I'm really, honestly sorry for writing this. It was a request. I had to shower after writing it. it made me feel gross to my core. Enjoy.

Multiple people in black robes were seated around a table, but two of them stood out the most. The one with shining blonde hair. And next to him, his son, with arguably shinier hair, although shorter than his fathers. Lucius Malfoy sat staring blankly at the table as he always did, not daring to look up, until everyone stood. The meeting had ended, they were free to leave. Lucius stood, infinitely relieved, until voldemort's voice rang through the room. "Malfoy. I wish to speak to you privately." He spoke in a hoarse, terrifying hiss. Lucius's blood immediately ran cold and began to beat way faster than normal. He hoped, prayed, that voldemort was talking to him, and not his son or wife. Although he wished not to be interrogated by Voldemort, or further punished for anything he could have done, he would gladly bear it if it meant his family was safe. "Y-yes...my lord." Draco whispered, sounding horrifed. "Not you, boy. I wish to meet with Lucius." Voldemort hissed, aggravated. Lucius quietly breathed a sigh of relief, that quickly mixed with awful, dreadful fear. Voldemort already had begun to hate Lucius, after the fiasco at the ministry, and his many acts of betrayal while voldemort was believed to be dead. Lucius cast one last horrified look at his family, before sitting back down in his chair. Although many were conversing, leaving, making a great amount of noise, all was still and quiet to Lucius, who was captivated in his own horrifed mind, his thoughts swimming with possibilities. He almost didn't notice when everyone had left until voldemort spoke directly to him. "Why not come a bit closer, Lucius?" He hissed. Lucius obliged, although clearly shaking. He stood in front of his master, the two men staring into eachothers eyes for a few seconds, their skin tones looking almost equally pale. "There is...a certain service I require of you, Malfoy." Voldemort says quietly. Lucius slowly bows. "Yes, my lord." He mutters. "But before that, I must ask you a few questions about what you have been... getting up to." Lucius's entire body seems cold, stiff, almost as if he was dead already. He nods. "You need not lie. If I find that you do..." Voldemort slides his wand out from his robe pocket. "It will not end well." He threatens. Lucius nods, knowing exactly what he means. "Now... Lucius, I know very well that you are a cunning man, able to get away with most of anything. I must ask... about your situation with Narcissa." Lucius looks completely confused. "I have no idea what you mean, my lord." He replies. "Well, I find it hard to believe that you could be.. remaining faithful to her...after all these years." Lucius looks as if he's been stabbed with a sharp blade. "m-my lord, I cant understand how that would-" He stutters. Voldemort silences him. "You have no reason to lie, Malfoy. Don't make me repeat myself." Its silent for a few seconds. "No, my lord. I have not." Lucius responds, almost confidently. The truth was, he hadn't. He wasn't sleeping with multiple women, no, he wasn't sleeping with women at all. For a few months now, he had been having relations with his fellow death eater, Severus Snape. It started as a one-time thing, but they both had kept coming back for more. Voldemort laughs. "I sure hope they are one of our kind.. oh, if Bellatrix knew, she might just kill you for cheating on her beloved sister...unless.." Voldemorts eyes narrow. "No, i'm sure I would know of it already. But if not her.. than whom?" Lucius can't bare to make eye contact. He seems to be sweating. "S-severus." He stutters. It's completely silent. "My lord." Lucius adds. "Snape?" Voldemort asks. "Severus Snape?" Lucius nods stiffly, humiliated. Voldemort smirks. "Look at me, Lucius..." he mutters. Lucius slowly moves his head back to look at his master, making eye contact with him. "About that service I had asked of you..." Lucius straightens up, like a soldier about to charge into war or be reprimanded by a sergeant. "Yes, my lord." He replies, almost robotic, automatic. "You will not ask questions about what I will do to you. You will not fight, and you will make no sound. Understand?" Lucius nods, horror and confusion mixing on his face. Was he going to be tortured? Voldemort suddenly stand and grabs both Lucius's hands in his. "Good." Voldemort snarls. Lucius seems to be having a mental battle with his senses, everything telling him to recoil, but forcing himself not to move. "Get on the floor. Do as I say." Voldemort commands. Lucius casts a final horrified look at his master before laying back on the cold floor. "Good boy." Voldemort says, almost mockingly. He waves his wand and suddenly, lucius's clothes dissapear and re-appear, now folded and placed in a corner. Lucius recoils, shocked and cold. Voldemort does the same to himself, and before Lucius notices, his legs are being parted, and his lord kneels over him, his cock hard as steel. He feels Voldemort's member caress his ass and shudders, forcing himself to stay down and not move. His breathing begins to quicken and he closes his eys, leaning his head back. "Oh, are you breaking already?" Voldemort growls. "Weakling. Shaking and cowering below me. Below lord voldemort. I haven't even done anything to you. Not