Thank you to frecleface (aka the Queen ;-)) and nacpla for the reviews so far! And to everyone else who has followed and favourite-d, it means a lot!

Anyway, this drabble is set a few months after the first one and has sexual themes, so I guess it's rated at quite a high T? Probably T/M actually, so you've been warned y'all! Not that I think any of you mind xD

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Someone really could've given Voldemort a heads-up on the whole baby thing.

He wasn't sure if it was something he was doing wrong, or if Quirrell and he had just adopted a really grumpy kid, but Wang Mu had been shrieking for most of the night and now morning. Quirrell had left for work around three hours ago, apologising profusely for abandoning Voldemort with their crying child, but he was so clearly relieved as he dashed out of the door. Prick.

Voldemort groaned, exhausted beyond belief as he rocked Wang Mu in his arms, sitting on the couch. He'd been up most of the night with her, as Quirrell had seemingly been fast asleep – on reflection, he'd probably been faking it so he wouldn't have to get up at 3:00am – but Voldemort had been willing enough to see to her. After all, Quirrell had to go to work; he didn't.

"Look, what's the matter?" Voldemort stroked what there was of Wang Mu's soft, fluffy black hair. "You're not hungry, 'cause you keep trying to knock away your bottle. You don't need changing. And if you were tired, couldn't you just fall asleep already?"

Wang Mu sniffled, looking up at him with her dark, watering eyes. Her tiny hand reached out to touch Voldemort's t-shirt and he smiled back at her.

"There, that's it, kid. Quieten down a little, it'll do both of us the world of good. Hey, are you missing your Daddy? Is that it? Yeah, me too. He'd help us out, wouldn't he? But he's at work, teaching muggles useless things, like the history of some Queen or whatever. You won't need to worry about learning any of that when you're older, because you'll be going to Hogwarts, the best school for magic in the world. Yep, you're a witch, and Daddy and I are wizards." His voice lowered as he gently began rocking her again. "I used to be the worst wizard of all time, y'know. I was a horrible person, and I hope you never have to hear about the things I did. Your Daddy suffered because of me, but he's the reason I'm here right now, holding you. We love each other, and now we have you, and we love you very much too."

Wang Mu blinked up at him, as if waiting for him to continue.

"I'm not usually so sentimental, just a warning. But hey, we're alone, and I don't think I'll have a better opportunity to tell you all of this, seeing as you'll no doubt be embarrassed to hear this stuff when you're older. The thing is, because I was such a horrible wizard, your Daddy and I realised it wouldn't be safe for us to live in the actual wizarding world. So we're living in muggle territory right now and have been for a good few years. Don't worry, though; Daddy can take you with him to see places like Diagon Alley, because he's a free man and no one can take that away from him. Even if people are afraid of him because of me, they can't ban him from the wizarding world. Anyway, who in their right minds would be afraid of your Daddy? He's such a lovely person, isn't he?"

Wang Mu gurgled, seemingly in agreement and for a moment they sat there in contented silence. It lasted for a while, until she began to sniffle again and Voldemort hastily stood up.

"Do you want me to keep talking? I can't do it forever, but if it'll keep you quiet…No, alright, maybe you're just tired. Ok, I'll take you upstairs. Can you try and sleep? Please? For me?"

Wang Mu looked at him, in a way to show she was making no promises as he carried her up the stairs. He was so tired at this point that he was willing to curl up next to her cot and sleep on the ground, but he managed to stay on his feet as he placed her in the cot. All seemed to be going well, and she was soon asleep. Consequently, Voldemort forced himself to stagger downstairs and collapse on the sofa, the baby monitor next to him just in case as he allowed his eyelids to flutter.

Ugh. He was tired, and missing Quirrell, and he could feel a headache coming on. He considered phoning his boyfriend to get him to come home, but realised how pathetic and stupid that idea was and crushed it instantly. He managed to nap for about ten minutes or so, only to groggily be awakened by yet more crying as he leant back into the couch in defeat.

XxX

"Thank wizard GOD you're home. She won't stop crying. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Dude, you gotta help me!"

Quirrell had barely got in the front door, back from a long day at work, when Voldemort practically pounced on him in a panic. He frowned, taking off his coat and hanging it up on the nearby stand. "Hey, calm down! I'm here now. Give her to me." He held out his arms to take the shrieking baby from Voldemort and hastily began rocking her.

