Hi Guys. I know its been a long time since I published anything but real life kind of kicked my arse for a while but i'm trying to get back to it. I hope you enjoy this chapter ;)

Soft breath washes over his heated skin, Draco arches up at the sensation and feels the hedonistic pleasure of naked flesh pressing alongside his own. He tries to open his eyes but is unable due to some type of material covering his face. He cannot control the moan that escapes at the removal of one of his senses, a soft chuckle answers him.

"Please…" Draco pleads , not even sure what he is begging for but his plea is answered by soft full lips pressing against his, his heart stutters for a second as he realises that these are not the lips of his older lover.

Am I dreaming?

An agile tongue licks into his mouth and maps every inch of him, he finds himself swept up in the passion building and his own tongue duels wetly with the stranger on top of him. He parts his thighs to allow the other man between them and they both moan as their hardening cocks touch for the first time.

The heat seems to start from inside his own skin and Draco feels powerless to resist, arching his spine and undulating beneath the hidden man. Every nerve alive as the kiss intensifies and the only sound in the room is their shallow breaths. Draco fights not to whimper as sure and steady fingers travel along his skin, a soft small moan fills the room as he feels those fingers wrap around his now fully hard length.

He can almost smell the arousal in the room and he loses the urge to whimper as those lips slowly break the kiss to move down to kiss the dripping tip of his cock. A hum of delight reaching the teen's ears before his cock is engulfed by the wet heat of a luscious mouth. Overwhelmed, he reaches down and runs his fingers through long, soft locks, the man sucks harder and Draco thrusts up burying his cock deeper groaning as he feels the man's lips touch the base of his shaft, the head of his cock in the man's throat.

"Fuck." Draco can hear the stutter in his own voice and the man hums with satisfaction, the vibration rocketing through Draco's body and his balls clench as he tried to stave off his release. As if sensing Draco's plight the man let out a quiet rumble of laughter and doubles his efforts, moving rapidly up and down, his tongue constantly active and mapping every inch of Draco's turgid length. Draco moans as the experienced mouth pulls away for a brief moment and the blond keens with disappointment.

"Come for me." The man commands before swallowing Draco to the base again.

Draco's brain registers the order and his body obeys immediately, pouring his release down the throat of the unknown man. His body shudders with aftershocks as he bites his lip to hold in the scream of delight. The sound of breathing now loud, the man pulls away with a slurp and a quick lick of the head of Draco's cock, making sure to get any spill. As Draco's heart slows down, his body relaxed and a dawning realisation washes over him.

I know that voice

Black!

Draco sits up, his body sheened in sweat and his heart hammering. Severus next to him apparently still sleeping but then he opens one eye to look at the flustered blond.

"Nightmare?" he asks as he slowly runs his narrow fingers down Draco's chest, the blond cannot resist moaning at the sensation and those onyx eyes brim with lust as he pulls the blond into his arms, the dream forgotten.

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Harry can't take his eyes off the shocked vision of his lover as he investigates his altered appearance in the mirror, the hazel eyes fill with awe and bewilderment.

"I…" Harry is shocked by his normally vocal lover being at a loss for words and he reaches to softly caress the naked shoulder of his love to hopefully offer some comfort.

"I love you." Harry whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to the shaking flesh, Voldemort turns to look at him as if searching for the truth of his words before giving Harry a tentative smile.

"Severus' spells and potions are slowly removing all the enchantments," Voldemort whispers with a hint of fire and Harry feels his own ire rise as more and more of Dumbledore's manipulations come to light.

Harry feels another type of fire wash over him as his lover presses a gentle kiss against his lips, the heat building quickly. Harry's fingers caress the new flesh of his lover, mapping the toned muscles and he is pleased to find that the same spots make his newly formed lover moan like before. Their tongues duel wetly as the kiss deepens pulling both men under the tide of lust that could easily drown them with its intensity and passion.

"I need you," the older man's eyes spark with pleasure at the words, "Touch me."

"With pleasure...my love." Strong hands grab at Harry's body and move with barely contained desire, Harry can feel his cock drip at the tip, just a touch or a kiss from his lover making him half mad with arousal. Smiling hazel eyes look at him with adoration and Voldemort reaches up to stroke Harry's brow, momentarily obscuring his view and Harry keens at the sensation of not being able to see. His older lover quirks an eyebrow at Harry's soft whimper and covers Harry's eyes again, blocking all sight.

The removal of one sense making Harry's nerves alight and his breath catches, his hips thrust up rubbing his rock hard shaft alongside his lover's equally turgid cock. Harry cannot contain the moan that spills from his lips as he feels his lover wrap his hands around both of their shafts, pressing the velvet flesh together, their pre-come slicking his movements. The scent of Voldemort fills his lungs as he grabs the hand held over his eyes, pressing the palm down harder, sparks of light erupt behind his eyes as his older lover firmly begins to move his hand frantically back and forth. The pressure of his cock against the other man's making his lust increase rapidly. His hips undulate aiding the movements. Harry can feel the steady drip from the weeping slit of the other man's length, moaning at the heat, the scent of arousal filling his lungs.

"Yes, yes…like this, don't stop.", Harry begs.

"Never.", Harry can hear the breathlessness in Voldemort's voice and his cock spits a fresh rivulet of fluid, his climax approaching like a freight train with no hope of stopping. Harry can hear the slick slide of skin on skin, the smell of almost release filling the air like an explosion of the sweetest ambrosia. His flesh on fire, nerves fire as Harry arches up, his cock spurting copious amounts followed by an almost bellow of pleasure, Harry shivers at the sensation of Voldemort's release spilling over his cock and balls.

