Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Voldemort, who was on the verge of death, was finally rescued with potions and instant Muggle first aid, but his body continued to weaken due to unknown reasons. He sat slumped by Voldemort's bed, the boy looked at the young man With a pale face and closed eyelids, he slowly lowered his handsome face, sticking out his fingertips to outline the young man's slightly sunken cheeks, and the slightly long forehead hair covered his eyes as Tom lowered his head.

The fiery lips pressed against the young man's cold thin lips, paused for a while, and then reluctantly left after lingering for a while.

Tom stroked the black hair on the forehead of the young man on the bed, and murmured in a hoarse voice, "I won't let you go... I won't even die..."

He pushed the door open and walked out, leaving Voldemort in the darkness and indoors, but the closed door was pushed open a small crack not long after, and the strange shadow that did not belong to human beings stretched out from the crack of the door, vaguely seemed to be there. A rustling sound passed by...

...the divider for the moon...

It was another day of nursing until late at night, and Tom, who was so tired lying on Voldemort's bedside, felt his cheeks itch. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pair of ruby ​​red eyes, which belonged to Voldemort.

"...I'm hungry." The demon king who sat up looked at the boy's dazed expression of surprise and joy, and narrowed his eyes as if he was in a bad mood. To Tom, who was almost in despair, it was the most beautiful voice in the world. He didn't know what emotion to use to face him now, and he murmured dryly, "I, I'm going to cook..."

"No --" The young man's response made Tom's heart cold, but the next moment, he was pulled closer by his tie, and the handsome demon king who squinted at the young man frowned with disgust on his face, and his cold fingertips made people feel uncomfortable. He stroked Tom's cheek tremblingly, and murmured word by word, heartbeating and puzzling, "You can do it..."

Totally unaware of how things would turn out like this, Tom watched in astonishment as Voldemort lowered his head. He was handsome and handsome, and his face moved closer to him inch by inch. His thin, pale lips faintly brushed against his lips. Then kissed his neck.

There was a bit of piercing pain from the arteries in the neck, but at the same time it was accompanied by fiery pleasure and numbness. Tom, who was at a loss as he hugged the young man's shoulders, clearly felt that the two soft, cold pieces were sucking his blood. , the texture under the clothes seemed to become warmer.

I don't know why, but the boy who was ecstatic, yearning for Voldy physically and mentally wanted to hug him excitedly, but just about to move, he was calmly pushed away, and the boy who was pushed to the ground and couldn't react was dumbfounded. Turning his head, he saw the dark young man who was sickly like a puff of smoke a few days ago raised his lips, his face was faintly blush with a strange thinness, and Voldemort, who was sitting on the bed, stared down at the dull young man condescendingly, and sneered. He said: "...Stupid."

The bright but non-glare morning light penetrated through the window, covering the young man's outline with a layer of light. Even the red eyes staring at the young man and the mocking sneer seemed to reveal warmth. Tom stared at the young man ecstatically. The young man's eyes did not blink, until the eyes were almost dry.

He was reluctant, because if he blinked, he might find out in a second that everything was just a dream.

──Vaguely, there seems to be something wrong.

Tom tentatively stretched out his hand to Voldemort. After getting up, the man didn't dodge, but raised his eyebrows impatiently.

──No dodge!

Tom's hand froze after touching Voldemort's shoulder. He frowned and stared into Voldemort's eyes. In those crimson eyes, Tom couldn't see the crazy emptiness and rejection of the day before, only he could see when he moved. Slowly follow his eyes.

stare into his eyes.

...Merlin, what the hell is going on!

There was a moment of blankness and unreality in Tom's mind, because the wish came true too unexpectedly and easily, and he could only look around blankly with scattered instincts, but when his eyes swept over the bedside, a small glass bottle in the corner was Stealing his attention, Tom slowly picked up the bottle, but it took all his strength to make himself see the label, and when he looked up again, his eyes flashed with ironic madness.

