Title: You are Mine.

Crimsonrose18

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. He's Tom Riddles of course!

Hands cupped his face, sweaty and clammy from the work out they just finished, the sheet under him stuck to him sweaty form as he tried to push the now exhausted much larger body off of his own. The hands slide down to his neck and griped tightly controlling, He was not pleased with Harry fighting. It had already happen. It was a wonder that the boy still fought him after they were finished.

"Enough," The voice above him hissed.

Green eyes shot up and met red ones. The man leaned down and bites the boy's top lip drawing blood. "You are mine." He growled.

Harry kissed back desperate to turn the pain into anything but what it was now and the man let him. This was the way it was for them. The way it would always be.

Green eyes blinked open, Harry Potter groaned as he turned over and rolled out of bed heading straight for the shower. The Dark Lord was nowhere in sight.

Harry turned the water to hot and stepped under letting the water turn his skin red as punishment for yet another night of not being able to say "no". He knew that there were still wizards and witches out in the world waiting for him to escape and save them but the truth of it was he didn't want to escape. Not anymore.

He closed his eyes and rested his head against the cold wet surface of the shower wall. It wasn't his choice at first being with the Dark Lord but as it went on he couldn't—wouldn't stop. He felt wrath something, even loved. This was stupid in its self because the Dark Lord loved no one. He probably wouldn't even care if Harry were to be killed today or tomorrow.

But it didn't stop Harry from falling in love and wishing that the man would love him not just uses him. Harry turned off the water and stood dripping dry for a while. He lost track of how long he stood looking at the wall trying to figure out what he was going to do. In reality he should go to Snape and have him make a potion to kill it. But he couldn't. He already loved it and was far too afraid to tell the Dark Lord the news.

The door to the shower was thrown open and the man stood glaring in. "Get out Potter you are scarring my house elves!" He hissed clearly not pleased with the fact he had to stop whatever he was doing to come back to his room and pull his lover out of the shower. He waved his wand and Harry was dry but a fluffy towel was still wrapped around him as the Dark Lord pulled him from the Shower.

He was marched into their room where Snape and Malfoy senor waited. A tray of breakfast was waiting on the bed under a warming charm. The smell hit Harry so fast that he dropped the towel to cover his mouth leaving all in the room time enough to admire his nude form as he turned and raced back into the bathroom where he threw up in the toilet.

Voldemort glared at the two men silently reminding them to keep their eyes away from what was his as he followed the boy back into the bathroom. Snape called an house elf to take away the boy breakfast and then glanced at his longtime friend. The blond seemed to be still putting his eyes back into his head. That must have been his first time see Potter in such a state.

"You shouldn't be surprise," Snape told his friend. Staring back at the bathroom doorway.

Lucius looked at his dark haired company, "I never known…" He coughed clearing his throat. "No matter." He brushed off this new detail. "It just explains quit a lot."

Snape smirked. That display did explain a lot. It was a wonder the Dark Lord allowed the boy to even walk around the manner with so many man looking for a good lay. The boy was already eye candy, if he showed a ounce of skin around the manner it would be like he was scream "rape me". But from what they both knew he had a uniform assigned to him from the Dark Lord. Every ounce of his skin was covered except for his face, though the Dark Lord had been asking about whether he should make Potter wear a mask.

Harry rested his head again the cold marble surface. "I'm sorry" He whispered brokenly. Tears slipped down his face and he felt like kicking himself for showing weakness he really needed to figure out what he was going to do about this.

A warm hand felt his forehead, whipping a way the sweaty hair that was sticking to it. "I'll have Severus make some anti-nauseous potions." Voldemort said loudly most likely so the two standing outside the room could hear.

Harry winced at the loudness of the voice, "Okay." He said meekly. And then a thought struck him. Maybe he could leave? Would Voldemort let him go he wonder…He looked up at the man, his lover. "If I wanted to leave would you let me?" He asked softly.

Voldemort Froze. A mask fell into place like its down so many times before and he helped Harry up off the floor. He lifted the boy into his arms and carried him into their room, the two men were gone, hopefully to make the potion Harry needed. He would curse them later if they weren't.

He sat Harry carefully on the bed. Which had been made and fresh sheets put on by the house elves. "No." He finally answered stiffly. "I would not let you go, Harry." He forcefully kissed the boy.

Harry groaned and reached up grabbing the shirt and pulling the man on top of him desperately. Tears fell more freely now and he was so confused. But at this moment none of that mattered. He just wanted to feel loved by the man he loved, so he laid back and enjoyed the feeling of be possessed.

"You are mine, Harry." Voldemort hissed, his hand sliding down his young lovers form until it stopped of the flat belle. "You and your child are both mine."

Harry gasped and looked up shocked. "How?"

Violdemort lined himself up and pushed in not bothering with preparation, leaving Harry grapping and pulling desperately at the sheet under him just like the night before. The green eyed boy gasped and moaned with each hard thrust. He lost the world around him.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Growled the Dark Lord as he took pleasure from the body under him.

"No." Harry moaned, "Not stupid." He swore. "Never that." He gasped like he couldn't get enough breath in his lungs.

The Dark Lord grinned. "Good."

And Harry passed out.

THE END.