The Dark Lord's Pet

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Thank yous: Althea, Muthru, tara, Mistress Vamp, yoblossom, Kairi Ann, Bulisen, kaeria, Furies, xangel of death sarah, inumoon3, orlin, EsScaper, Shadow fat x2, brilliantbrunette89, Arch-Nemesis, Sophie Malfoy, and Eleonora1.

Inumoon3: Perhaps you should reread that chapter, no where does it say Lucius has had a child other than Draco. Yet.

Brilliantbrunette89: You say the hint, well done.

Shadow fat: Nice to know you liked it enough to review twice :-D Believe me, I greatly dislike Harry, I have no intention of him living. This story will hopefully have a bit more amusement later on due to the little baby.

Eleonora1: I will not be giving up on my other fics, but they're all going to take ages to finish.

This is my first try at a Lord Voldemort/Lucius Malfoy slash fic, so, is it going all right so far?

Happenings in 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince' will bear some changes upon this fic, so consider this your SPOILER WARNING.

I am also giving Tom Riddle brown eyes in this fic, rather than the green I gave him in Riddle Me This, mainly because in 'Half-Blood Prince' it mentions that he has DARK eyes…so I figured brown could be dark.

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Chapter 2: The Pet's Surprise

Lord Voldemort – tall, slim, dark haired, brown eyed and handsome – stood, leaning against the doorframe of the Riddle House master bedroom; quietly watching the painfully thin blond in his bed peacefully sleep. He sighed, his eyes narrowed slightly in thought and from exhaustion; the transformation that he had undergone in the early hours of this morning had certainly drained some of his energy. It had taken many potions and complex charms to regain his old body back, but Lucius was worth it.

Riddle, you are growing soft with old age… thought the Dark Lord scoldingly; he had vowed from a young age to never let his emotions control his actions, especially an emotion or feeling that he was starting to have towards Lucius. But how could he not? Lucius was perfect in his newly brown eyes, a bit tarnished perhaps, but otherwise perfect.

That sleek blond hair, always immaculate and falling tidily over strong shoulders; the gorgeous, flawless face with the high cheekbones and glittering silvery eyes that always betrayed the man's emotions to the Dark Lord. That slim perfectly sculpted body that fit wonderfully into his arms when they slept together; the cool attitude and that sly and cunning intelligence. The blond was extremely responsive to touch as well, when they were in bed; he was not a quiet lover either, always expressing quite vocally just how much he enjoyed his Master's touch.

At least…Lord Voldemort's blond pet used to be like that, before being hauled off to Azkaban two months ago.

Voldemort was snapped out of his wistful thoughts as he heard Lucius start to stir, he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it next to the rousing blond; he ran the long fingers of one of his hands through the lank blond hair. "Good morning, my pet."

Lucius made a small contented noise; he had just awoken from the first full night's sleep that he had had since before his time in Azkaban, though this one had been potion induced. He turned onto his back and rubbed his eyes before slowly opening them; his vision was a bit blurred to start with as he saw the hazy form of a dark haired man sitting beside him. Once his vision had fully cleared up though, with a few more rubs of his eyes, his sat bolt upright and gazed wide-eyed at what or who he was seeing. "…M-my Lord?" Was he still asleep? Was this just a rather pleasant dream?

Voldemort, pleased to see the surprise on that thin face and in those now dull silvery eyes, smirked and dropped his hand from Lucius's blond hair. "You slept well, yes?"

Lucius nodded blankly and spoke almost shyly, "I am willing to believe that I am still asleep…" he let his eyes fall to the still rather pale hand that was now caressing his left thigh through the bedcovers. It actually gave him a rather fluttery feeling in his heart to see a proper, human hand touching him rather than the skeletal claw-like appendage that had touched him this time yesterday morning.

"You are very much awake, my pet. Now, I believe that there was something you wished to tell me this morning?" questioned Voldemort, not being one to waste time, after all, it had seemed urgent last night.

A blank looked passed across the blond's face briefly before he remembered he had tried to speak last night before he was given the Dreamless Sleep Potion, "Oh, yes…there was something… My…" Lucius trailed off momentarily, deciding that there was really no point in the formalities right now; though he was greatly going to enjoy being the lover of this beautiful man in front of him, there was no way he could think of him as 'Voldemort' now. The dark haired man's previous name seemed far more fitting; the blond was also willing to test his boundaries now, after regaining a bit of his former confidence. "Tom…"

Volde-Tom raised a dark eyebrow slightly at the use of his old name, his birth name, but he did not say anything, instead he indicated for Lucius to continue.