"Mmmm love you.", Harry whispers, his lovers hand retreats and soft hazel eyes look at him with barely contained love.

"You truly love me." The last words are full of awe but also brimming with certainty and Harry presses his lips in a soft kiss against the now fuller lips of his altered lover.

"Truly," Harry realises that his feeling are all-encompassing and true, "I love you." There was still a small part that nagged at the back of his mind, "My parents?"

"I am unsure how to answer that question," the now hazel eyes fill with worry, "It feels that my perceived walls are crumbling and I find myself at a loss to explain my actions."

"You're feeling guilty?" before Voldemort can reply, there is a soft knock at the door. Harry feels the cleaning spell wash over him and he offers his lover a smile of thanks.

"I think that we need to talk about this," the knock comes again "But not at this moment, I need to speak to Severus again." Harry almost argues against waiting but something in his lover's eyes makes him pause.

"Enter." Voldemort sits up in the bed, unconcerned about his lack of attire and Harry finds his eyes taking in the toned muscular chest that seems to glow in the soft candlelight of the room. Harry's lust rising again but pushed to the side as a nervous looking Sirius enters the room, the younger man retreats under the covers making both older men laugh quietly.

"Wow, there's the man I remember," Sirius says with a smirk and Voldemort seems shocked at the friendly tone before a strange shiver washes over him and he looks at Harry's godfather with a fond smile, "It's all coming back to me now," Sirius looks at Harry then back to Voldemort, "What did Dumbledore do to all of us? I forgot that I was on your side." His tone seems incredulous and Harry struggles to comprehend the words coming from Sirius' lips.

"How did I forget we were friends?" Voldemort's hushed words are brimming with confusion and melancholy.

"You were friends?"

Sirius offers Harry a small, soft smile and nods his head at the question.

"Regulus introduced us one summer while I was with…" Sirius pauses for a second and Harry can see the look of heartbreak on his face, "I was seeing one of his friends."

"I don't understand any of this." Harry huffs with annoyance, his mind in turmoil as his perceptions are torn apart and remoulded.

"I can't answer all your questions yet, Harry," Sirius lets out a quiet sign of his own, "Things are still jumbled in my head, the veil…" tears spill freely and Harry jumps from the bed, pausing briefly to cover his nudity with a robe before pulling his now sobbing godfather into his arms.

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Draco pushes back, arching his spine and whimpering at the sensation of Severus' cock pressing against his prostate. The sweat drips from his skin, the slick sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.

"Please…please." Draco shocked at hoarseness of his own voice as he begs, a small deep laugh echoes behind him and a well-timed deep thrust renders him incapable of anything other than mewling with pleasure.

"My little dragon, how sweet your pleasure sounds," nimble fingers caress his heated skin and every nerve sparks, "How your body grips me so sweetly, so tightly…mmm I could spend forever buried inside you."

"Yes, yes never leave me!" Draco realises that his words are more than about the pleasure of being fucked but a plea to always be together.

Severus slows his thrusts, understanding the hidden meaning in the plea and feels his heart stutter with his own love for his younger lover.

"My love," Severus whispers and reaches to grip Draco's sweaty locks, tilting his head back and exposing that alabaster, slender throat to his lips, "Love you." He speaks into the soft skin against his lips and moans as Draco clenches him impossibly tight.

"Love you..love you," Draco's body spasms with need, tilting his hips and tightening around the large cock of his older love, "Fuck me!"

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Sirius sits by the fire in Voldemort's room, a glass of firewhisky in his trembling fingers, both Harry and Voldemort sit assessing the silent man, Harry's face filled with worry.

"What do you remember?" Harry asks softly.

"Darkness….nothingness," Sirius takes a sip of his drink to steady his voice, "Fragments of feelings, feelings I couldn't understand, heartbreak…betrayal but I didn't know why I felt these emotions."

"The enchantments placed upon you…upon us" Voldemort offers as an explanation.

"When your men came to take me from the Ministry, I thought you were going to torture me, " Sirius' face reflects with misery, "When Sev…Severus came to me and offered me a potion…I thought that my life was over."

"What do you remember?" Harry asks again in the same soft tone as before.

Sirius sits up straighter in the chair and takes another fortifying breath as if trying to get hold of himself. His blue eyes fill with sadness and a soft nostalgic look as if remembering something dear to him.

"It was the last summer, just after you were born," he offers Harry a smile, "James and I had heard rumblings about the Ministry raiding homes of those suspected of siding with Tom," he looks at Voldemort who pulls a face at the mention of his previous name," Harry, you have to understand - we were just trying to change the system," he takes a breath, "We wanted to abolish the Ministry , to build a fair and equal democracy."

"You wanted to take over?" Harry turns and looks at his lover.

"By fair means, I wished to run for the head of the Ministry and change the corruption that had gone unchecked for hundreds of years."

"Harry, they were systematically culling creatures that they deemed unworthy , vampires, werewolves and anyone that got in the way would end up in Askaban on trumped up bullshit charges of treason!" Sirius pulls at his own hair in anger and Harry knows that he's thinking of his own time in the prison at the mercy of the dementors.

"You were the good guys," Harry sits for moment and closes his eyes, trying to understand what the two men were saying, "You wanted to change the world." Voldemort takes his hands in his and strokes them looks at him with blurring teary eyes.

"I wanted to make the world a better place," Harry can feel his heart break at his lovers forlorn tone, "I didn't realise that my mentor was the most corrupt of all," Harry leans forward and presses a soft kiss against his lips, earning a loving smile in return, "I had involved him in all my plans, his support meant the world to me and his betrayal almost killed me."