Chapter 7

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the rights to Harry Potter

WARNING: This chapter is RATED M and contains graphic Non-Con, Sex, Slash, Kink.

Harry spent the next day agonizing over his request to Draco. How could he have asked him that? At the same time, he wondered, how could Draco deny him this? If Voldemort knew that Harry and Draco had even had the discussion, they would both be spending long hours under the Cruciatus curse. He shuddered just to think of it, feeling phantom pains of the white-hot curse soaring through his limbs.

Draco would probably just find some sort of excuse to not return. He would tell Voldemort some story about how his presence was hindering Harry's submission to the Dark Lord. It would be just like a Malfoy to think about saving his own skin and leave Harry to that monster without a second thought. Just when Harry thought he had found a friend. He should have known better when it came to Draco Malfoy.

The more Harry tried to prepare himself for Voldemort's touch, the larger his nausea grew and faster his skin crawled. He had convinced the Dark Lord to stave off his advances before, would he be able to do so again? How many times could Harry rely on Lord Voldemort's unexpected acquiescence. Voldemort had seemed pleased when Harry had offered him a kiss of his own accord, yesterday. Perhaps he could continue to allow him small affections until he could make his escape. On the other hand, small affections may only encourage him.

Harry was allowed to stay in Voldemort's bed chambers for the day. Despite having watched the Dark Lord ensure strict wards around the room, Harry still checked every possible outlet for a means of escape. The windows would not budge, the door would not move, and there were no items in the room that looked of any significance that could help him. He had tried hurling himself at the window, tried to summon a wandless spell that could break the glass. He was not surprised to find that Voldemort's magic held strong.

There was some small grace, he thought, in that he would not see Draco to receive his rejection today. He wondered if Draco would portkey into his cage and be dismayed to find him absent. He would probably report him missing to Voldemort. Harry soured at the mental image.

He had spent some time alternating between pacing the room, and sitting on the large, plush bed when he heard the turn of a lock. His eyes froze on the door, and his breath held in his throat as he watched Draco walk in the room. Any bitterness he previously held for the man drained away as he welcomed the comfort of his familiarity.

Harry ran to him. "Draco, how did you get in here?"

Draco was pale, looking more uncomfortable than he had been the day before when Harry had asked him to take his virginity before his boss could. Draco was still, as though he had accidentally performed petrificus totalus on himself. Harry thrust the door shut and turned to look at Draco to try to interpret the terror in his eyes.

"What are you doing here, Draco?" Harry asked firmly.

"He's here to fuck you, Harry."

A chill ran through Harry's spine, a reflex which trembled his wings awake and into a fight or flight response. In his case, both.

His wings spread wide, he spun to face the Dark Lord who was sitting on the bed, one leg crossed in front, hands and fingers splayed on the bed beside him. Evidently, he did not share the trepidation of the other men in the room.

"No." Harry said. He looked again at the anxiety advertised on Draco's face. The man was shaking like he'd never seen.

"No?" Voldemort asked. He brought his hand to his chin, index finger draped pensively over his cheek. "Is that not what you asked of him yesterday? Draco is here to oblige you, Harry. He's here to fuck you just like you asked of him."

One glance at Draco was enough for Harry to know that Draco was not here on his own volition. He had still not moved, and Harry realized he must be waiting for direction from the Dark Lord.

Harry just shook his head, while Voldemort continued. "Believe it, you are getting your wish. I'll admit I was angry, at first, but I gave it some thought. You almost fooled me with your demure act. Indeed, you really are the little whore I suspected you to be. I will let you have Draco before you have me forever." The swift kick in the head Lord Voldemort deserved would not be able to wipe the smug smile from his face.

How low could this man sink? A fury surged through Harry, and he took flight in a futile attack towards the man. He wanted to sink his nails into the Dark Lord's damned, red eyes. He wanted to snap his wand and shove it through his dumb grin and down his throat. Voldemort simply pointed at Harry, and he was struck roughly to the ground. Harry cradled his stomach, willing the air to return to his lungs.