"I've fed her, changed her, tried to put her down to sleep, and she still – won't - stop!"

"Voldemort, calm DOWN! Your agitation isn't gonna help, is it? Go and make us some tea and wait in the living room. I'll try and get her to settle down."

"You'll need a damn miracle." Voldemort groaned, massaging his temples. "Maybe it's my face. Maybe that's what her deal is."

"Don't be stupid. Hey, Wang, ssh, ssh..." He gently cradled her as he began to walk and her sobs slowly subsided. "That's it...c'mon, let's get you to bed." He proceeded to walk up the stairs, carefully placing her in her cot and setting up the baby monitor. He made sure she was comfy, before kissing her head as she looked up at him and smiled.

"Don't smile, missy. Sounds like you've been terrorising your poor Papa all day." He teased, gently holding onto one of her impossibly tiny hands. "He's trying, sweetie. We both are. We're just new to this whole parenting thing."

Wang Mu blinked at him and gurgled in understanding.

"The stress is just getting to him a bit. The thing with your Papa is that he doesn't have a good grasp at keeping calm. It'll take time before he stops panicking at every little thing concerning you. Reckon you can hang on in there? Good. You really are the best girl in the universe."

Wang Mu's eyes began to droop and soon she was fast asleep. Quirrell smiled affectionately, blowing her a kiss before he left the room.

"Dude?" He called softly as he walked down the stairs. "She's asleep."

Voldemort was collapsed on the sofa, sprawled out, and on closer inspection, Quirrell saw dark circles under his eyes as he sat beside him. "Voldemort? You look exhausted."

"I am." He mumbled back. 'How do you do it, Squirrel?"

"Do what?" Quirrell asked, moving closer and gently stroking his slicked back hair.

"Stay so...in control? You've been at work all day and you're still so perfect with her. Don't you find it tiring or stressful?"

Quirrell frowned at him. "Hey...Just because you're finding it tough doesn't mean you're not doing a good job. Of course I find it stressful, all parents do. I'm not some sort of superhero, y'know." He massaged Voldemort's scalp, moving in nearer to kiss his forehead. "You're looking after her all day, you're bound to be tired."

"I just didn't expect it to be so difficult." He admitted sleepily, shifting his head so that it rested on Quirrell's lap.

"I don't think any parent does." Quirrell said. "I think you'd better go for a lie down. Come on, let's get you to bed. A couple of hours will do you good."

"But I've waited all day to see you..." Voldemort yawned. "I'm fine, I just need some caffeine. How often have we had the chance to sit and talk in peace?"

"That's true," Quirrell smiled sweetly as Voldemort raised his head to press his lips gently against his partner's, nuzzling his face in his neck. Quirrell put his hand on the back of Voldemort's head, exhaling deeply. "Voldy, you're doing great."

"I hope so, 'cause the two of you are stuck with me." Voldemort lifted his head from where it had been buried against Quirrell's neck and smirked, kissing him deeply. Quirrell moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Voldemort's body, pulling him in closer. He had a feeling they weren't going to be sitting and talking about how their day had gone. Knowing that the two of them needed this, Quirrell bit down on Voldemort's lip and wrapped his legs around his partner's waist.

"Good." He panted back as their kisses became more and more urgent. "Oh jeez, ah..." He moaned as Voldemort clawed his nails into his back and bucked his hips against Quirrell's. "Shirt, my shirt, take it off."

Voldemort practically growled into the kiss, hastily beginning to unbutton Quirrell's shirt, tossing it aside and trailing his hands up and down his chest as their tongues continued to clash. Quirrell reached up to pull his lover's t-shirt over his head, Voldemort reluctantly parting from their kissing to allow him to do so.

"Looks like you've woken up." Quirrell teased, revelling in the sight of Voldemort's toned and beautiful body as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

"You better believe it," Voldemort smirked back, pushing Quirrell back so he was lying on top of him. They both inhaled sharply when they felt each other's erections and suddenly their moves got more urgent. "I'm gonna fuck you," Voldemort managed to say in between his pants, rubbing his erection against Quirrell's, resulting in a startled gasp. "I swear to Wizard God, when I'm finished with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

Quirrell moaned, his entire body shivering as he submitted himself entirely to Voldemort's touch. "Do it," He practically begged, "holy shit, please..."

