[HP] Crack

He shook his head, but he still had questions to ask, carefully observing the other person's expression, hesitating to speak.

"What do you want to say?" The man noticed his strange expression.

"Uh...you look very confident," Harry rubbed his nose, "but—the strength between you, I mean, the difference is not that big, is it?"

"Missing a chance, Potter." Voldemort seemed to be interested in his messy hair, and he rubbed it casually. "Are you worried?"

"You're thinking too much." Harry snorted.

"If you had a choice, Potter... who do you prefer to stay?"

"...that's a boring question. Actually, I'm not even—"

"Shut up." He narrowed his eyes.

"You insisted on asking me." Harry shrugged and moved his arms, "Eight minutes and thirty seconds have passed long ago, and you neither gave me the wand nor killed me."

"But I could kill you anytime, Potter."

"I know. But I don't understand why. You want me to stay and threaten the Order? Or—"

"You don't need to know yet."

Harry glanced at him and said tentatively, "If you're going to make me do something—something I can't stand, I'm not going to die."

"What is something you can't stand?" The man raised his eyebrows.

"I will not betray the Order of the Phoenix, and I will not help you do anything against principles. Even if you torture me, or kill me, I will not submit." Harry said quickly, tongue tied a little.

Voldemort looked at him for a while, then suddenly showed a strange smile: "I think I know what you like to do."

Harry froze for a second, blushed instantly, and hit Voldemort's chest with his shoulder in annoyance.The latter let go of him instantly, and immediately grabbed his arm again.

"Untie me," said Harry, looking back at Ron, but it was too dark for him to see. "And Ron. You know we can't escape."

"I think you're still thinking about going to sleep."

"Nonsense, you don't even look at what time it is." Harry said angrily, his face blushed again as he thought of something, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not thinking about those things."

"In my opinion, there is a logical error in this sentence." The man pointed out gently.

"Can you stop talking?"

"Potter, you can't sleep right now, can you?"

The ropes binding his arms were loose, but Harry didn't seem to notice, staring blankly at Voldemort.He swallowed, the cold wind was blowing on his back, but his limbs were numb and itchy as if a hot current surged up, and every movement was electrified.

"No, I'm...very sleepy. Don't talk to me." He said vaguely, but he couldn't move his feet away.

"Yes, you are very sleepy..." He took a step closer, put his palm on his waist, rubbed it lightly, and said in a low voice.Half of the boy's body softened all of a sudden, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.His voice was a little low, like fine silk... He still wanted to hear it, but he knew that he couldn't continue.

I don't know when the sound of the wind disappeared, and the snow that fell at night was also isolated. The silent winter night was like a hasty touch in an oil painting, out of sight.Voldemort easily arranged a more suitable space for rest, without even using a wand.

Well, well, if that's the case, then he's going to sleep-although he wanted to think about what they should do for a while, although the other party obviously didn't want him to sleep.

"It's unnecessary—you can't—no, Riddle! You really—"

"You should understand, Potter, sometimes you have to listen to yourself," the man teased.

"If I had to listen to myself, I should have screamed right away."

"You can call, I cast a shielding spell."

"I should—well—find a way to get rid of you, don't touch there!"

"That's your mind, not your heart, Harry."

For the first time, he felt that what Voldemort said was right, even more true than when he was trying to seduce him... Maybe this was also a deception, and he fell for it... He still had the red marks from before, and now he wants to... Add a layer.

He couldn't explain what was going on, he could only look at him, he couldn't get enough of it, there was definitely something attractive about him that captivated him... He was the one who made him comfortable all the time, he Think, what should he do, what can he do?Looking at his slightly exhaled lips, Harry remembered an idea he hadn't implemented before.He straightened his upper body, sent his lips up, and rubbed them lightly.

Voldemort faltered.Unaware of his stiffness, Harry stuck out his tongue and licked it, pushing his upper and lower lips apart.

He is still a bit experienced and knows how to kiss, maybe not very clever, but he should be much better than the other party.He sucked carefully and nibbled tenderly, treating the cruel Dark Lord like the girls he'd ever liked.The man seemed to have regained his senses, the hand that was originally on his waist slid to his hip, and he clenched it tightly.

It wasn't right, he looked at the boy in front of him who was kissing him.This exceeded his expectations... what is he doing?He was kissing his enemy, an enemy full of magic, ready to kill him at any time... no, it wasn't...

Is he craving this?He knew many rituals, but none more absurd than this one... No one had the right to touch his lips, and he could kill this ungrateful boy with the flick of a finger, wand at his side.The boy's body was hot, and this temperature reminded him of the darkness and safety he felt like the amniotic fluid of a mother's womb when he was still the soul piece in his body.A madman-like longing suddenly rushed out of his heart, like a bone-eating poison contaminating his whole body.He wanted to squeeze him, to enter him, as if he had just ripped his soul... He wanted to tear his warm body to shreds, just as he had torn his past in countless nights before, leaving that shameful name.

Harry had hooked his neck, and was clung to him.Voldemort's cold skin was unexpectedly soft and soft. He took a deep breath, his mind was occupied by desire, and he felt guilty again.

How can he do this?he asked himself.But he still wants to do more, he wants him to touch him again, especially his chest, he even wants to let go of his restraint and touch himself - but this is too much, he himself feels unbearable.

"Riddle..." He couldn't help calling him, touching his thin lips.This call woke him up completely, and the hand that was hugging Harry intimately withdrew at once. The man pushed his hand away forcefully, looked at him coldly, and pulled the corners of his mouth.

Harry was pushed and staggered, and he didn't recover for a moment.There was still a strange temperature on his fingers and lips, he stared blankly at him, the winter night drifting away seemed to come back again, the man's icy breath mixed with snowflakes sprayed his head and face.

"Look at yourself, Potter, maybe I need to get you a mirror." After a few seconds, Voldemort said, with a smile that made Harry uncomfortable, "You can become So, is it?"

Harry's hand pressing the ground began to ache. He panted slightly, touched the corner of his mouth, and a basin of cold water cooled him thoroughly.He wanted to jump into the lake and wash his whole body to completely eliminate that person's breath.

"Your way is really stupid," he said in a stiff voice, gradually clenching his fingers, "You think saying this can hurt me, make me feel ashamed, and be defeated by you?"

"There's no more contract, Potter," said Voldemort softly. "I'm not coercing you."

"Yeah, you didn't force me, I fucking voluntarily, okay? I listened to your persuasion and took off my clothes. I'm so stupid, aren't I?" I took a piece, blowing the cold wind, "I should thank you, Tom Riddle. Did I bring it up first? Did I do it first? You've tasted the sweetness yourself, turned your face and turned away from anyone, and you want to fight back?" "

"Let me be clear, Potter, who has tasted the sweetness?"

"Dare you say you don't?"

"That's your trick, Potter, don't argue!" he snapped, raising his voice.Harry bit his lip, glaring at him unwillingly.

After a while, he said dryly, "Honestly, I knew it would come. I knew it would."

He picked up the clothes from the ground, put them on for the second time today, and walked in another direction without looking back:

"Don't ask me to sleep with you in the future, it's fucking disgusting."