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There was a voice inside Voldemort's head.
It wasn't welcome, but it was expected. He wore Slytherin's Locket on his person at all times and it was inevitable for it to get opinionated about the things he did.
Sometimes, though, the voice was rather annoying.
"I just think you should embrace our inner desires."
"Yours." He corrected, his quill writing on the parchment without caring what the other had to think.
A handsome man stared back at him in the shadows, sliding up behind him and running a finger down the curve of Voldemort's waistline.
He didn't flinch. It wasn't real, and besides, he wasn't as aroused by Himself as some ought to think.
The Locket whispered in his ear. "Imagine it. Him begging all prettily, with your cock in his mouth. Or maybe with ours? Imagine it."
A twitch of his non-existent eyebrow and Voldemort shut the locket, making the other man curse as he faded to nothing.
What an irritating man, his past self was.
He turned the lights off, heading to bed.
---
Tom licked Voldemort's throat, teeth hovering under his Adam's apple, grazing it ever so slightly. Tom was a tease and Voldemort hated the man for their arousal.
The murder of his first whore made this locket more....needy, than Voldemort wanted him to be.
When he was young, he had used his seductive capabilities to his advantage. But before them, there was a Muggle mother desperate for cash to feed her children.
He had just turned of age when he lost his virginity and cried into her bosom, the intimacy of the touch being overstimulating, and he killed her for it.
It should've been the end of it all, but he was...misguided at the time.
He killed her after the act of sexual intercourse and it only served to make him more aroused, and that part of his soul still lingered.
Tom whispered into Voldemort's ear. "Fuck me, mother."
He repeated the same words he told the whore, and frustrations flaring at the sign of his obvious weakness, Voldemort flipped him. He slammed his other self's face into a pillow, forcing him to be quiet, and felt their soul bond shake with the pain of barely being able to breathe.
Voldemort returned the favor, biting into his neck and tearing at the flesh.
He became one with the man, but it wasn't enough.
It was never enough, mother.
Voldemort cried.
---
He woke up, eyes red and nose flaring. He nearly threw the locket across the room, but then he felt it.
Confusion. Fear. Irritation. All which was not his.
He looked around the room. He frowned at the sight of a shimmer in the corner of the room. Tom himself, was staring at the corner of the room as if he could see the boy in person.
It was a gaze filled with greed, hunger, and desire.
"Potter."
He said slowly. Sharp fear filled his brain.
"Did you really sneak into my room to steal it?" He wanted to laugh at the boy's idiocy. "I wonder which of your friends came up with that plan."
He walked over and pulled the cloak off.
The boy was filled with fear, yet glared at him at the mention of his friends. "It was my plan." He gritted out. "They had nothing to do with it."
Voldemort opened his mouth.
"Lets have him."
He closed it and stared contemptuously at the man who was still staring at Harry.
"We need him." His eyes were not blinking as he looked down at the man. "We need him. We need him."
It was like a loop and even Voldemort felt unnerved.
"What's wrong?" Harry demanded "What is it---what is it that you're feeling, right now?"
How innocent he was. He briefly wondered if Harry ever felt the need to get fucked by a whore. He frowned.
"Nothing, Potter."
"Don't lie to me! No, something definitely happened there." He stepped further. "You're afraid, aren't you? What are you afraid of? Me?"
"Crucio."
Harry fell to the ground and Harry screamed and then Tom screamed too, as if mocking the boy's suffering.
He stopped, anger pulsating through his very being. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, but something about Harry Potter made emotions feel new each time he caused them.
"Fine." He said, to Tom.
"Fine, we'll do it."
"Do.....do what?"
Voldemort leaned next to Harry Potter and took off his locket. He put the Hocrux around Harry's neck, fingers lingering a little too long.
---
Everything was a blur as if he had just took off his glasses.
He grabbed at his head, pulling at his hair. "What....what did you do to me?" He begged. He looked up and could've sworn he saw two people in front of him.
But that wasn't right, was it?
They were alone.
Lips clashed against his in a furious display for dominance and it was like a switch had been flipped.
Confusion lead to ecstacy.
Harry never felt so happy in his life. It was like everything made sense.
---
Harry's tongue entangled with his. Voldemort did not let his eyes shut close, instead opting to watch Harry's expression as he grasped to understand the arousal that the Hocrux was forcing into him.
Innocent boy, innocent man.
The horcrux had already got him in his grasps.
Harry's legs opened, letting Voldemort's thighs slide in between them.
Harry rocked himself on Voldemort's leg, practically rutting against him as if he were a dog in heat. "Voldemort," He slurred deliriously. "Please..."
Voldemort stripped Harry's clothes, dragged him to the bed, and sat him down.
Voldemort kneeled before another man and took him in his mouth. Harry gasped and tried to grab at Voldemort's shoulders, only to find that it led to Voldemort taking him in further.
Harry came almost immediately.
Voldemort swallowed, and it, too, felt like everything was beginning to make sense.
"Ours." The voices in his said.
"Ours," Voldemort repeated.
"O....ours?" Harry asked.
"OURS." Tom finalized, making Harry scream at the sight of the new and unexpected face over his. He grabbed Harry by the throat, pushing him down onto the bed.
Voldemort watched the specter do his magic.
He lined his cock up with Harry's throat. Harry barely had time to register what was coming. He choked on the cock, the red tip shoving itself down his throat and that only seemed to arouse the Hocrux even further.
Shadowy tendrils trailed up Harry's legs and began fucking him in earnest. They weren't big, but they were thin enough that Harry was sure to be experiencing something ticklish in his insides as he was essentially spread open.
