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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Other(s), Voldemort/Other(s)
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Lucius_Malfoy, Voldemort
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Series
  Series:
      Part 2 of Fallen
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-04-10 Words: 3026
****** Fallen ******
by Yih [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     [HPxLV, HPxLM, HPxSS] Taken as a child, Harry grows up knowing Nagini
     as his "caretaker" and "Tom" as a friend he wants nothing more than
     to impress AND imitate. Parseltongue is his preferred language. Magic
     has always come easily to him.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
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     Author's notes: If you want to read the first 12 non NC-17 chapters,
     refer to the link that I’ve given to the homepage. Also. if you like
     this please review. If anything, this comment board setup shoudl be
     easier than the others!
Fallen




  FALLEN by Yih

  Chapter 13: Passion

  This wasn't right. But then, when had he ever done what was right? He had
  always done what pleased him; he had always done what he wanted. What made
  this any different? Well, it should feel wrong but his feelings were quite
  the opposite. It wasn't like he was Harry's father, quite the opposite--- if
  anyone had raised Harry--- it had been Nagini. Him? He was more like an older
  brother figure, he supposed.

  Whatever the case, this undeniable attraction he felt for Harry was wrong.
  Harry was much too young for him, even Lucius was too young for him and
  Lucius was far more acceptable than Harry. Lucius was too old for Harry, so
  what was he? It didn't stop his cock from hardening at the thought of Harry
  withering underneath him. And it wasn't like Harry was that young... he was
  nearly the legal age... approaching it. Only a year.

  He didn't think it was his imagination either when he thought Harry stared at
  him rather long at times. It almost reminded him of the way that Lucius used
  to look at him, interested and yet confused by that. Now Lucius looked at him
  in pure and undiluted lust. Just thinking about Lucius made his frustrated
  desires all that more obvious. It was because Lucius was a more acceptable
  outlet. He needed Lucius and he needed Lucius now.

  Just thinking about Lucius bent over with his round ass sticking up,
  quivering with excitement was enough to make his cock leak with desire. If he
  closed his eyes, it wasn't hard to imagine Harry in the exact same position
  begging for him to fuck his brains out. He groaned and it took all his
  control not to stroke himself to completion. No, if he was going to come he
  was either going to do it shagging Lucius senseless or making use of Lucius's
  beautiful mouth.

  Voldemort grinned harshly as he whispered the spell that would call Lucius to
  him. He rarely used it, and he couldn't remember the last time he had used
  it. However, there was something about seeing Harry flushed with anger once
  again... a continuous pattern the last few weeks as Harry kept vehemently
  insisting that he couldn't be locked up in a glass house forever... that
  excited him. If only... Harry was older... but he could be patient. And
  Lucius was quite beautiful.

  "My Lord," Lucius murmured, down on his knees but his face was lifted up as
  he gazed at Voldemort with pure desire, "you called?"

  "Yes," Voldemort hissed and when Lucius began to rise, he harshly commanded
  Lucius to stay where he was. "You are in the perfect position," he murmured
  darkly as he opened up his robes and guided Lucius's face to his heavy cock
  by jerking the blond head severely. "Suck, Lucius, show me how much you want
  me."

  Lucius opened up his mouth obediently and with his skillful hands, undid
  Voldemort's trousers to pull out the magnificently hard and thick cock that
  glistened at the tip with pre-come. His tongue flicked out to taste the salty
  desire from his Lord and it was all he could do not to moan with delight.
  There was something so sensual that drew him like a flame did a moth. What
  was it about Voldemort that was so infinitely alluring?

  Maybe it was because of his power, but there were other powerful wizards like
  Dumbledore and the sight of Dumbledore, even at his prime never stirred his
  cock like Voldemort did. No, there was something special about Voldemort.
  Definitely. He saw it in the way that others looked at his Lord, but
  Voldemort was his lover... his and well the only person he saw threatening
  his place in his Lord's bed was Voldemort's young charge, Harry. And if he
  was perfectly honest with himself, he wouldn't mind having Harry join them.
  No, it would only make it sweeter because he wanted to pound that sweet tight
  arse in the way that Voldemort fucked him.

