Doomed to be an enemy

"Hey, Voldemort, you can't do this—" Harry swallowed.

"I can't?" Voldemort played with these two words and smiled even more charmingly, "My boy, you have called master so many times, I don't want to disappoint you, do I?"

Harry blushed, "That was just a joke." Voldemort exerted a little force, and the tip of his wand sank slightly into the boy's soft skin. Harry sucked in a light breath, which felt like he was about to be stabbed into the heart: " Voldemort!" He was a little annoyed.

"Little boy, this is not a begging attitude."

Voldemort's tone seemed a little uncertain.He stared at Harry's chest, his eyes resting on the fiery red chains under the skin that seemed invisible to anyone but himself, and kissed it lightly as if bewitched, with the tip of his tongue following the lines gently like a snake letter Sucking the kiss upwards, Harry's breathing became disordered for a moment, "No..."

This is so strange, he gritted his teeth and reached out to snatch the wand from the man's hand. Voldemort let go of his hands pamperingly, and stroked the boy's waist with his fingertips, encircling Harry's shoulders along the texture.The tip of his tongue slid across the depression in the middle of the collarbone, and lightly bit the boy's trembling Adam's apple, teasing wantonly, the bone-colored ominous wand was weakly grasped by Harry, and the cold magic power flowed back from the finger The tip jumped into the body, it was Voldemort's magic power.

Harry almost threw the yew wand with a shudder, but the restless magic in his body boiled like a thirst for more, which was delicious for them. "What's going on--" Harry's voice was trembling under the man's teasing, he was so fumigated by the sudden heat that he had no strength at all, sensing this, Voldemort released him slightly and raised his head lightly. Laughing out loud, "Harry, look, even your magic power is thirsting for me." Harry stared at him with green eyes, and raised his wand not to be outdone. into flying fragments.

Surprisingly easy to use.

Harry was very surprised, which didn't stop him from showing a provocative smile, "Look, your wand doesn't repel me." Well, the yew wand is just like his holly wand, even more so than that. Lighter and more aggressive. Voldemort laughed, he didn't speak, and he wasn't surprised at all, his boy was not only his acknowledged mate, but also his unique Horcrux, there was no reason why the yew wand would not accept him.

The boy's provocation made his heart feel like it was soaked in hot water, itching and hot, and Voldemort's dark red eyes gradually became dark as night.

"My pleasure," he said softly.

Harry raised his hand and looked at the wand in surprise, "Armor protection." He tentatively cast a spell on the bedpost, and saw golden runes flashing, and a shiny protective barrier surrounded and propped up , Harry was a little excited and used a few small spells to attack it, and found that the wand was quite sensitive and cooperated very well, whether it was defensive magic or offensive magic.

The corners of Voldemort's lips curled up when he saw it, it was rare for Harry to show such an age-appropriate curiosity - this was in line with his usual perception of Gryffindor and children.This made Voldemort subconsciously ignore the passion rising from his body, and kissed the boy's cheek, "Have fun? Huh?"

"It works really well," said Harry sincerely.Immediately, as if he had thought of something, he summoned his wand and handed it to Voldemort.The latter raised his eyebrows to understand Harry's thoughts. He stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the wand, and his casual smile disappeared instantly. The warm current flowed in from his fingertips, which was as gentle as the sun, bringing a bone-chilling warmth. meaning. Voldemort stared at it blankly for a moment, pursed his lips and swung it down like a cursesword on Harry's armor.

With a click, the entire bedpost broke, and in an instant, Harry instinctively hugged Voldemort and rolled to the side—the bedpost fell down, bringing the beam together. "It's okay, Harry." Voldemort's cold kiss fell on the boy's tense cheek, "I should have used a spell just now." Harry looked back annoyed, the bedstead had already returned to its original appearance. "You're right, it works well," Voldemort said softly.

Dark magic can infuse the soul, and even the spells are cold and malicious - at least those that Voldemort knows.The holly wand soothed the anger of the spell, just like his Harry, holding his hand and not allowing to fall into that evil abyss.

his Harry.

Voldemort suddenly couldn't bear the passionate impulse that seemed to him to be useless except to make people lose their minds and please the boy he liked. On the other hand, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of the boy's head and pressed down——

"Vol——" Harry's voice was swallowed by the man's throat, Voldemort's tongue forcefully penetrated between the boy's teeth to arouse the other's sucking and teasing, the palm placed behind the boy's head was slightly forceful, and the kiss became It was so deep, Harry even felt that the tip of his tongue was almost deep into his throat. Amid the ambiguous sound of water, the man's hands were ambiguously kneading the boy's upturned buttocks, and vaguely touched the sensitive thighs. ...A blush came to Harry's cheeks, and he tried hard to drive away the tongue that was almost stuck in his throat, oh, don't think he didn't know what the deep and shallow movements were imitating...

Harry's breathing became labored, his cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he struggled to back away. Voldemort sucked hard on the boy's numb tongue before separating him a little.

His breathing was short of breath, and so was Voldemort.

The overlapping magic field seemed to be awakened with this kiss, boiling up and bursting out dazzling sparks. Voldemort's magic power was churning, rarely because of emotional agitation—Harry almost watched the man's dark red eyes slowly turn black from a close distance, and a cold dark breath swept over his heart, making him exposed Every inch of skin on the outside shuddered, and Harry breathed out almost unconsciously—the other didn't even touch him.

Harry gritted his teeth, his emerald green eyes were aggressive because of anger and embarrassment: "You are cheating! Damn it, can't you restrain your magic power!?" That gaze also seemed to become hot and painful, and what made Harry embarrassed was In this case, he would react unexpectedly.