Before Voldemort could react, Tom, who raised his lips and showed an incomparably cheerful smile, forcefully pressed the young man down on the pure black bed, condescending, restraining the young man's hands and feet so that the young man would not move, and touched the young man's face with fiery palms.

The temperature of the fingertips and the man's annoyed but not dodging movements made Tom's fingertips tremble slightly, and the hot body temperature seemed to have dyed Voldemort's face, causing his breathing to become chaotic.

Sad, joyful, angry, mad, but also full of indescribable joy... Tom bit Voldemort's lip hard, and saw his reflection in Voldemort's bright red eyes with joy.

──This is the person who made him want to be an enemy of the world, and now he is finally under his body.

There was bursts of excitement coming from the tense body, just suppressing the young man's movements released countless satisfying dopamine, Tom decided to fuck Voldemort, because he knew that Voldemort in this state would never be angry with himself.

...the divider for the moon...

Shhh, it's being cracked down on right now, good kids can't look this way.

...the divider for the moon...

Unable to conceal the exhaustion from the indulged limbs.

Sliding down silently from above the neck-to-neck couple who were sleeplessly tired, was a little silver snake with eyes full of anger. After seeing the messy body of the first owner and the scratches and teeth marks on the skin, the little female snake bared out angrily. With his fangs, he fell on the bed sheet angrily and shouted at Tom: "Tom!How could you bully Voldy like this! 』

The double-black boy opened his eyes when the little female snake roared, and he curled his lips to reveal a cheerful and innocent smile, but such an expression appeared on Tom's evil and handsome face, which only made people feel ghostly. The air was gloomy and cold, and then the boy mysteriously raised his finger to his lips, and whispered softly: "Shh, don't wake Voldy up." 』

The man they were talking about was frowning, lying on his side with his eyes closed, Nagini lowered her voice with guilt, but she still screamed in a low voice, "Then how can you... how can you treat Voldy like this?" ! ? 』

"Drugging him... isn't that what you want? ’ His gaze was as gentle as water but full of darkness as he swept across the young man’s frowning brows. Tom stroked with his fingertips, as if trying to smooth out the deep folds. The little female snake trembled even at the tip of its tail. At a loss, he lowered his head and muttered, "I just...just want Voldy to be gentle with you..."

"gentle……? 』The boy repeated the narration in a very puzzled tone, which sounded plain but with a strange cheerfulness, giving people a kind of treachery that made hairs stand on end. He kissed Voldemort's ear tenderly, but gently made Voldemort's earlobe bleed Grinding his teeth, "You should know, I won't let go of any chance to possess him. 』

"If it wasn't for worrying that he was so shy that he would rather die than submit, I would have forced him... Don't worry, you did a good job. 』His fingers slid across the icy scales of the little female snake. Obviously, Nagini's body was relatively cold, but this cold-blooded animal's teeth were trembling, because she saw the crooked and crooked smile on the boy's face: "Now, from his fingertips to his hair, every inch is mine..."

"Voldy...I love you, I love you..."

The boy pecked and kissed Voldemort's blood-stained earlobe over and over again, so affectionate, yet so paranoid.

──Love, never existed?

Who said that love is always there?

It's just that he chose to turn this love into a verb.

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Voldemort, who was on the verge of death, was finally rescued with potions and instant Muggle first aid, but his body continued to weaken due to unknown reasons. He sat slumped by Voldemort's bed, the boy looked at the young man With a pale face and closed eyelids, he slowly lowered his handsome face, sticking out his fingertips to outline the young man's slightly sunken cheeks, and the slightly long forehead hair covered his eyes as Tom lowered his head.

The fiery lips pressed against the young man's cold thin lips, paused for a while, and then reluctantly left after lingering for a while.

Tom stroked the black hair on the forehead of the young man on the bed, and murmured in a hoarse voice, "I won't let you go... I won't even die..."

He pushed the door open and walked out, leaving Voldemort in the darkness and indoors, but the closed door was pushed open a small crack not long after, and the strange shadow that did not belong to human beings stretched out from the crack of the door, vaguely seemed to be there. A rustling sound passed by...

