Bound To You

Chapter 46: Finally

Voldermort sighed in relief, finding that after getting ordered to go get a Healer, he was free from whatever enchantment he was in. It was... odd, to say the least. He didn't remember anything that would make him obey both his older self's and Potter's commands. Maybe something went wrong in his ritual? Well, he did use an old and ancient ritual that wasn't actually Dark, as it was a ritual to call upon souls.

Though maybe the little tweak, which was Potter's blood, had messed it up somehow.

Was there something in his blood...?

He thought back to what could've been in the boy's blood, and he visibly paled, which was a feat since his skin colour was already papery-white. He didn't want to believe it, but... But if that were true, then... Then the potion Ginerva used to make Potter obey her, was used in the ritual. He cursed under his breath--that bint's gone and messed everything up!

He just hoped that his obedience didn't go to his followers, or else he'd be screwed.

Harry woke to a head-splitting headache, and delightfully cool arms around him. He blinked blearily, trying to wake up properly, thankful that it wasn't so bright outside, or else his eyes would be killing him. He could feel the faint thumping of a heartbeat, sedate, calm, and he was tempted to fall back asleep again, but he found that he couldn't. Sleep seemed to be the furthest thing he'd do right now.

He was aching, everywhere, and he just wanted--needed something. Someone.

He turned to face the person sleeping behind him, and pushed them by their shoulder. Red, red eyes blinked awake, and he heard him say something, but his mind couldn't process it right now. What he felt beneath his fingertips weren't the delightfully cool skin, and he didn't like it. With a thought, both their clothes disappeared, and the skin-to-skin contact made him moan in happiness.

He began biting every inch of the person beneath him, knowing that it'd make him feel better. This person beneath him will make everything feel better.

He'll chase away his pain, the heat coming from deep within him, fill up the emptiness he's feeling. Yes, yes he will, without a doubt.

Only he could do that.

He felt something poke against his leg, and looked down, only to find the most delicious-looking thing he'd ever seen. Licking his lips, he climbed down the body and nuzzled the warm and hard, yet soft erection the other sported. Inhaling deeply, he closed his lips around the flared head, his tongue tasting the precome pouring oh-so generously into his mouth, onto his taste buds.

The faintly salty, sweet flavour was both new and familiar to him, it tasted like... like Tom.

As if snapping out of a dream, he realized that he had Tom's erect member in his mouth, and that he was tonguing it eagerly, sucking it, wanting to get his delightful seed into his mouth. With that realization, came the embarrassment, but he found that he didn't care. He looked up at his Tom, who was looking at him with nearly black eyes, his scale-like skin gleaming like his eyes from the perspiration.

Pulling off of the best-tasting cock he'd ever tasted--not that he had anyone else's member to compare tastes to, no--with a soft pop, he crawled up once more and captured Tom's lips in the most toe-curling kiss he'd ever initiated. Sure, he and Tom had kissed a few times before, but it was always Tom who dominated it. Now, now it was him, the one exploring the other's mouth, the one suckling his tongue as if it was a treat.

Tom cursed-moaned, his hips jerking upwards. His prick slid past his own, and onto his stomach, making him moan in delight. That was good. That felt great. He lowered his hips just to feel that friction again, and started rutting against the other's hot and slick erection. He came from his senses overloading. It felt too good, and he was too inexperienced with these kind of things.