Chapter 4: Falling

Lucius woke up in a darkened room and looked around curiously. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him.

He felt sharp stabs of pain sear all throughout his body. He groaned in frustration. He then realized that the chains were no longer bounding him.

He was lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. He tried to apparate out of there but he was too weak.

Severus was waiting for Voldemort to walk out of the room so he could see Lucius. He was going crazy, wondering if his lover was okay.

Finally, his master stepped out. Severus approached him, throwing caution to the wind, and demanded an answer.

"What did you do to him?" He temporarily forgot whom he was talking to.

Voldemort's eyes seemed to turn red for a second but only a second before they went back to his normal chocolate looking brown.

"Lucius had to learn his lesson for not touching things that aren't his, and I had to be the one to teach him," he said with a sadistic smile.

Severus was frozen in shock. Touch what wasn't his? What did that mean? Severus had thought that this was all about Lucius cheating on his wife, but apparently he was wrong.

Voldemort stepped around him and Severus impulsively grabbed his arm. Voldemort pushed him away.

"You fool! Don't touch me!"

Severus's mouth hung open. He hadn't meant to. He bowed. "I'm sorry, master." Voldemort merely nodded. He turned to walk away again but, this time, Severus spoke.

"Master, with all due respect. What did he touch that wasn't his?"

Voldemort just stared off for a while, deciding on whether to answer or not. He finally decided that he might as well.

"You," he simply said.

Snape opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Before he knew what was happening, Voldemort grabbed him and pulled him forward so their mouths collided.

'My master, the Dark Lord, is kissing me!' was the first thought that went through Snape's mind. He was temporarily frozen in shock before kissing him back.

He realized that Voldemort's kiss tasted like him. It was cold and sent shivers up Severus's spine, but it entranced Severus.

It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He took his chances and slowly snaked his arms around his master's neck and was happy to find that Voldemort didn't reject the action.

His arms were around Severus's waist. Severus's opened his mouth and Voldemort shoved his tongue in. Both their tongues battled for dominance.

Voldemort would never admit this, but Snape's kiss made him just melt into his arms. It was perfect. As soon as he realized this, he backed away.

He was the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord wasn't suppose to feel anything besides hate and loathing and pain. And that feeling didn't qualify as any of those.

Severus looked at him with a hurt expression on his face and Voldemort almost felt guilty but pushed that out of his mind.

He smirked his usual smirk and walked away. He was disappointed though, when Severus's didn't stop him that time.

He would never admit this to anyone, not even himself, but Voldemort was falling for Severus. And, in return, Severus's was falling for him.

When they kissed, Severus had completely forgotten about his lover since his days back as a student in Hogwarts, Lucius. But, he decided that he would never voice that to anyone.

I am so sorry that it took me so freaking long to update! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! It won't happen again, I promise! So, I'm finally getting into the Severus/Voldemort part of the story! So, what did you think? Please Review! It'll give me an even greater incentive to update sooner!