Voldemort kissed him even more passionately at hearing those words as he tugged down Quirrell's jeans, rubbing his hand against the obvious bulge in his wizard-shorts. Quirrell squirmed and groaned, his eyes half closed in his lust and Voldemort began to reach inside to grab his partner's arousal –

"Waaah!"

The two of them jolted in surprise as the sudden sound of crying emitted from the baby monitor.

"Shit," Voldemort whined, his head dropping in defeat. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Quirrell scrambled up as Voldemort moved from his position on top of him, looking a mixture of bewildered and disorientated, his libido shot to zero. "Pass me my shirt, will you?"

Voldemort moodily reached down to swipe it from the ground as Quirrell pulled his jeans back up.

"Later, hon, I promise." Quirrell kissed him hastily, slipping his shirt back on. "I'll see to her. Don't look like that, she can't help crying!"

"I know, sheesh!" Voldemort raised his hands in surrender, '"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and calm myself down..."

Quirrell chuckled as he buttoned his shirt, moving towards the stairs. "There won't be any need for that, dude. I'll see you in bed where we'll finish what we started."

Voldemort looked up at him. "Really?"

"I'm not going to leave you hanging!' Quirrell snorted, "What kind of dick would that make me? No pun intended."

Voldemort grinned to himself as Quirrell hurried up the rest of the stairs. Bless him, he was a keeper. Not that he didn't know that already, of course, but his boyfriend was absolute perfection.

Voldemort stood up a little stiffly, still pretty turned on as he decided to get ready for Quirrell in their room. As he walked upstairs he could hear Quirrell gently soothing and talking to Wang Mu and he smiled to himself, especially when Quirrell began to softly sing to her. Wizard God, he had such a beautiful voice. Voldemort felt shivers down his spine as he listened for a bit, then proceeded to their room, turning the lights out. He waited in the dark until he heard footsteps approaching and Quirrell began to speak as he opened the door.

"Ok, this time she's fast asleep and - Oomph!"

Voldemort had leapt at him, kissing every inch of his face as he tugged him towards the bed.

"Whoa, Voldy, ok!" Quirrell managed to gasp as he was pushed back onto the bed. "Are we doing this in the dark?"

"Mhm." Voldemort responded in affirmative, raking his hands through Quirrell's thick hair as he kissed him deeply.

"Why?" Quirrell panted when they parted, sounding a bit sad, "I like seeing you..."

"You'll see why in approximately three minutes." Voldemort purred seductively, before pointing at the door with his wand and murmuring, "Muffiato!"

Quirrell began to shake in anticipation as he felt Voldemort turn back to him and kiss him again.

"You see, my perfect little squirrel, you're gonna blush a LOT." Voldemort continued, "And I wouldn't want you to feel embarrassed around me, right?"

"I – I…um –"

"What was that?" Quirrell could hear the smirk in Voldemort's voice, and he moaned as he began sucking on his neck.

"No! No, I don't want to feel embarrassed!" He managed to gasp out, feeling Voldemort's hands rove up and down his body.

"Yeah, didn't think so." Voldemort chuckled, making Quirrell shiver even more. "'Cause, believe me, I've been waiting on this for months now."

"I know - I'm sorry – Wizard God." Quirrell broke off, as his jeans were thrown into the corner of the room and they kissed again.

Everything seemed to pass by in a blissful – albeit a little painful - blur and after around half an hour they both had collapsed in their bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Wow," Quirrell eventually imagined to say through his panting. "Dude."

"I know." Voldemort rolled over onto his side as Quirrell did the same, so they were now facing each other. "Holy shit, you're good. Are you sore?"

"Extremely." Quirrell breathed back heavily, "But it was all worth it. I just don't know how I'm gonna get up in the morning – or middle of the night if Wang starts crying again. Thank Wizard God for the 'muffiato' spell."

"Tell me about it." Voldemort replied, "She'd have thought you were getting murdered, the way you screamed."

Quirrell glowered at him. "You weren't exactly quiet either, you know."

Voldemort smirked back, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. "We waited way too long to do this."

"We need more hours in a day." Quirrell said, now sounding very sleepy as his eyelids began to close.

"Yeah." Voldemort replied softly as Quirrell began to drift off. "Hey, Quirrell…"

"Mhm?" He lazily opened one eye. "What is it?"

"Nothing, really." Voldemort closed his eyes, ready for some much-needed sleep. "I just love you, man."

Quirrell smiled tiredly and yawned before replying, "Yeah? I love you too."