The Divine Darkness

Chapter 22:This Pain is Just too Real

"Agh," Harry moaned as Blaise sucked his neck. "Blaise,"

"I would have never taken you as the noisy kind, Harrison." The black boy whispered huskily. His teeth hit another sensitive spot, causing Harry to give a rather loud squirming sound. He could feel Blaise harden above him. "Fuck, Harrison... make that noise again."

He chuckled as he pushed at Blaise's chest, forcing the boy to be the bottom. He climbed on top and took control. With Voldemort, the man would be fighting fiercely, not allowing Harry leeway. But Blaise laid there, content. Harry paused in the kissing, feeling his stomach twist in guilt. He couldn't do this.

"I can't do this," Harry whispered, placing his forehead onto Blaise's. The black wizard slumped backward with a growl of exasperation.

"Are you bloody kidding me? You'd rather fuck that red eyed bastard? After everything he's done to you?" Harry remained quiet, frowning. He didn't know what he was feeling. It was wrong to feel as if he owed Voldemort loyalty when the man treated him so lowly. But why was he always comparing Blaise to him? Why did he always feel the guilt when he kissed another? Simply because Harry knew, deep down, that it was infidelity... and he would never commit that act. Ever.

"I can't do this." Harry said more strongly. "He may be a bastard, but he's my Match."

"Harrison-," Blaise started again, but paused, his eyes widening. "Ah!" Blaise screamed, whimpering and thrashing. "Merlin! Help me!" His eyes watered and Harry jumped off him, eyes widening when he saw Blaise's grey trousers turn red with blood.

"Bloody hell," he whispered. With shaking fingers, he raked a hand through his hair.

"Harry, Harry," Blaise chanted in a plead. His fingers shook as they placed themselves over his manhood. "Please help..."

"I don't know-," he started, but paused when he heard a hissing chuckle. His heart skipped a beat and the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight. "Voldemort?" All he was met with was hissing laughter."Damn it, Tom. If you are powerful enough to be here, you're efficient enough to talk."

Blaise thrashed harder, tears running down his cheeks. The laughter seemed to grow fonder and more excited as Blaise suffered harder. Harry lunged forward, placing his hands on either side of the smooth and wet cheeks. "Blaise," Harry soothed, pouring his Seer magic into the boy. Immediately, the pain left Blaise's eyes as he relaxed. The pain was still there, Harry could feel the Dark Lord's magic still present, but with his Seer, he could easily block it.

Voldemort hissed in displeasure.

"You saw that I stopped, I wouldn't have done it... damnit." Harry cursed, seething. "It shouldn't matter what I do. You've had your chance with me and you ruined it." He couldn't possibly imagine how Voldemort could be here. The Dark Lord wasn't really here, but his presence was. It was frightening at how powerful the man was when he put his mind after things.

"We need to talk..." The voice sounded fragmented, almost as if it were slowly loosing power.

"Bullshit," Harry spat, eyes narrowing. He caressed Blaise's cheeks and sent him into an unconscious state. "I'm through with you, Lord Voldemort." Despite the fact he couldn't even fuck someone else. "I'll be giving you one gift, one parting gift you've always wanted, and then we'll be on our way."

The voice was silent and for a moment Harry thought he'd left. "And what is that? You?"

Harry scoffed, sneering. "As much as I know you want my virginity-," Well he essentially lost it to Cho...

"Not just your body, silly child. I want you." Harry was taken aback by the intensity of those words. He blinked, breathing heavily. He knew the Dark Lord had wanted him, why was it so different hearing it from his own lips? It didn't matter...