"I will not." He said, wheezing. He rolled to face Voldemort. "I won't do it."

Voldemort stood and towered over Harry's fragile form.

"I will kill him if you do not participate. I will kill him, and torture you. I do not know in what order. Perhaps I will make him watch. You will do this, and there will not be any further discussion." The Dark Lord glared down at Harry, daring him to refuse.

"Please," Harry tried, "I-"

"Crucio." Draco had finally spoken, or screamed rather, and Harry lurched forward to embrace the Dark Lord's legs.

"Please!" The shrill cry of his voice shocked even him. "I'll do it! Please stop!"

The curse ended immediately. Harry could hear Draco's ragged breathing from across the room. Lord Voldemort ran his cold fingers through Harry's hair. How could this gentle touch come from a man so cruel?

"Excellent. Come, Draco."

Draco did not hesitate to stand, and rushed to fulfill the Dark Lord's order.

Voldemort gave a soft tug at Harry's scalp, prompting him to stand. "Retract, Harry." He whispered in Parseltongue, and Harry pulled back his wings as he was told.

With a quick motion of his hand, Voldemort summoned a chair to place himself. His regain of his casual composure was instant.

"Strip him, Draco."

Harry's eyes wavered from the Dark Lord to the floor in front of him. He could not bear to look at Draco, knowing that Harry's foolish plea from yesterday had led him into this awful position. Draco lifted his wand to Harry, the disrobing spell near on his lips.

"With your hands, Draco. Make Harry feel special." Harry's quick glimpse in the Dark Lord's direction revealed a hardness in the man's pants he was making no effort to conceal.

Harry flinched as Draco brought a trembling hand to the hem of his shirt, but he made no effort to move. Painfully slow, Draco tugged the shirt and Harry raised his arms to allow himself out of it. Harry's hand lowered to the buttons of his jeans.

"Why the rush? Let Draco do his part, Harry." Harry balled his fists and dropped them to his side. Draco's fingers released Harry's trousers, and he lowered himself to pull them to the floor. Harry shuddered, whether from the chill of the room or the softness of Draco's touch, he could not distinguish.

Draco stepped forward and pinched the hem of Harry's underwear, his last defense from the torment he was about to endure. Draco leaned into him, his breath tingling his ear.

"He said he would kill you if I didn't, Harry." He whispered.

And you believed him? Harry screamed inwardly. Stupid, foolish Malfoys. Harry did not have much time to consider that Draco had not done this fearing for his own life, but for Harry's. Lord Voldemort would have found a way, he knew.

Harry's underwear was pulled from him, and suddenly he was bare to the room. It struck him strange that he was not ashamed to be unclothed in front of Draco, as he may have been years ago during their rivalry. He was not embarrassed. But he was terrified.

Both men gave hesitant looks to Lord Voldemort, who ordered at once, "Harry, make yourself comfortable on the bed. Draco, you may undress as well. I want you to watch, Harry."

Harry sat down on the bed, rigid as Draco had been and unable to maintain his gaze on Draco. Draco began to disrobe, and Harry saw the Dark Lord ardently lean forward in his chair.

The Dark Lord hummed in approval when Draco finally stood naked as well.

"Are you ready for him, Harry? I do not think that you are. The look of his cock already could tear your ass in two. Prepare yourself for him."

Harry flustered, feeling a red heat flush his skin. "I am ready." He said, but his face could not hold back his confusion.

Voldemort laughed. "It is clear you have not lied about your virginity." He stood and joined Harry on the bed. He guided Harry to lie back and the Dark Lord held the smaller man's hand in his. He gripped Harry's fingers and held them in front of his gaze. "Use these and stretch yourself. I will help you get started." The Dark Lord drew Harry's index finger between his lips and swirled his tongue around the digit. Voldemort withdrew and reclaimed his chair, watching Harry expectantly.

Humiliation crept through him as he realized what Voldemort was asking him to do. Harry had never put anything up there before. The shame intensified as he noticed Draco poignantly looking away from him.

