didn't write a sex-scene in chapter four, I wrote a major one in this chapter. Hope you liked it. It's been a while since I wrote something so... kinky. I'm actually quite embarrassed of my oh-so dirty mind! (blu~sh)
Next chapter; Voldemort tells Harry about how he can get into Hogwarts. It's going to get a little complicated, but trust me; there will be naughty-ness involved sooner or later.