Compulsion | Harry Potter and Voldemort Mpreg |

Compulsion {Chapter 7}

The touches have gotten more determined over the week. It's Harry's birthday now and he swears Voldemort pinched his arse a few times. Speaking of Voldemort those stupid feelings have yet to go away, they have, much to his regret, gotten worse after the dinner conversations they've been having each night. The man really is like a different person when it's just the two of them then when he is with his Death Eaters. It's nice to be able to see a different side of him, not that he changes all too much. It's not like he becomes a chipper man, he'd be terrified if he smiled but more...sane perhaps. He was easy to talk to, for the most part. Treated him like an adult. He, surprisingly, made Harry feel comfortable in a place filled with Death Eaters. It was hard for Harry to explain, even to himself but whatever it was he liked it. It was something he wanted for a long time to come.

But for now Harry walked around the small garden in the dusty manor, the house-elves had made him an extra-large cake for his birthday and were determined to make sure he ate it. All of it. It seems they have taken on the responsibility of undoing the lack of proper meals he'd had over the last 14 years with his relatives. He wouldn't mind if the idiot he had dinner with didn't snicker when the house-elf glared at him to eat. Why did he like him again?

Harry let himself smile from where he stood under a small tree. It was becoming a rather enjoyable birthday. Other than the cake form the house-elves he hadn't gotten much, it didn't bother him though. The only other thing was a small box that had sat on the table where he sat for breakfast that morning. A small teardrop shaped emerald, a silver wire curled around it like a snake. It was an emergency portkey, with 'home' in parseltongue as the activating word. Not a bad birthday indeed.

Harry continued to smile and hum to himself only to stop, startled at a noise behind him. He turned and watched Voldemort stride his was over to him.

"Hello."

"Hmm. I trust your birthday has been well so far. I do apologize that I could have been there this morning for breakfast but I trust you got your present?"

The teen nodded. "Yes. I got it." His hand briefly touched his chest where the necklace lay. "It's been nice. One of the best birthdays ever."

Voldemort nodded. "That's good but I have one more gift."

Harry blinked. One more? But the necklace... "What more?"

"This." The man suddenly grabbed his face and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Harry stood in shock for a few moments as he was kissed before his mind caught up and he placed his hands on the other's shoulders and let his fingers wind through the dark hair. His intentions were to push him away but his body had other ideas.

Oh he shouldn't be doing this!

Why not, it's what you wanted isn't it? Who cares if he's the Dark Lord and whatever else you're so concerned about. You're on the Dark side from now on. You will kill and torture at some point making you no different them him. There is no reason to be so against. He obviously wants you and he isn't the sort of man to pick and drop lovers. Especially not you. He may be cruel but not that cruel and not to you. Let yourself go.

He finally listened to his inner voice and his hands griped the shoulders and his lips pressed back. He leaned forward and gave a muffled moan when he felt a tongue push its way into his mouth. Oh Merlin this felt wonderful. Much better then he imagined, could ever imagine. Best. Gift. Ever. He felt arms around his waist tighten and pull him closer. Voldemort finally pulled away leaving Harry panting but didn't let go.

The teen finally left his daze. "W-What was that for?" His cheeks flushed red and he avoided the man's gaze.

"Your gift is to be mine. Which you are and there are no returns."

Harry chuckled. "I don't think I would want to return it." Defiantly not. He looked back at the Dark Lord and smiled. "I rather liked it."

"Good." He leaned back down and kissed the Boy-Who-Lived again. Yep. Best birthday gift ever. Well...he could think of one thing but that's not for a while. Touching would be okay...oh he shouldn't be thinking about this. Having an erection now wouldn't be best. He pulled away from the kiss and leaned his head on Voldemort's shoulder. A wonderfully weird day. Not more than a month ago he hated the man before him, blindly yes, but he did. Now he stands with his arms around him and kissing him with passion he never knew he had before. Harry had to admit he wouldn't change it for anything.

"Come, we should be heading down for supper before the house-elf comes looking for you." The Dark Lord wrapped his arm around Harry's waist. "While it is your birthday we must discuss what you are going to do when you get back. No doubt you will be hounded with questions. I have told Severus under a Wizards Oath to not reveal anything and to simply agree with whatever you say."

Harry's ears perked up. Agree to anything? A snicker came from the back of his mind. The fun he could have with that. "Alright. I'm sure they'd believe anything, I can come up with something."

Voldemort nodded. "Good. Do not abuse the oath for it only works if it's toward the last 3 months of your stay."

Damn. Well, there went his fun. He'll have to try and word it in a way that'll work. He wasn't going to left this opportunity pass. Harry leaned against him as they walked inside to eat.

Most defiantly the best birthday ever.