yet." Lucius's eyes snap open as Voldemort forces himself inside of him. Lucius bites back a moan and begins to sweat, panting pitifully. Voldemort begins to slowly snake back, before forcing himself back in. Lucius can't bite his tounge anymore. He breaths out a quiet moan. Voldemort slaps his face. "Didn't I tell you not to make noise, you pitiful rat?" Lucius nods profusely. "It w-won't happen again, my l-lord." He stutters. "Don't expect me to be so kind next time you disobey. I don't mind cursing you. It might even make this easier.." Voldemort bagins to thrust. Lucius forces his head to the side and wet tears slowly run down his face. "Open your eyes, Lucius. Look at me." Voldemort commands. Lucius obeys painfully. "That's right, look into the eyes of lord voldemort as he claims you." He hisses, begging to thrust faster. Lucius's legs twitch, pain overcoming his pleasure, his insides feeling as though they're burning. Still, he forces himself to maintain eye contact. "My lord.." he breathes. "WHAT." Voldemort snaps back. "Going to beg me to stop? Tell me how badly it hurts?" He taunts. Lucius says nothing. Voldemort leans down, their faces almost touching, his ice cold breath brushing against Lucius's ear. "How does it feel.." He whispers. Lucius racks his brain, but only one word comes to his mind. "Awful." He responds hoarsely. Voldemort leans in further. "Describe it to me." He hisses. Lucius seems almost incapable of speech. Still, he forces himself to respond, to say something, anything. "t-the pain.." He mutters, pitifully, almost beggingly. "What's wrong, Malfoy? Something got ahold of your tounge?" Voldemort laughs. "You want me to stop, don't you?" He growls. Lucius nods slowly, unsure. "Why don't you beg, then?" Voldemort mocks. Lucius begins to sob. He forces out his words. "Please.." He whispers. Voldemort snarls. "Ive seen you beg more than that. But you just don't seem to have it in you, do you? Understandable, seeing as how ive demolished you.. but it's no excuse.." he thrusts harder than ever before, causing a thick line of tears to pour from Lucius's eyes. "To be weak." "I'm sorry, my lord!" He apologizes. "Im sorry, please, stop this.." he seizes up as voldemort begins to move faster, laughing mockingly. "How badly does it hurt, Lucius?" Lucius almost shrieks. "Unbearably." He retorts, choking on tears. Voldemort laughs. "We haven't even gotten to the good part yet.. just you wait, Malfoy.." Lucius actually shrieks this time as Voldemort begins to move ever so quickly. "You sound like a bitch." Voldemort spits. This is what he was, the noble, respected Lucius Malfoy, reduced to a little bitch.. Lucius begins to cry warm, salty tears, each of them hitting the floor one right after another, almost like a tap or a sink. He's finaly been completely broken, snapped. The feeling is almost foreign to him. No matter how awful he's felt, he hasn't cried since he was a small child. In all the time he'd served under Voldemort, he hadn't imagined that one day he would be literally under him, that his lord would want to do this to him, to rape him..he had stopped respecting Voldemort a long time ago, but could never imagine he'd stoop so low. Still, no matter what he did, Lucius wouldn't dare express his dislike to voldermort's face, lest he wish to die a swift death. Their pelvises violently smash together. "Still unable to speak, Malfoy? Or have you regained your strength?" Voldemort hisses sadistically. "I-i-" Lucius stutters, not knowing what to say. "Do you still feel hurt? Do you still wish me to stop? You seem capable of begging." "Yes." Lucius responds. "You insulent little rat. Have I not told you once before? Beg. Beg for me to cease." Lucius stares into Voldemort's cold, dark eyes. "Please stop. Please...I can't...take this...anymore." He pants. "God, it feels like my insides are burning." He cries. "My lord, please, I can't do this.. i'm not sure I'll...survive..." his tears flow thicker than before, like a waterfall. "Well, you seem talkative, Malfoy. Where was all of this energy earlier? I can assure you, I won't kill you. Although, im not sure you'll be able to stand, when I'm done." Lucius's tears form a puddle on the floor, dampening his hair. Thie wasn't just a violation of his body, it was a violation of his very soul. "It's a shame this'll have to end so soon, I wish I could stay here forever.. But i'm on the verge..." And suddenly, Lucius felt a small twinge of hope, that soon this would be over, he'd be free.. "You've taken me quite well... such a good, submissive boy." Voldemort's entire body shakes as he lets out a thick load of semen. All is still. Lucius feels one last twinge of pain as Voldemort retreats, casting a charm to clean himself up, quickly slipping his robes back on. Lucius simply stays put on the floor, laying in a cold puddle of tears, sweat and drool, his own blood coating his inner thigh. Voldemort scoffs. "You may get up, Lucius." He pulls himself up by his hands and grabs his clothes, shaking violently, wet and cold. "Return to your family. Speak nothing of this to anyone, understand?" Lucius didn't need Voldemort's orders. He wasn't planning to speak of it. Ever. Still, he nods.

Note: I know you may be asking how a sane person could write this. And actually, the thing is, I'm not sane. Im Going to go bleach my eyeballs now. Hope you liked the story.