Voyeur
By Passo
Voyeur
By Passo
He stared at him as he lay on his bed, sleeping. His black hair, streaked with gray, contrasted with the white of the sheets, tickling his bare skin.
His Lord, his lover, his protector.
The eyelashes fluttered softly, then opened.
“You’re awake,” Lord Voldemort whispered. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Apparently, not long enough. Just a minute.” A slow smile curved up Harry’s lips. “You always know when I’m watching.”
“I have to be aware to stay alive.”
The smile disappeared. “I don’t like it when you speak that way. I always feel like you’re leaving me.”
Voldemort raised his arm and touched Harry’s face. He let his finger run across the surface of his smooth, young skin—flushed with sleep and…
“Do you love me, Harry?” The crimson eyes deepened as he asked.
“You know I do.” He lay against his chest softly. “You must feel it.”
“I do. It’s just that, sometimes, I forget about the world outside. It’s always a shock when I have to remember.” He caressed Harry’s back. “I don’t want them to destroy what we have.”
“They won’t. It will be over soon.”
Harry raised his head and smiled.
“My Lord—”
“I said you could call me Tom.”
“Tom… I love your eyes.”
He grinned and nuzzled his cheek. “Was that all you were going to say? You’re getting cheesier everyday.”
“Well, originally, I was going to remind you how your collusion with Professor Dumbledore helped us meet more often. But I got distracted.”
“Hmmm… You exaggerate. Besides, that meeting was your idea.” His eyelids lowered sleepily, but his lips twitched just a little, and Harry sensed, rather than saw, the smile he tried to hide.
“Good night, Tom.” The green eyes shut, black in the darkness.
“I love you, Harry.”
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