FIC: Love and War

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Title: Love and War
Author: barbie_manish
Challenge: Non Challenge
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not mine. They belong to JK Rowling
Pairings: Harry/Voldemort
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Harry and Voldemort fight the final battle, but not all is what it seems
Word Count: 1087
Archived at: The Ambiguous Inmate's Adult Fiction Archive
Author’s Notes:

The double door opened to reveal the largest gathering of Death Eaters Harry had ever seen. Snape and Lucius stood by Voldemort's chair, and a small cushioned pallet was set at Snape's feet; Harry assumed that it was Wormtail's usual spot. Nott pushed Harry's back until he was mechanically walking through the army of angry faces. When he stopped in front of Voldemort, he was pushed to the ground and kicked forward to kiss the Dark Lord's robes.

I have a better idea... Harry laughed to himself.

Harry climbed upon Voldemort's lap and kissed him right on his forehead, where Harry's own lighting shaped scar was forever burned.

When Harry tried to climb down, however, to strong hands held him in place. He looked into the red eyes of his enemy and saw something frightening burning deep within. Harry fought and tried to get away, but Snape and Malfoy were soon joining their master in his conquest.

They chained his hands to the back of Voldemort's throne so that Harry's body was pressed snugly against his. He felt something hard pressing into his thigh and fell shaking in defeat. He knew what was coming next.

A slow wave of Voldemort's hand and Harry's clothes had disappeared. Harry yelped and tugged at his bindings in desperation, but they wouldn't give. Harry felt something snap around his neck, and forced himself against the Dark Lord to pull on the chained collar at his neck.

"Thought it would be funny to mock me?" Voldemort hissed into Harry's ear, sending terrifying chills down the boy's back.

"Please..." Harry whimpered as those strong, but elegant hands ran down his back, "No..."

"I'm afraid it's much too late for that, Harry." Voldemort said, loud enough for every Death Eater to hear.

Harry felt the hand move under him and adjust the robes to reveal a stiff white cock, large enough to put a giant to shame. Harry let out a whimper when he saw it and felt his entire body clench anxiously. Surely Voldemort wasn't going to put that inside him!

A strong hand pushed Harry away from Voldemort's chest, so that he could look into the murderous slits of the Dark Lord's eyes. Harry cringed when he saw the other hand holding a small potions vial full of something blue and oily.

"This is a new product of your Potions Master, Harry;" Voldemort drawled in his most accomplished voice, "It gives the power of the submissive to the dominant. Do you know what that means, Harry?"

Harry gulped audibly and watched as his enemy poured some of the potion out onto his fingers. He put the vial down and curled his hand around the back of Harry's neck, entwining his fingers in the boy's fringe. Harry felt the chains loosen as the hand pulled his face down to rest on Voldemort's shoulder, exposing his arse for the wet, questing fingers.

Voldemort made small circles around Harry's entrance before pushing one finger in, up to the first knuckle. Harry clenched and squirmed, but he couldn't deter the Dark Lord. The finger pushed slowly deeper until the entire digit was buried in Harry's arse. The finger stilled and remained immobile for just long enough to put Harry on edge; then, it wiggled. Harry moaned like a whore into Voldemort's ear, taking hold of the man's shoulders for support.

"You like that, don't you, Harry..." Voldemort laughed, "You want me to fuck you!"

Harry pushed down on the finger, urging it deeper. His traitorous cock hard and leaking between himself and the Dark Lord. The one finger retreated enough for two to slide in and begin pushing in and out of the boy's hungry opening. Harry continued to writhe in his enemy's arms until those wonderful fingers hit something pure magic inside him.

Harry yelled and came in short streams, falling boneless onto Voldemort's shoulder again. The two fingers continued to move and scissor inside him. The other hand moved up Harry's chest and ran gently down again, bushing against sensitive nipples and slipping gently into his naval. Harry felt his cock begin to stir again so quickly that it almost burned with sensation.

"Please!" Harry cried, whimpering at the disappearance of the fingers from his arse.

After a few moments, the fingers were replaced with something much larger, and much harder. Harry pressed down pleadingly upon it and it was soon thrust up to the hilt in his arse. Harry howled and began thrusting against the intrusion, pushing it deeper. He felt long hands still his hips and the angle of the Dark Lord's cock change, then it thrust up into Harry's begging form, hitting the magic nerves and sending the boy reeling.

Voldemort continued to thrust into the boy until he felt the youthful climax approaching again. He reached between them and pulled the boy's balls down, squeezing them and starving off the boy's release. Harry cried and flailed in his arms until the thrusts got faster, harder, and wet seed was spilled inside him. He felt for the expulsion of his power, and possibly his life, but it never came. The cock in his arse softened and slipped out softly, with no apparent movement from its owner.

Harry felt clothed arms circle him and remove him from his enemy's lap, breaking the binds that had once held him there. He looked at the unblinking, cold eyes of Voldemort and felt himself grow cold as well.

Harry felt the sickening spinning and found himself elsewhere, still in Snape's arms. He was quickly dropped onto a seat that suited the tastes of the Potions Master, but was entirely too hard on Harry's no longer virgin bum.

"I never would have thought it, Potter!" Snape spat, circling the chair Harry had been placed in, "The hero of the Wizarding World is nothing more than a bloody incubus!"

Harry felt something hard fall in his lap and looked down upon Voldemort's wand. He lifted it in his hand and looked over at Snape. Snape rolled his hand in a gesture for Harry to cast a spell, and Harry pointed it at his former Potions Master, the man who had killed his mentor, and betrayed them all. He looked into the dour man's eyes and hissed, "Avada Kedavra!!"

Snape nodded his head and looked down at the newborn squib. The potion had indeed worked, but it would do no good for either of them now. He pointed his wand at his former charge and smiled, "Avada Kedavra."