Carnivorous and lusting to track you down among the pines.
Harry watched from the shadows as his Lord walked silently deeper into the forest in which they were located. He swallowed hard. His love was beautiful, dark robes billowing about him as he sliced through the shadows, little slivers of moonlight playing along his form. Harry wanted him so bad. The kiss had not been enough for Harry and the Dark Lord had not touched him once sense then, barely even acknowledged him. Harry whimpered as his Lord pulled out his wand. The power the man had left Harry moaning and writhing. Harry wanted him so bad.
Hesitantly, quietly, slowly, Harry followed his Lord through the trees, steps cautious in not wanting to be discovered. His Lord continued to walk, his wand drawn, among the trees, always just a few feet in front of Harry. They walked together for a long time, one seemingly unaware of the other's presence. As Voldemort entered a clearing, Harry stayed behind, pacing in the deep brush along the edges. His Lord looked otherworldly in the bright light of the moon.
"Harry," Voldemort said after a long while, "come out of the trees."
Slowly, Harry's form bleed out of the shadows to stand rigid in the same light his love stood in. The light illuminated his too pale skin, washed white from too many days kept inside. His eyes glowed brightly. He bowed slowly. "Milord."
"And why, Harry did you feel the need to come follow me out he tonight?" the Dark Lord inquired.
Harry trembled at the power coming off his love in waves. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. "You've not- we've not," he stammered.
"Ah, you're worried because I've not pursued you, correct?"
Harry nodded.
"Come here."
Harry did not hesitate in following the order, immediately coming to stand in front of his love. He looked right over his Lord's shoulder, not daring to make eyes contact in his embarrassed state. A hand came to rest on his cheek; Harry leaned into the touch, trembled in his Lord's hands.
"Harry do you doubt me?"
"Never Milord," Harry whispered.
"Then trust I will come to you."
"Yes Milord."
And then Voldemort's lips were on his again, cold and demanding. Harry gave in immediately, opened his mouth and allowed himself to be dominated by his love. Harry moaned.