"Fuck him." Tom demanded, eyes turning red. Voldemort scowled, but stood up and began to unbutton his trousers and Harry shook his head, finally coming to terms with his current situation.
"No way, no way. There's no way you'll do that---please, Merlin, no."
It wasn't lack of interest. Harry likely felt the same arousal for him that the Hocrux had been feeding him for years. It was likely very overstimulating and made him want nothing more than to get stuffed full of cock.
But seeing two large dicks spring up from Voldemort's pants would be unnerving for any assumed virgin.
"We'll be so gentle with you," Tom whispered into Harry's ear, making him swoon. Voldemort was unsure if Harry realized who exactly was in the room with them right now, or if he was so cock-hungry that he didn't care. "Please, Harry? Please let us have this. let us have you."
Voldemort got sick of the display of affection.
He lined up his cocks with Harry's hole, pressing them together to make it easier to put into him. He was about to force it in, when Harry began to cry.
For reasons unknown to him, the tears stopped him.
"Tom," Harry begged. "Please....don't..."
Tom tilted his head "I'm not doing anything." He said, and Harry froze, looking up at Tom with eyes wider than saucers. It was in that moment that Harry realized what was going on---he could feel it through their link.
The hate associated with Voldemort, the arousal associated with the younger Tom. It was like an orgy of flavors that filled their brains.
"Enough of this." He said through gritted teeth as he began to push in.
Then the shadows shifted course, petting at Harry's head and Tom whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
"Mine." Tom whispered, making Voldemort look up at the man who had eyes for no one else but a figure that didn't exist, not anymore. The bastard child saw nothing but the a whore and a mother and maiden to be defiled. "You're being so good for us, Harry. Harry, Harry, my beloved."
"Do you feel it?" Voldemort asked Harry, placing a hand over his stomach where a bulge was found. "You're mine. Not his." He jerked his head to Tom, who was still whispering under his breath. "Mine."
"Yours." Harry agreed.
"Enough." Tom had snapped out of it at the declaration, looking upset. Tom got up, dick as hard as ever, and much to Harry's shock, went behind Voldemort.
---
There was no way that Voldemort would allow that.
There was no way, right?
He watched as Voldemort shifted over him, not stopping Tom from...
Holy shit.
Harry's back arched at the sensation of Tom thrusting into Voldemort, resulting in him somehow going even deeper.
"Vol---Tom----please." He begged the men above him.
He didn't know what he was begging for.
Deeper.
His eyes widened at the voice in his mind, staring at the ceiling with an open mouth.
The hocrux inside him wanted nothing more than to become one with them, and Tom wanted the same, and Voldemort wanted the same, and oh Merlin if they had their way he had no idea how he'd ever be able to return to Hermione and Ron, but as of the moment, right now, he didn't even know how to return home to his own body.
"Please what, Harry?" They asked.
"I want to be inside you."
They both looked at him, as if understanding him better than anyone had ever understood.
---
Harry felt sore.
He felt very, very sore.
But seeing Tom down on the bed while Voldemort placed kisses along his neck. "He likes gentleness." Harry felt his hands sweat and shake. "He likes to be cuddled, even. What a sharp contrast from earlier, is it not?""
Tom said nothing, just lying there as if he was fated to be a sex doll.
Was that was Harry was going to become? Or...a flash of arousal hit him, at the idea of Voldemort, the Dark Lord, becoming that way.
Maybe they'd all just spend eternity fucking. That'd be a great way to solve the war. Just fuck the enemy until his mind goes numb like Harry's was.
Voldemort put his mouth over Harry's, their tongue intertwining and Harry gasped for air.
"Fuck. Him." Voldemort whispered into his ear. "Make him beg. Make him scream. Don't let him have what I want."
I.
With that one singular pronoun in mind, Harry fell.
----
Voldemort watched as Harry fucked Tom. He was surprisingly agile for a boy who just had two cocks in his backside.
Voldemort watched, gripping a cock as he hummed along to the sound of Tom begging for more.
He felt like he was going insane.
Maybe he already did.
---
"Can I..." Harry gulped down his thoughts, but Voldemort simply nodded at him to continue. "I want to suck your cock, please."
He swore under his breath at how polite he came out. He should be more dominant, in this kind of situation, right? He literally had a cock stuffed up the ass of his most hated enemy.
Tom looked at him with amusement.
"Cocks." Tom drawled, correcting him. Harry giggled, madly, at the sight of a red-faced Tom Riddle looking at his own future self's cocks. "Actually, maybe both of us could have that privilege, please."
Tom didn't beg.
It was sarcasm, mocking Harry.
But Voldemort obliged, and they got to work.
---
Something in him screamed out that this wasn't how things were supposed to go. That Harry should've been dead by now.
The influence of his younger self had been getting to him for months now, and now it was like nothing mattered more than Harry James Potter.
Was it just because of the Hocrux, or was the younger Tom Riddle so lust-driven and desperate for love that it didn't matter who he fucked?
No.
It was because it was Harry.
The object of his vexations.
Hate and love were two sides of the same coin.
The ecstasy felt like it lasted forever. He could grow addicted to this, but that would be something a weaker man would do.
---
"Should we uh." Harry said, lying down naked on the bed.
It went on for longer than he expected, and Harry was exhausted.
Voldemort was wiping himself up with a silken towel. He looked over at Harry and Tom.
Tom was hugging Harry to his chest.
"Y'know, talk about it?" Harry cringed as the words came out of his mouth. "Actually. Y'know what. Nevermind."
"Harry Potter."
"Yeeees?"
Voldemort closed his eyes, counting to ten. "Potter, get the fuck out of my room and leave the locket behind before I kill you, and everyone you love."
"...Yeah, yeah that sounds about right."