Chapter 7: Crying
Voldemort staggered into the living room, holding a bottle of scotch in his hand. He was swaying considerably.
He saw Severus sitting on the couch in a defeated position. He stiffened when he saw the teenage dark Lord approach him.
"Hello, Sev," Voldemort lured, sexily, but his words were slurred.
Severus gulped. He saw the bottle in his master's hands and knew instantly that he was wasted. This is going to be a long night. He thought.
The brown-haired boy tripped over his own feet and landed on top of Severus who was trying his best not to look him in the eye.
Voldemort wrapped his arms around the former potion master and giggled. Yes, you heard me right, the most feared wizard in the world, the Dark Lord, actually giggled.
Snape was taken back for a minute. Voldemort must have really been drunk. This was not good.
"You know, Sev, you're looking a little… hot in all those clothes. Why don't I help you take them off?" He said suggestively, his mouth right next to the older man's ear.
He put the top of the Severus's ear into his mouth and sucked and nibbled. Snape bit his lip. He knew this was wrong but it felt so good.
When the sexy younger man started to kiss down his neck and bit down hard like he had earlier, he couldn't contain a moan that escaped his lips.
The brown-haired teen took this as encouragement and unbuttoned Severus's shirt and kissed down even further.
He stopped at his nipples and took each one into his mouth and sucked until they became hard.
The truth was, Voldemort had never done this before with anybody. Nobody had ever been good enough, so he wasn't really sure what he was doing.
He was just going by instinct, but from the other man's response, he figured he must have been doing a pretty good job.
He undid Sev's belt and yanked it off. He slowly pulled down his pants, his boxers coming off along with them, to reveal the other man's very hard dick.
He took it in his mouth and sucked hard. Severus was bucking his hips up and moaning like crazy.
Voldemort flicked his tongue over the head of his penis and then slipped his tongue under the flap of skin on the top. (A/N: Severus is not circumcised, just so you know.)
He swirled his tongue in circles and then removed his tongue from under there and licked down the rest of his shaft. He could hear Severus moaning.
"Uhh…Fuck! Ohh…Lucius!"
It was like time stopped and a slow moving train wreck was happening. Voldemort instantly sobered. He felt too many emotions at once.
He wasn't use to feeling any and now he felt so many. Hurt, anger, jealousy, sadness, pain, rage. It was overwhelming. He had to get out of there.
He just removed his mouth from the other man's cock, who, by the way, had his eyes wide with fear.
Voldemort stared at Severus for a second and saw other emotions in his eyes besides just fear. There was guilt and regret. But it didn't matter.
He couldn't take this. He ran out of there as fast as his legs would carry him. If he hadn't been so filled with emotions then he would have realized that he could just apparate out of there but he was and so he didn't.
He hated this. If this was what it was like to have feelings and a heart, then he hated it. He was better off before being heartless and cold.
He ran until he arrived at a lake and then his legs gave out, probably from not being used in so long. He fell onto his knees and stared out at the lake.
The still water taunting him. All of his emotions that were bottled up inside just flowed out. He screamed.
It was a blood-curdling scream that could probably be heard all throughout the woods he lived in. Then, he did something that he had never done before.
He cried. Tears flowed freely from his eyes and down his face, burning his cheeks. His chest felt like a rock was lodged in it and he couldn't breath.
He curled into a fetal position on the dirt ground and clutched onto his knees without moving from that position.
Back at the house, Severus sat on the couch about ready to cry as well. What they hell had he done? He was so mixed up right then. He didn't know what he wanted.
He thought he loved Lucius, but if he had, then he wouldn't have done anything with the other man and been thinking about Voldemort constantly, but then, when he did do something with his master, he had screamed out Lucius's name.
He was so confused. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why didn't he know what he wanted? He needed to think.
But first, he needed to find Voldemort. It would have possibly been better if he had thought first and then found the hurt teen, but he didn't do what was probably better.
He did what he thought he needed to do first. He acted upon his instincts and right then, they were screaming at him to find Voldemort.
What he was going to do once he found him, he had no idea. Now whether or not listening to his instincts was right, he wasn't sure, but he guessed that he would find out soon…
A/N: And so will you! Yay! Lol. Ok, so I decided to just continue from the last chapter and not redo it, because that's what all of you thought that I should do, so I am taking your advice. Thanks for the help. You finally see Voldemort's emotions like in no other fic! (At least, I think its not like any other fic, but I don't know, maybe I'm wrong…) Either way, it doesn't really matter. And I know, poor Voldy! I am so horrible. But, what did you think? Please Review! I really want to know your opinions!