The dry air was vaguely heated by the fire in The Dark Lord had lit in the hearth. He was a pale, skinny man in long black robes and he was pacing beneath a candelabrum. His most trusted follower, Severus Snape, sat looking rather relaxed, in a high backed chair facing the fire. He was busy eyeing the mistletoe and holy branches that were engulfing the rather large candelabra, wondering if the decorations were his master's idea or wormtail's.

"What is it that you need me to do that Wormtail can't do, my Lord?" Snape muttered, shifting his gaze to his pacing master.

"Something his scrawny little frame can't handle, Severus." Voldemort answered.

"What are you thinking, sir?" Snape asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"This longing…" Voldemort said, cupping Snape's face and staring almost lovingly into his eyes.

This didn't really phase Snape, as he was used to his master touching his face and arms. The look of longing, however, made him feel a little uneasy.

"My lord, what kind of longing might I ask isn't Wormtail good enough for?" Snape said rising from his chair, and sliding away. The closeness of his mater was making him feel uneasy. Voldemort kept closing in, while staring deep into Snape's eyes. Snape backed into a dark Christmas tree with black candles and eerie looking ornaments.

Snape felt himself unwillingly relax, he stepped toward his master. Voldemort grabbed him, and started undoing his robes. They kissed passionately, and when Voldemort finally got his clothes off they were laying on the ground in front of the fire. Voldemort entered, going hard and hearing Snape moan with pleasure only made Voldemort want him more. The feeling of Snape's cold skin against his made him wild. He placed one hand on Snape's hip, and the other on his shoulder. Only moments later he felt himself go, and he pulled out. Snape stood up, and Voldemort took the goods into his mouth. Snape ran his fingers across Voldemort's bald scalp. Feeling his masters lips against his skin made his eyes roll back into head with pleasure. After a few moments, Snape pulled out and they looked in each other's eyes.

They both walked over to a small table by the fire place, and poured themselves a cup of tea.

Voldemort cupped Snape's face again, and winked at him. Snape smiled, to the best of his ability, and kissed his master. When they finished their tea, it was time for another round.

This time it was Snape's turn. He laid his master down in front of the fire, and entered. Thrusting himself into his loving master, he placed both hands on Voldemort's hips. Feeling his master's skin against his made him tingle. Hearing his master's strong intakes of breath made him want more! Moments later, which felt like no time at all to Voldemort, Snape released ad pulled out. Voldemort rolled over and flipped Snape over. They both took in the goods, and went down. After a little while Voldemort pulled off and out and stood up. Snape took him back in, and Voldemort ran his fingers through Snape's thick black hair. When Voldemort released, Snape stood back up and kissed his master.

"Thank you" Voldemort breathed, holding his loyal follower close to him.

"Anything for you, my Lord," Snape answered planting a kiss on Voldemort's cheek.

They threw their clothes back on and Snape left, Voldemort watched him walk down the path outside his home, and then vanish.

Snape arrived back at his home, and felt slightly sick. Coming back to his senses, he realized what he had done, but felt no remorse.