...the divider for the moon...

It was another day of nursing until late at night, and Tom, who was so tired lying on Voldemort's bedside, felt his cheeks itch. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pair of ruby ​​red eyes, which belonged to Voldemort.

"...I'm hungry." The demon king who sat up looked at the boy's dazed expression of surprise and joy, and narrowed his eyes as if he was in a bad mood. To Tom, who was almost in despair, it was the most beautiful voice in the world. He didn't know what emotion to use to face him now, and he murmured dryly, "I, I'm going to cook..."

"No --" The young man's response made Tom's heart cold, but the next moment, he was pulled closer by his tie, and the handsome demon king who squinted at the young man frowned with disgust on his face, and his cold fingertips made people feel uncomfortable. He stroked Tom's cheek tremblingly, and murmured word by word, heartbeating and puzzling, "You can do it..."

Totally unaware of how things would turn out like this, Tom watched in astonishment as Voldemort lowered his head. He was handsome and handsome, and his face moved closer to him inch by inch. His thin, pale lips faintly brushed against his lips. Then kissed his neck.

There was a bit of piercing pain from the arteries in the neck, but at the same time it was accompanied by fiery pleasure and numbness. Tom, who was at a loss as he hugged the young man's shoulders, clearly felt that the two soft, cold pieces were sucking his blood. , the texture under the clothes seemed to become warmer.

I don't know why, but the boy who was ecstatic, yearning for Voldy physically and mentally wanted to hug him excitedly, but just about to move, he was calmly pushed away, and the boy who was pushed to the ground and couldn't react was dumbfounded. Turning his head, he saw the dark young man who was sickly like a puff of smoke a few days ago raised his lips, his face was faintly blush with a strange thinness, and Voldemort, who was sitting on the bed, stared down at the dull young man condescendingly, and sneered. He said: "...Stupid."

The bright but non-glare morning light penetrated through the window, covering the young man's outline with a layer of light. Even the red eyes staring at the young man and the mocking sneer seemed to reveal warmth. Tom stared at the young man ecstatically. The young man's eyes did not blink, until the eyes were almost dry.

He was reluctant, because if he blinked, he might find out in a second that everything was just a dream.

"..." Disgustingly withdrew the faint, barely visible smile on his lips, Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and murmured sneeringly in a slightly hoarse, low and nice voice that Tom hadn't heard for a long time, "Don't be on my carpet if you want to be stupid, don't get up!"

"Oh..." Tom felt a little stupid at the moment, not a little, but very stupid. His eyes didn't leave Voldemort even for a moment, and he climbed up awkwardly on the ground. After seeing the young man seemed to raise the corner of his mouth Feeling my heart beating like a drum, "Voldy...you...?"

"Don't think about it, I didn't obey your plan." Seeing the boy's excited and frizzy expression, Voldemort felt out of breath, and he narrowed his crimson eyes calmly and lazily, looking cold and aloof Arrogant, but Tom's heart trembled faintly because he could vaguely see how he got along with him when he was a child. "It's just energy intake. Does this make you have an illusion? It's really... huh!"

The unspoken words were violently captured by the young man with his lips and tongue. After seeing the young man regained his provocative ability, Tom stepped forward excitedly, knocked the proud devil down on the big bed, and plundered wantonly, poking in like a fish. The tip of his tongue was inconceivably flexible after finding the source of sweetness, entangled with Voldemort's tongue and stirred it to death, a big blue vein appeared on the forehead of the young man who hadn't finished speaking, he frowned and pushed Tom's chin, With a displeased look on his face, he directly kicked: "...Sad human beings... When did I ask you to interrupt my education!"

"Voldy...I love you!" Hugging Voldemort's waist that had become thinner during this period of time, Tom ignored the other's struggle at all, and just wanted to continue with a happy face, and the result of wanting to force others was to be slapped by the young man Pressing her lips and pushing them out, "I──I──don't──love──you──!"