Lucius sighed and gulped audibly, he couldn't even begin to imagine how Tom would react to what he was about to say, "…I am with child…your child…" the blond immediately started to grow worried upon seeing the unreadable expression on the handsome Dark Lord's face.

After what seemed like hours to Lucius, the dark haired man finally spoke, "You are sure?"

"I would not announce something like this without being one hundred percent certain," replied Lucius with some of his old confidence in his voice. "I am about three months along…"

Tom frowned, his brown eyes narrowing slightly, "And you have only now decided to enlighten me of your condition?"

Lucius nodded, "I…I was not entirely sure before I went to the Department of Mysteries, but I thought I would get it checked out after that night and then tell you. As it happens, I never got a chance to find out from a medical professional, but I know for certain that I am pregnant."

Tom lifted his chin slightly as though he was staring down his new nose at the skinny blond before him, "Are you planning on keeping this child?"

Lucius stayed silent for a few moments, he had not actually thought about this properly; before he went to Azkaban he had thought that maybe Voldemort would make his decision for him. He knew he would do anything that the Dark Lord asked of him, whether he wanted to or not; but now that he was being put on the spot like this, by Tom rather than Voldemort it was a different matter, but he quickly made up his mind. "Yes, I am… As much as I hate my son, I have always wondered whether I would have the chance to start over, and have another shot at raising a child…whether with someone or on my own."

"Explain to me, how is it that such a young foetus can survive Azkaban and starvation?"

Lucius ran a hand through his long, dirty hair, averting his eyes from the intense gaze he was getting, "I don't know…but my baby did survive…and I hope it continues to."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

Lucius kept his head bowed but he glanced back up at the dark haired man and spoke his mind, knowing full well that he could easily be killed for it, "You are not exactly the paternal type, are you? You killed your own father and grandparents, I do not expect you to be much different concerning your own flesh and blood."

Tom's manner grew considerably darker now, as he leaned forward placing his hands either side of Lucius's legs; his face now barely an inch in front of the blond's as he hissed out his reply. "If you think that you are going to be getting any special treatment now that you are pregnant, Lucius, then you are sadly mistaken. If you continue to speak to me in such a manner, then I will spare no expense in doing away with your brat and you, are we clear?"

Lucius held the dark gaze; he felt the need to hit the Dark Lord and cry, but he knew that would only get him or his baby hurt and he really did not want that, "Crystal clear."

With his brown eyes narrowed nearly into slits, Tom spoke again, "We will discuss this again later. Make yourself more presentable, a meeting will be called very soon," with that said, Tom got to his feet and swept out of the bedroom, his robes billowing out behind him.

Lucius stayed sitting in the bed, the covers around his waist, he gazed through the open doorway after Tom had left. Now what was going to happen? He would have to tread lightly around the Dark Lord now, for fear of getting himself or his baby injured.

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Lucius went slowly about showering himself and trying to make himself feel a little more human than he had been. After he had rubbed some of his hair dry with a towel and wrapped another around his waist, the blond left the ensuite bathroom. As he trudged passed a full-length mirror in the bedroom he stopped in his tracks and gazed miserably at what he saw – he looked truly terrible. He was thinner than he would like, his collarbone was jutting out – he hated seeing himself like this. The blond turned to the side and gazed himself again, he could see his shoulder blades were sticking out a little now; his eyes then travelled down to the stomach reflected in the mirror.

Seeing the small bump there only made him hate what Azkaban had done to him even more. He knew that his baby could die if he didn't sort himself out soon. But did he really want to keep this child now that he knew how Vol-Tom felt about it?

Yes.

The blond had always known that there was a chance that his lover would not care if he were pregnant or not.

The Dark Lord was out for himself and no one else, and Lucius knew that all too well. But he could still wish though, couldn't he?

Tearing his gaze away from his emaciated reflection Lucius sighed and miserably went about finding clothes and getting dressed, completely ignorant of the dark haired man watching him from the wide-open doorway.

Finally, the blond pulled on his black Death Eater robes not bothering to pull the hood on and he stepped back in front of the mirror to survey himself. The black of the robes completely washed him out, his skin was so pale in contrast, not that it hadn't always been very pale, but now it seemed even more so. As he gazed in distaste at his own reflection he saw the reflection of Tom Riddle appear behind him in the mirror; he held the brown eyed gaze in the mirror for a few moments before averting his eyes and speaking, "My Lord."

Tom entered the bedroom, his eyes glued to Lucius's reflected downcast eyes, and went over up behind the blond man, and he placed his hands on the tense, thin shoulders before him and continued gazing at the lowered silvery eyes. "My pet… Look at me, Lucius."