Merlin -

Voldemort stared closely at the boy and said bitterly, almost jumping out word by word in the end, without restraint: "I hope this pleases you, my boy." He raised his hand, almost Gently touch the boy's cheek, vaguely.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, and Voldemort paused. Whenever his boy showed such an expression, it was definitely a sign of anger. He wanted to change his posture vigilantly, but the boy pressed his shoulders first and slammed him hard. Pressed into soft silk quilts and pillows.

The boy he admired sat across his waist, looking down at him.

Just like a lion. Voldemort thought of this metaphor subconsciously, the boy's dishonest buttocks moved slightly, which made him gasp almost uncontrollably.

Harry showed a satisfied smile: "I heard that you invented the spell of the Dark Mark yourself?"

Voldemort endured the maddening excitement, and it was impossible to speak calmly, "That's right." "I think we can discuss this later." He found his voice dissatisfied Breathing with a little shortness of breath showing weakness, his eyes fell on the boy's place where the boy was also not much better.

Now it was Harry's turn to feel uncomfortable. He tried his best to recall Voldemort's usual expression of forcing a confession, and finally kept the temperature of his cheeks from rising further, and said hesitantly, "If you insist on drawing dots on me What, but only if," He watched the other party's attention being drawn back, those pure black eyes impregnated with the magic power of the Dark wizard seemed to give him courage, Harry lowered his head, and approached Voldemort's cheek, They couldn't say it lightly, but they rubbed each other's straight nose bridges affectionately, "I want to draw a mark on you too, I'll come first."

Really, so bold. After being taken aback for a moment, Voldemort bit the boy's lips as if punishing him in a funny and angry manner, "Do I still need to teach you how to chant spells, huh?"

"Of course." Harry pretended not to hear the teasing in that tone. Anyway, Voldemort knew all about his academic level, so he added worriedly, "It can't be the Dark Mark."

"There are so many requests..."

Voldemort sneered lazily, he hadn't planned to give the boy the Dark Mark, that one was for the servants, his Harry was different.It was his turn... Voldemort thought for a while, pursing his lips and frowning in disgust.No one ever asked for it, but if it was his boy:

"Where do you want to draw?"

Voldemort suppressed the displeasure that was screaming from his soul, he felt that he had become very strange, part of him was indulging in the boy's request, while the other part was paranoidly expressing his reluctance. "Teach me first." Harry hesitated before answering, Voldemort had a bad instinct, "Answer me first."

Then he found the other party's sweaty hand sliding across his abdomen-this made him almost hold his breath until the series of sparks of stimulation stayed in his heart and circled, flattering and hesitant. "Is it okay here?" He heard Harry's equally uncertain voice.

Voldemort was taken aback by the boldness of the idea.

"My boy, don't you think it's inappropriate here?" Voldemort slyly and ambiguously touched the boy's lips, and said coaxingly in a gentle tone he had never had before, "Think about it, what if you are I found out... I don't care, but I'm afraid your situation will become more difficult."

Harry was keenly aware that something was wrong, and said suspiciously, "You don't seem to be expecting much, unlike just now—" He stopped talking abruptly, and Voldemort thought it was bad, when the boy suddenly raised his voice: "So, you You just want to mark it on me, right?" Harry suddenly laughed angrily, "You tell me who can see your heart? Hmm? The omnipotent Dark Lord—"

Voldemort was silenced by the boy, and Harry laughed back angrily, "You just said, it's easy to be discovered, right?" His fingers threateningly went down around the navel and lower abdomen, staying on the other side's extremely sensitive place . "Harry..." "I guess there's nothing wrong with it here, right?"

Voldemort helplessly raised his hand and rubbed the boy's messy hair, and found that the unwilling part of his soul began to compromise: "I think the chest is more suitable." "What do you want to draw, huh?" Even so , but Voldemort already had several guesses about the answer, and sure enough:

Harry snorted and examined him sharply for a moment before letting go.

"How about a lion?"

Voldemort said calmly: "Honestly, I don't want to draw a Gryffindor school flag on my body." "It's not Gryffindor." Harry looked away from the other party with a little embarrassment, and whispered: " It's an Animagus."

"It seems that you have decided what to paint on yourself."

Voldemort said meaningfully, showing a lazy smile, "Harry, is that why you like my Animagus form so much?"

Harry refused to answer the question.

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips somewhat triumphantly, and began to explain the essentials of the spell softly in the boy's ear. Harry held the wand recalled by Voldemort in his hand, and his palms were sticky with sweat.It wasn't until Voldemort watched indulgently, and the tip of the stick touched Voldemort's heart, that Harry realized how critical it was. He became uneasy, what if it failed, what if the spell had an accident... for a moment his His mind was filled with these thoughts, and Voldemort was also a little dizzy from the boy's thoughts, "Harry..." He raised his hand to hold the boy's cold fingertips in a funny way, held the wand together, and watched The boy hesitated with emerald green eyes, and said softly, "Read it with me."

Harry looked at the man's calm expression and nodded slowly.

"The shadow of the soul appears."

Their magic waved together, Voldemort frowned, cold sweat broke out on his brow, mouth opened, Harry felt his whole body tense up.He saw a lion cub the size of a palm slowly appearing in the position of the man's heart. He flicked his tail and turned his head to look around curiously, with his round ears moving.

"Voldemort, are you okay?" Harry panicked, he didn't expect the spell to hurt so much.

The little lion was also circling uneasily.

Responding to him was Voldemort's rapid and then gradual breathing, and then the man's helpless voice sounded: "My soul hurts for a while, little boy, you are so cruel."