  He knew there was no bloody way that he'd ever top Voldemort, but Harry was
  young and quite sweet and seemed like the perfect submissive. Yes, he could
  see himself thrusting his cock into Harry's tight ass and coming deep in the
  young man. Just thinking about it made his cock twitch with an added
  appreciation that even sucking Voldemort's arousal didn't give him. He wanted
  to stroke himself to completion, but he knew better than to remove his hands
  from massaging and caressing his Lord's balls.

  "Suck harder, Lucius," Voldemort commanded throatily as he gripped Lucius's
  blond head tighter so that he could thrust even more deeply into that warm
  and wet mouth. {Yes,} he hissed with ecstasy, {yes, that's it.}

  There was something quite sensual about the way that Voldemort hissed
  parseltongue when he was in the deep throes of his desires. It was because
  Lucius knew that it was an unconscious response, and that meant he affected
  his Lord enough to make him speak parseltongue unknowingly. That he could do
  that to Voldemort made him feel like he had some hold on his Lord, even if he
  knew it was a small hold. He just didn't know what it would take to get
  Voldemort to love him as much as he loved him.

  If Voldemort closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was Harry that
  was sucking his prick so willingly and so rapturously. But when he opened his
  eyes, that went away. And it almost felt wrong if he detached his mind from
  his groin, which was starting to convulse in a manner that signaled that his
  release was nearing. Then again, it was hardly right for him to be lusting
  after a boy that was young enough to be his grandson either. It should feel
  wrong, but when his eyes shut and he imagined Harry doing the sucking... it
  was intensely moving in a way that went above and beyond everything else.

  He was close to coming into Lucius's mouth, only a few more hard sucks and a
  couple more strokes of Lucius's talented tongue and he'd release his orgasm.
  Voldemort thrust his cock more deeply into Lucius's throat as he felt himself
  tense in expectation of the exquisite bliss. Like a good cocksucker, Lucius
  drank down his come like it was the elixir of life. But in a way it was to
  his favorite fucktoy, wasn't it? Lucius worshipped him and he did say he
  loved him, if a Malfoy even knew how to love anything but his own reflection.

  Voldemort's hand snaked up as he cupped Lucius's chin to lift it up so that
  he could gaze deeply into those dilated silver eyes. "Would you do anything
  for me Lucius?"

  "Yes," Lucius rasped. "Yes."

  "What would you do for me?"

  "Whatever you want."

  Voldemort smiled briefly and pressed a hard kiss against Lucius's lips,
  tasting himself and Lucius's still rampant desire. "Do you love me, Lucius?"

  "Oh god, yes."

  -

  His dreams had been disturbing him for the past few weeks. He had always
  known he loved Voldemort, but it was only within the last few years that he'd
  felt an unconscious desire for the Dark Lord--- a desire that he was finally
  ready to admit. It was hard to want Voldemort, his traitorous body, when he
  ought to be incredibly angry at Voldemort for still keeping him holed up in
  the mansion.

  But it was hard when his dreams were plagued with erotic dreams of Voldemort.
  Harry licked his lips as he thought of Voldemort lying naked. He could
  imagine the defined sinew of Voldemort's well formed muscles and the hard
  length of that glorious cock. He closed his eyes and his hand slowly wrapped
  around his aroused member. He had started masturbating recently, when Lucius
  had slipped him a volume about pleasuring yourself and others when he had
  blushingly asked Lucius about "shagging."

  He was right to go to Lucius rather than Severus. He couldn't imagine going
  to Severus asking advice about why he woke up with his cock standing to
  attention. No, it'd be too embarrassing when Severus was such a close friend
  and when he actually found the man strangely attractive in a far different
  way than Voldemort. Severus was certainly no beauty, but there was something
  striking about his angularness.