He turned to Voldemort and opened his mouth to beg for an alternative, to plea for any other way. He could not stand to have them watch as he penetrated himself with his own fingers. "Please," he spoke, and again Draco was under the Cruciatus spell, squirming nude on the ground and screaming nothing coherent.

"Stop!" Harry yelled, and in an instant shoved the tip of his finger in his hole. It felt foreign and painful, an action he immediately regretted. Voldemort ended the spell.

Harry breathed heavily as he forced the finger in further. His muscles clenched around him, and he wondered how he would ever fit a cock inside if he was having this much trouble with one lousy finger.

"Spread your legs, Harry. Draco and I want to see you." Lord Voldemort said.

With one finger pressed to the hilt in his ass, Harry spread his quivering legs and threw his head to the side to obscure his face from his observers.

"Do you not like what you see, Draco?" Lord Voldemort motioned to his lifeless cock. "You must prepare yourself, too. Stroke yourself while Harry readies himself for you." The Dark Lord was rubbing his hardness through his pants. "Harry, add another finger."

Harry groaned, but did not protest. He knew the Dark Lord would simply torture Draco again, or actually go through with his threat to kill him. He struggled to add his second finger, hissing at the strain he was creating on his hole. Harry rocked his hand into himself, forcing the second finger to meet the first. His body was arguing against the intrusion, but he knew he must continue. He panted as both fingers sat fully inside him. He felt foolish lying on the bed, his hand attached to his ass waiting for Voldemort's next order.

"Another one, Harry."

Harry could not conceal his astonishment at the command. Could he not sense Harry was going to split in half? On second thought, Harry thought, that is what Voldemort is planning on.

Harry did not try to hide his whimpers as he attempted to add the third. He prodded futility. The pain was too much. It would not fit. He gave the Dark Lord a helpless stare, pleading with his eyes to be allowed to stop.

"You can do it, Harry." Voldemort's hand was inside his pants, zipper undone and tugging at his length. Harry choked at the sight, tears brimming in his eyes. He took several unsteady breaths, found the inflamed entrance beneath him, and plunged another finger through. He threw his head back and cried out. His body did not want this. His body could not do this.

"Move your fingers, Harry. Wiggle them like your saying hello to Draco's cock." Lord Voldemort cackled at his own words, and Harry saw with an unpleasant shock that Draco was hard. Slowly, he stood before Harry, stroking his cock, and waiting like a drone for the Dark Lord's command.

Why does he get to withdraw from this? Why does he have to leave me here alone? Harry wished he could talk to Draco, that Draco would speak to him and tell him it was all going to be okay. He needed some comfort. He could not handle the lifeless being in front of him that had clearly banished his being to some other place to escape the travesty of it all.

Harry moved his fingers inside him, pushing against the muscle that would not budge. His passage was tight and unforgiving, and he trembled at the thought of Draco pressing his cock inside.

"You both may stop." The Dark Lord said. Both Draco and Harry removed their hands. As Harry did so, he felt magic overtake his body and saw red ropes of light bind each ankle to their respective wrist. He struggled, alarmed at the newest violation to his vulnerability. Harry could not break free, and his body remained spread to both men.

"Take him now, Draco." Harry squirmed as Draco moved forward. The spell was unrelenting as Draco's form leaned over him and placed his hands at either side of his body. He could smell the desperation on Draco, the musk of his sweat and precum heightened Harry's nausea.

"I'm so sorry, Harry." Draco whispered into his ear, his voice strained. "This will be over soon."

For him, maybe, but Harry had come to realize he was going to know this moment and relive it with the Dark Lord for the rest of his life.

The Dark Lord had come to join Harry on the bed. He held a steady hand on Harry's thigh, halting Harry's attempts to twist away. Draco guided his cock to Harry's hole, placing his hand on Harry's abdomen. Harry felt the nudging of Draco's cock and tensed as it began to breach.