Lucius reluctantly lifted his eyes back up so he could see the raven-haired man standing behind him; a man who looked remarkably good for someone who is supposedly around seventy years of age now. In his best effort to sound confident and composed, he spoke, "What are your plans for me now, my Lord?" he watched as the hands on his shoulders moved down his arms and he felt them grip just above his elbows.

Tom leaned in close, his lips just ghosting over the outer shell of Lucius's left ear sending a pleasant chill through the blond's body. "I have many plans, Lucius, but for now, I would like for you to have lunch with me," he smirked in amusement at the highly confused look on the blond's pale features. "Is it so hard to believe that I would like some company over a meal?"

Lucius bit his bottom lip; "It is when present company is carrying your child and refusing to get rid of it."

Tom brushed his lips against the bit of skin just behind Lucius's ear, a slightly clouded look in his eyes, "Yes, well, I thought perhaps we could discuss that over our meal."

"I thought you wanted a meeting very soon?"

"Do you want to eat or not?"

Lucius lowered his gaze sheepishly, "Sorry…"

"No matter," Tom moved his hands again, this time he reached for Lucius's hair and after gathering all the loose strands together, he tied the hair back loosely with a black ribbon that to Lucius seemed to have come out of nowhere. "Come. We have much to discuss."

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The thin and pregnant blond soon found himself seated at the table to the right of the Dark Lord in the vast dining room of the Riddle House. A tasty lunch was already on the table and Lucius could only assume that Tom had acquired a house-elf or two since they had last dined together. He gazed blankly at the food infront of him; he wasn't sure he wanted to eat any of it right now, in fact, the smells of the cooked food were starting to turn his stomach a bit.

Tom gazed out the corners of his eyes at the blond as he helped himself to some food, "I think perhaps you should eat something, don't you?"

Lucius wrinkled his nose a little and folded his arms over his small baby bump, "I do not think I can stomach any food at the moment."

Tom took a sip from his goblet of fine red wine before speaking again, "I may not be all together too happy about your condition, Lucius, but if I have to, I will force this food down your throat to keep you and the child alive."

Lucius raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is that a bit of concern I sense, my Lord?"

Tom gave a half-hearted glare, "Do not push your luck."

Lucius huffed a sigh and reached for a bread roll before he slumped back in his ornate chair and started to slowly tear pieces of the roll off and eat them. "You said we have 'much to discuss'."

"And we do," replied Tom casually. "Your pregnancy, for instance; the task I have set your incompetent son this coming year of school, and whether or not you wish to continue in my service."

Lucius turned his head towards Tom so quickly that his neck gave a loud crack, rubbing his neck and wincing, the blond spoke, "Why would I not wish to continue in your service?"

"You are with child-"

"That doesn't mean that I don't wish to serve you!"

"Lucius, do control yourself," replied Tom smoothly, managing to sound as if he wasn't speaking with an irate pregnant Death Eater. "I merely thought that while you are pregnant, at least, you would rather not actively take part in any missions that I set in case you and your baby come to harm."

Lucius finished his bread roll and sighed, "Fine… Is there not anything else I can do?"

"Not at the moment," Tom paused for a moment and took another drink of his wine. "But if you stick around, I am sure that I could find you something productive to do."

Lucius frowned, "You say that like you think I'm leaving," Tom raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not going anywhere, this is your baby as much as it is mine."

Tom leaned back in his own chair and rested his hands on the arms, raising his eyebrows slightly, "I see we are getting over our ordeal in prison?"

Lucius flinched slightly at the mention of his time in Azkaban; "I would rather you fed me to Nagini than discuss Azkaban with me."

"Do not tempt me, Lucius."

Ignoring that comment, Lucius spoke again, "Speaking of feeding Nagini…where is Wormtail?"

"Why you are curious, I do not care to know," replied the Dark Lord. "But I sent him to serve Severus for a while, I found him to be quite a nuisance."

Lucius snorted quietly, "I could have told you that years ago," he gave the unimpressed dark haired man a sly look before continuing. "What orders have you given my son?"

Tom glanced up at the grandfather clock against the wall at the far end of the dining room, "Time is getting on, we will discuss that later," he got to his feet. "Come. I need your arm."

Lucius grimaced at the thought, it was painful enough having the Dark Mark burn, but when the Dark Lord deliberately touched it to call his Death Eaters to him it was like dozens of red hot knives were being stabbed into his arm. But obediently, the blond got to his feet and followed his Master to the drawing room of the old house and held out his left arm. He just hoped that the amount of pain he was about to suffer would not cause any harm to his baby.

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A/N: I updated! Aren't you proud, Jadwiga?

Next Chapter: One month later.