Harry moaned as white fingers trailed down his torso, crimson eyes blinking at him knowingly. Pale and tan chests were bare, though pants still hung loosely around both males' hips. Harry moaned as the older male drug their constricted erections together. One pale hand paused to play with a perk nipple, fueling the fire that burned through his veins. The other hand continued down, to hook in the waist of Harry's pants. The boy's breath hitched and caught in his throat. Red eyes seemed to sparkle with dangerous delight. A snakelike tongue flicked out to lick behind the dark haired boy's ear, sending shivers down the teen's spine. "Do you want it?"
Harry whined as the man played with the waistline of his pants, teasing him. His hands knitted into the sheets, and his hips bucked upward in order to get more friction. The crimson eyed man chuckled and said in his ear, "Answer me, Harry. Answer your Master." Harry whined but didn't reply, and thin fingers began to play with the button and zipper of his jeans, doing nothing more than teasing him. "Tell me what you want, Harry, and it's yours. Tell me, and I'll give it to you."
Oh, Harry wanted it. There was nothing more he wanted more than for the fire burning through his body to be alleviated. "Yes... yes, I want it..." A cruel and seductive smile played across the pale face.
"What is it you want?" Harry mewled, squirming under the man.
"You... I want you..." With a grin the man pressed their lips together, his fingers nimbly unzipped and unbuttoned Harry's pants, pulling them down and off to reveal his erection. The nude teen shifted self-consciously under the unwavering gaze of the man. He shivered in anticipation as the red eyed man moved down his chest, his fingers playing with his hips. The man grinned just as he reached Harry's member, and he opened his mouth to engulf Harry in delicious, hot pleasure...
Harry woke up panting, body slick from a cold-sweat, his face flushed as he remembered his dream. 'What the hell?! Was I just dreaming of Tom Riddle sucking me off?' With a furious blush he realized that the dream had left him excited and aching, and he needed to take care of a problem. Muttering curses under his breath, Harry slid out of his bed and tip-toed out his door, walking quietly to the bathroom.
He thanked the heavens for the Dursleys being such heavy sleepers as he turned on the water in the shower. He pushed off his too-big boxers, stepping into the hot water, shivering as it ran down his body. He leaned back against the cold tile, and his hand instantly went to his aching member. As he brought himself to completion he tried to imagine it was anybody-Ginny, Hermione, anyone-other than the Dark Lord. Somehow he couldn't accomplish that feat.
Therefore it was Tom Riddle's name he moaned and screamed, spilling his seed over himself. He blinked away the spots in his vision, sighing exasperatedly at himself. "Damn it." He washed his seed off, running his now clean hands through his messy hair. Harry turned off the water and dried off, walking barefoot across the cold hardwood floors of the hall back to his room, where he sank down on his bed without bothering to put clothes on. His brilliant green eyes hadn't even fully closed when he heard,
"My, my, Harry. You've been a very naughty boy." Said teen flew up in bed, the thin sheets pooling around his hips. His breathing was slightly elevated as he watched the man from his dreams step out from the shadows in his room. He looked like the same Tom Riddle that came out of the diary in his 2nd year, only older with vibrant red eyes. "Dreaming about very grown up things, much too mature for a young boy like you."
The man with crimson eyes watched Harry go from surprised to fearful to guilty and even a little bit mad. He licked his lips hungrily, something that the teen didn't catch. The boy did catch his eyes raking over his naked, built body. He lowered his gaze and shifted uncomfortably as Tom drew ever nearer, backing up hesitantly. He didn't realize that as he did so that he was backing out of the sheets covering him.