The pain was worse than his fingers, but he did not think he could have prepared himself better. That was only a cruel joke by the Dark Lord. He was being invaded by the length of another person, and there was no way to ready himself for that. Harry threw his head back, crying and dismayed to find Lord Voldemort's mouth on his. The Dark Lord's tongue assaulted his, and he felt a tender hand reach to stoke his nipple. He gasped, trying to wriggle away from the Dark Lord's touch. Draco pressed forward, and Harry moaned as his ass stretched to accommodate him.

Draco had sheathed himself in Harry completely, hunched forward groaning over the man beneath him. Beads of sweat dripped from his hair and onto Harry's cheek. Voldemort took a hold of Draco's hip, gently easing him away from Harry. The slide of his cock along his torn insides sent Harry's tears streaming from his eyes. Voldemort gave a strong shove and sent Draco back fully inside Harry. Harry screamed.

"Like that, Draco. Give the slut what he wanted." Without a word, Draco continued to pound into Harry, eliciting more screams and strangled sobs he could not restrain if he had wanted to.

"Please," Harry moaned, but he did not know who he was speaking to. He felt delirious, out of body and so painfully in tune with his pain at the same moment.

The Dark Lord disrobed completely and settled himself next to Harry's face. Voldemort grabbed Harry's hair in his fist and forced him to confront the glaring hardness in front of him.

"Today, I do not mind settling for second best." The Dark Lord smirked, and his grip moved to Harry's jaw, forcing the boy to open his mouth. Voldemort's hold was straining Harry's frame, his body twisting to entertain both the Dark Lord and Dracos' demands.

"You bite, and I kill him." The comment did not slow Draco's thrusts.

Voldemort pushed his cock into Harry's mouth. Harry gagged at the taste and felt bile rise in him as the Dark Lord's cock brushed the back of his throat. The men thrust into Harry hard, and Harry's body could not help but tense around both of their cocks. His jaw ached as Voldemort relentlessly lunged into him. He could not turn away as his head remained trapped in Voldemort's hold.

Voldemort used his thumb to wipe at the slobbering mess of tears and spit on Harry's face.

"I thought this is what you wanted, Harry." Lord Voldemort had stopped, letting his cock sit in Harry's mouth as Draco maintained his movement. Harry tried to shake his head, hardly affording movement of his own.

"I think I know what the little slut wants." The Dark Lord said. He pointed at Draco's cock, and to Harry's horror, said, "Engorgio."

Harry squealed. Draco's eyes grew wide, and the pain for Harry was insurmountable as Draco's cock swelled nearly twice the size of what it once was. Harry could feel the wet warmth of his blood began to paint the sheets below him as he was pushed back and forth along the bed.

Lord Voldemort returned himself to Harry's mouth. Harry opened and closed his eyes, unable to determine which would help him better ignore the burning agony.

Draco let out a moan, and stunning white wings extended from his back. They gave a slight, protective curl around him. They seemed to let off a halo-like glow as he shuddered, buried into Harry, and came deeply. Draco's orgasm prompted a hiss from the Dark Lord, and a climax of his own as he released into Harry's mouth. He removed himself, but Harry's sore jaw could hardly work to dislodge the spunk from his tongue.

Labored breathing and the soft sounds of Harry's sobs joined the men as they recovered. Voldemort's wave of his hand returned Draco's cock to its normal size. Draco slowly pulled his cock from Harry, eliciting one last cry from the battered man.

"Leave now, Draco." Draco hastily threw on his robe, and without a second glance towards Harry, vanished from the room.

The Dark Lord released the spell of Harry's bindings, and he felt his muscles complain as they were allowed their freedom. He curled into himself, pressing his face into the sheets. He could not manage a flinch as the Dark Lord lay a cool hand on his back, stroking back and forth as if finally offering Harry some comfort.

"You need to learn that I do not like to share. That was your reward, Harry. Tomorrow, we will deal with your punishment."

Authors Note: 12 years ago I did some readers dirty by publishing an unfair end to this story. I have recently started to write again and thought it would be enjoyable to make amends and do a bad story some justice. You will notice a gap in writing style and grammar, and the plot may not be so cohesive as I am simply just trying to tie up a loose end from a story I wrote in my youth. (Dear) God (Make Me a Bird) Speed.