  And Lucius, while he found Lucius as beautiful as Voldemort in a different
  way--- he didn't get hot and bothered by Lucius probably because he seemed
 rather cold to Harry, cold and aloof. Not that Severus seemed any warmer, but
  then again he knew Severus better than Lucius and Severus had been one of the
  few to care for him when he'd been ill. Just remembering those graceful long
  fingers touching him sent a tingle down his spine. But thinking about Severus
  was nothing compared to how he got when he thought about Voldemort.

  Harry muffled a groan. Lightly stroking his cock, he felt it lengthen and
  harden appreciatively to the soft caresses. How he wished that it was
  Voldemort that was doing this to him or even perhaps giving him a blowjob
  like he'd read about in the informative text. The moving pictures made him
  blush quite a bit, and he was glad that he'd been given his own room to study
  during the day since Nagini liked to continuously nap during the day... well
  she liked to nap at all times... for all that snakes did was feed, nap, and
  mate Nagini said and when they had offspring, take care of their young. And
  since Harry wasn't young anymore, she didn't need to stay up when sleep was
  so satisfying.

  {Tom,} he hissed as he started stroking himself harder and harder until he
  shot out his come in a moan of ecstatic pleasure. When would Voldemort start
  to see him as an adult? Not until he was allowed to go back to Hogwarts
  because he was acting far too childish right now, trying to get his way. He
  needed to go back to Hogwarts, not only so he could learn his magic but also
  so he could prove to Voldemort that he was growing up--- that he wasn't a
  child anymore!

  Being away from Voldemort would be good for him because it would allow
  Voldemort to start seeing him in another light. And, Harry did believe that
  the heart did grow fonder over time missed. He only hoped that was true in
  Voldemort's case, but in either case--- he couldn't stay locked away in the
  glass house forever. If he did, he would never grow to be the wizard that he
  knew he was.

  But since he was here, he wiped the come off his cock and his hands, reaching
  over to grab the book and flipping to look at the more interesting positions.
  This book really did make him blush as he looked into it, but it certainly
  lived up to his expectations on the exciting factor. Just how did those legs
  manage to twist in that position? It looked rather difficult, though he
  wouldn't be too opposed to trying it if it was with Voldemort. Harry sighed
  and settled back into his comfy chair, flipping through the creative and
  imaginative sexual positions fantasizing about trying them with Voldemort.

  -

  What do we have here? Voldemort reflected as he recognized the well worn
  cover of one of the texts he had first given to Lucius as a gift when he had
  met the young wizard many years before. It had been the gift he had given to
  Lucius to symbolize that he wanted Lucius not only as a follower but also as
  a lover. Lucius had gotten the point and when Voldemort had seen Lucius
  again, Lucius had been stark naked and withering on his bed. It had only
  taken a few seconds to whisper a lubrication spell before he'd taken Lucius's
  viriginal ass.

  But what the fucking hell was Lucius doing giving this book to Harry? His
  Harry. The symbolism of the book wasn't lost on Voldemort. Lucius must have
  given it to Harry because he wanted to take Harry to bed and Voldemort had
  thought he had more to worry about from Severus stealing Harry than Lucius.
  Never would he believe that the Death Eater he had firmly wrapped around his
  finger and cock in mouth would ever try to seduce his Harry. Lucius was going
  to pay and pay hard.

  He was so angry that he was unable to squelch the desire in seeing the hand
  that Harry had tucked within his slightly soiled boxers. It didn't take much
  thought to think about what Harry had been doing watching a pair of wizards
  perform a 69er. It was hard for Voldemort to tear his eyes from the
  delectable sight that Harry made sprawled like he was on the bed in a
  sumptuous position that said take me and fuck me hard.

  First he had to deal with other things, such as Lucius... Voldemort stalked
  out of the room after resisting the urge to kiss Harry hard on the lips. He
  had to teach Lucius an important lesson about doing anything with Harry
  without telling him first, and if Lucius did have designs on Harry--- well he
  would just have to take those designs out of the equation.

  -

  Voldemort called Lucius for the second time and when Lucius apparated into
  the study with a smile on his face, he was didn't wait to take that expectant
  grin off Lucius's face. As soon as Lucius was in the room, he pointed his
  wand at his lover and whispered, "Crucio!"

