My name is Voldemort. I am the Dark Lord. And I am gay for a turtle named Raphael. He is an angry one, never understood by his brothers, but I understand him, oh do I understand him.
"Voldy! Where'd ya go? Come back to bed." Raphael commanded.
"Fine. But I hope you know that you're not allowed to command me like that when other people are here."
"Good thing nobody's here then. Wanna have some more sex?"
Voldemort sighed, "Haven't you had enough?"
Raphael snorted, "Its never enough when it's sex with you."
Voldemort stepped towards the bed, "Then I have one request, Ralphy."
"Uh uh uh, what are you supposed to call me?" Raphael interjected.
"Fine then, My God of Sexiness, I have one request. I get to top this time."
The God of Sexiness snorted again. "Never, now stop asking and get on my lap."
"It was worth a try."
The end
