FIC: PET
Title: Pet
Author: sheena_bandy
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter: Harry/Lord Voldemort
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1155
Summary: When something about Harry peaks his interest, Lord Voldemort changes his approach to the whole "Harry Potter" problem.
Disclaimer: None mine. JKR's, WB's, ect.
Highlight for Warnings: * mindfuck, dubcon, voyeurism, amnesia, d/s, parsel!smut, fluff *
Beta: none

Harry panted softly as he watched Voldemort pound into a dark haired young man. The bottom couldn't have been any older than twenty, Harry figured as he continued to watch as the slim white hips pounded against the boy's heated backside. Whether this was really happening or not was anyone's guess, but Harry certainly hoped it was Voldemort's arousal that had spawned the ache in his own cock.

The boy came untouched as Voldemort continued his torturingly short trusts. Harry wondered what the monster's cock looked like. Was it small and wirey, like the rest of his body?

Harry tried to pretend he hadn't wondered that.

Voldemort began thrusting in earnest, his surprisingly thick cock thrusting from almost completely out to burried to the hilt. Harry groaned at the sight and felt his own puckered opening throb in the most needy fashion he'd ever felt. He wondered how it would feel to actually have a hard cock burried in him, making him come without a single touch to his needy cock.

Voldemort came with a grunt. Unfortunately, Harry came with a scream, waking the two friends sleeping in the tent with him.

~~~

Harry's breathing became heavier as two masked Death Eaters escorted him from the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. After a year on the run, they'd caught him. He knew what he should expect. There would likely be taunting, then some torture. Then, there would certainly be death.

But after four months of dreams, Harry's cock seemed to think otherwise. Odd he was getting hot from walking to his death.

They entered a hallway that seemed to lead to one door. Two Death Eaters stood guard outside, wands clutched at the ready.

They moved aside to let Harry and his escort past. The door swung open into a room lit only by a fireplace.

Harry felt a large hand push him from behind. He fell to the floor as the door was shut and warded behind him.

He could hear a strange hissing noise from somewhere inside the room. The noise seemed to be coming from all around him, vibrating across his skin and within him. His flesh tingled as he felt the blood redirecting itself all over.

"Harry Potter..." A voice hissed from someone to his right. "The boy who lived..."

Voldemort approached quickly, pulling Harry from the floor by his shoulder.

"You've been quite the voyeur, Harry." Voldemort hissed in that intimate tongue reserved for them, "Did you think I didn't know? That you could see me without me allowing you to!?"

Harry's breath hitched as he met the heated gaze of his enemy.

"Did you think I hadn't planned it?" Voldemort hissed, pulling Harry up against his body.

"Why?" Harry sobbed, slipping into parseltongue as well.

The Dark Lord smirked.

Harry gasped as the surprisingly strong arms threw him to the other side of the room, where he landed surprisingly softly on a pallet of large pillows.

Cold hands touched his back, making Harry strikingly aware of the fact that his shirt, as well as any other piece of clothing he'd had on, had been magically removed.

Harry didn't have a chance of defeating this man, anyway.

"What do you want with me?" Harry asked, breathlessly as the hands slowly danced their way down his back.

"Stop resisting." The snake spoke, slipping back into english. "Belong to me and you'll survive..."

"While you kill my friends!?" Harry screamed, jumping away and turning over to face his enemy.

"You won't care." He whispered, pulling Harry back underneath him.

Harry looked curiously into the dark red eyes.

"You won't remember them." The snake continued, "Or the muggles."

The hands began trailing their way up Harry's stomach. They carressed his neck and positioned his face to look into the eyes of Lord Voldemort.

"And I will take such care of you..." He whisered, his breath ghosting over Harry's lips, "You'll never know pain again."

Tears leaked from Harry's eyes as the hands slipped up his face to comb through his hair. Two white thumbs pressed against his temple and the hissing noise began to grow louder.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter." Voldemort said loudly, still barely audible over the hiss of gathering magic.

~~~

Pet squirmed in his pillow-nest as the warm sunlight infiltrated the bedroom. His Lord's breathing was heavy and deep in his sleep, but wouldn't stay that way long. Pet had other ideas.

He climbed onto the bed slowly, stilling as it sunk under his weight. He could feel his Lord's warmth under the blankets that covered him. Pet could hardly be blamed for wanting under those blankets.

He lifted the side of the blanket and slipped underneath, quickly finding his Lord's sturdy form waiting for him underneath.

A warm hand combed through Pet's hair as he rubbed his face on his Lord's somewhat furry belly.

"I can't take my eyes off you for a minute, can I?" his Lord said with laughter in his voice.

"I like your fur, Lord." Pet said, combing a hand through the trail that led from the bottom of his Lord's chest to the patch around his cock.

"Which seems to be the best reason for keeping it." his Lord said, pulling the blanket off of both of them.

Pet could remember his Lord the way he'd been once. He'd looked different than Pet, then. He was white and hairless, while Pet was brown and had a mess atop his head.

When he'd asked to be like his Lord, his Lord had changed into what he called "Human." His lord didn't want Pet white or hairless.

Pet preferred his Lord not white or hairless, too.

His Lord pulled Pet further up the bed, so that the younger body was beneath his Lord. He squirmed from the strange feeling of being pressed between his strong, warm Lord and the cool cotton sheets.

Pet spread his legs and wrapped them up around his Lord's waist. He could feel his opening open and get wet almost instantly as his Lord positioned himself.

Pet mewled happily as he was filled with his Lord's warmth. He thrust up onto the intrusion, pushing it deeper and making his Lord gasp. Cries spilled out of Pet's lungs as he felt the heat boiling in his body, rising with each thrust of his Lord.

"Beg for me, Pet!" his Lord grunted, angling his thrusts to hit Pet's magic button with every thrust.

Screams and moans, foreign and unintelligible, were all Pet could get. The hissing speech couldn't say everything he had to say; everything he could say with a single instinctive howl.

His Lord responded with the a similar howl. It was the same howl every time. His Lord spoke the language of need.

When Pet felt his insides heat with his Lord's love, he gifted his love as well. His Lord smiled softly as he cleaned the evidence from both of them, pulling himself out of his Pet.

"Lord," Pet whispered softly, leaning against his Lord, "What's 'Harry' mean?"