  Lucius was immediately convulsing on the floor, his mouth opened up in a
  silent scream that was rather admirable because Voldemort couldn't remember
  the last time that he had placed Lucius under the Cruciatus curse. It was
  quite brave of Lucius not to cry out in pain. Voldemort didn't expect it to
  last much longer though, since Cruciatus only intensified as time went on for
  if it did not, the sufferer of the curse would feel nothing as he grew
  accustomed to the pain. However if the pain kept increasing marginally, he
  would be in agony the entire time he was under the Unforgivable. He gave
  Lucius a minute before he started screaming.

  55 seconds, 56, 57, 58... Lucius started screaming. It wasn't even a minute,
  but Voldemort could hardly blame Lucius. His anger, the intent behind it had
  been intense and with the added intensity--- there was more power behind it.
  And without the anger, he knew that his Cruciatus was the most powerful in
  existence, but Lucius had to learn--- Harry was his and no one else's.
  Besides, Lucius needed to be reminded of his place. He may be the Dark Lord's
  lover, but he was still only a fucktoy.

  And Voldemort was quite upset with his fucktoy. Upset was rather an
  understatement. He was furious and Lucius was lucky that he was only going to
  place him under the Unforgivable for few minutes. Any more prolonged torture
  would render Lucius in St. Mungo's ward for an extended period of time and
  that would mean no punishment fucking. He planned to use Lucius harshly,
  remind Lucius that while he might sometimes care for Lucius's pleasure--- it
  was still about his pleasure.

  "Finite Incantantem," Voldemort whispered after Lucius had been under the
  Unforgivable for a good 5 minutes at the very least. He had started losing
  track of the time when he had been enamored with the exquisite way Lucius
  arched his back just so. He had forgotten what pleasure he derived from
  sadistically torturing people. Why exactly had he stopped that again? Oh yes,
  it was something that Harry definitely would not approve of. But... perhaps
  he could teach Harry the beauty in causing pain?

  Yes, that was always a possibility especially since Harry was so receptive to
  everything that he told him. But there was still an infinitely innocent part
  of Harry that he didn't want to taint and if he taught Harry the pleasure in
  giving pain, well... that innocence would be destroyed. And yet... Lucius had
  already begun to destroy that sweetness in Harry by giving him that book.
  While it was no crime for Harry to masturbate to the book, there were
  definitely chapters in that book that were nastier than excellent pointers in
  giving blowjobs.

  "Lucius, Lucius," Voldemort whispered in a dreaded singsong voice, "you have
  been a very, very naughty wizard, haven't you? Giving my Harry that
  lascivious book? My, my, you certainly took things into your own hands didn't
  you? Oh, Lucius, Lucius, you shouldn't have done that. No, you shouldn't have
  done that at all."

  His long fingers ran through Lucius's slick blond hair, wet from the sweat
  that had poured down Lucius's face as his body had been wracked with pain.
  Voldemort jerked Lucius's head back forcefully and dragged Lucius to his feet
  and promptly bent him over a table that was conveniently nearby and ripped
  Lucius's robes and trousers off him without magic, deliberately letting the
  torn fabric cut into Lucius's pretty pale skin.

  Murmuring a lubrication spell that only just slicked him enough that it
  wouldn't cause him pain, he slammed into Lucius's puckered asshole with a
  vicious rhythm that rocked Lucius's half hard penis against the unforgiving
  wooden table. How amusing, how utterly masochistic of Lucius to derive
  pleasure in this? Then again, Lucius was his good, good little fucktoy wasn't
  he? {Yes,} Voldemort hissed, {you have been very bad Lucius and you must be
  punished for it.}

  "Bad, bad Lucius. You must learn, my pretty, pretty fucktoy that you are
  never to give Harry anything without my consent because Harry is mine." He
  punctuated that possessiveness when he rammed himself to the hilt into
  Lucius's tight ass, and aimed enough force to rock Lucius's cock sadistically
  against the leg of the table. He could feel Lucius's body tense up in the
  pain and the pleasure. Oh how he did enjoy this... taking. "Harry is mine,
  and you are mine."
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