Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. You can thank Jo for them!

AN: Umm… I'm not particularly fond of this pairing… the story just seemed to pop into my head at around 3 am. o.0 I was on a sugar high. Comments/suggestions are appreciated.

Poison

By Rain

Previously: But what would Peter do? Would he, should he, do what his Lord say, and make love to him? Or should he try to reason with his Master that he had eaten something rather poisonous, and make the healers from St. Mungo's take care of him?

"B-but my lord… I…" Peter stuttered. He was sweating profusely and on the verge of tears. If he told his lord that he wouldn't make… if he didn't have… if he didn't do that with him, then he might end up dead. But if he did give and do… that with him, and his lord really was under some sort of drug, then he would be dead. Choices, choices…

"Peter, please, I'm burning up. I need you. I want you!" Voldemort was so close to poor Peter that Peter could feel his lord breathe on him.

"M-my lord… I think… I think we should take this… slower. D-don't you?" Peter was gambling for time. He needed to think; which was slightly hard for him and took him a while, so he would need his space.

"Oh, Peter, have I scared you?" Voldemort smirked a little. "Are you afraid of me, Peter? Or should I say… Wormtai?." As he said Peter's nickname, he poked at a rather sensitive spot, around Peter's 'package'.

Peter blushed and tried to back up, but Voldemort quickly held him in place, by putting his arm around his waist, pulling him even closer then before. Voldemort smirked his ugly smirk, and pushed his hand lower and lower, then pinched.

Peter's eyes grew wide and his blush darkened, making Voldemort laugh a small, high-pitched, icy laugh.

"T-tom…" Peter tried again to stall. "I… I think we should t-take this slower. How about a… a…" The small-brained man couldn't think of a plausible excuse. If only his lord would take a step away, or at least stop smirking at him like that. It gave him an odd feeling in his loins.

"Peter, I'm getting tired of your excuses. I'm going to make you pay for them, and for the time you've wasted, when we could have been shagging." Now, Tom Riddle pushed the terrified man onto a couch, near the fireplace. Peter was so shocked by this, he didn't make a move. Tom straddled his waist, and Peter felt something poking at him.

Tears of fear flowed into Peter's eyes. He knew what that poking was, and it seemed so did Tom.

"Oh, Peter, have I frightened you? Let me make it all better." Tom smiled a hungry smile, then bent lower and kissed Peter on the mouth, his tongue asking for entrance. Peter was so shocked, he didn't respond, but nor did he try and stop it. Tom's tongue quickly pushed inside of Peter's mouth, and started stroking Peter's own tongue.

Peter found his own groin growing hard with excitement. Voldemort noticed, too, and reached his hand down and started rubbing it. Peter groaned, not caring if he would be in trouble with his lord, if it turned out that something was wrong with him. How long had it been since he had bought that stripper? That was the only time he had ever had pleasure like this, and even if it was with another man, he was grateful for it.

Voldemort pulled his hand away from Peter's groin and lifted his mouth from the animagus as well. Not being able to take the teasing anymore, Voldemort quickly undid his robes, and pulled them off. Then, just as fast, he pulled Peter's robes off as well. Then, staring down at his prey, a large smile crept onto his face.

"Peter, you're in for the time of your life."