A/N: So, after reading some positive reviews, I couldn't get the story out of my head... so here we are with the second installment! Enjoy~~!

Summary: Draco is wondering about what had happened between him and Lord Voldemort. In his daze, he gets a bit bold and has to face consequences... will he slither out yet again?

Draco sat in his usual seat at the table wondering over the events of the previous day. Now that his mind was clear of the lust and the hazy feeling of satisfaction… he wanted to hide somewhere. What in Merlin's name was he thinking? He had manhandled the darkest wizard of all time! He had kissed the man without permission and even made love to him! Granted it was the best time he ever had… surely he was supposed to be dead at the moment? Why exactly was he sitting here and waiting for the dark lord to start dinner?

Just then the man in his thoughts glided in at a leisurely pace. Draco stood up automatically and bowed. Before the Dark Lord sat at the head their eyes briefly met and Draco paled at the coldness in them where this morning they held passion. Maybe the dark wizard had finally realized his folly and decided he wanted to kill him after all. Draco hoped not.

Voldemort glared at his elite and their families. He was feeling out of sorts that day. The day had started pleasantly enough… well if one considered he gained a lover. However, as the day went by he realized with a start what the young blond wanted from him and their conversation replayed in his mind over and over again. It occurred to him that like every other man and woman that had approached him, Malfoy brat could be only want him for the power it may afford him. It would make sense. His father was useless unless dealing with the even more useless ministry. His mother had no particular talents. And Draco… he was smart. He knew the teens grades were always at the top. He was strong, he had proved as much; a little green but strong. It was entirely possible that like any slytherin the teen was taking advantage of the situation. Well, he wouldn't let him.

Like every other evening, the meal continued in silence. Once finished, Voldemort ordered Lucius, Draco and Severus to his study. Draco followed his father and godfather with a strange feeling in his core. He felt both elated and dreaded the upcoming meeting.

"We can now take over Hogwarts. Finally. I want Severus to be named headmaster, Lucius."

"Yes, my Lord. I will put forth the motion at themeeting of the governers tomorrow."

"I want you to ensure the outcome Lucius. Do not fail me again."

"Of course my lord." Lucius replied with a barely noticeable flinch. Draco stopped a smirk from forming on his lips at his father's discomfort. He almost wished he would fail but didn't want his Lord's plans to fail.

"Severus."

"My Lord."

"You will continue to keep an eye on the order members at the school. You will ascertain who can be turned to our side. And you will ensure the students will not turn against me. I want Dark arts to be taught along with dueling. Scrap DADA."

"Yes, My Lord." Snape's face was carefully blank. Draco didn't know what the man was really thinking.

"Draco, I will entrust you to weed out the students."

"As you wish, My Lord." Draco replied with a bow.

"I have decided that the Carrows will do a good job in the new classes. You will employ them." Severus' eyes widened as much as Draco's.

"My Lord, that is not a good idea!" Draco said in a rush. He paled as three pairs of eyes turned to him. He registered shock in his godfather's face, only briefly. Red eyes narrowed and a moment later pain coursed through Draco. The teen wasn't prepared and fell to his knees but refrained from shouting. His blood rushed past his ears deafening him. It seemed to be minutes later that the curse was lifted. Draco slowly noted that Lucius and Severus were no longer in the room. He lifted his head slightly only to meet furious red eyes.

"My Lord."

"Crucio." Draco twitched and kept looking as steadily as he could into his… supposed lover's eyes. Voldemort growled and ended the curse. His magic was making things in the room shake and Draco was alarmed. Voldemort mumbled a curse and Draco found pain erupting from several places on his skin. He stared at himself and realized it was a dark torture curse that made shallow painful cuts all over one's body. His light blue robes were beginning to soak with his blood. Draco knew he had to do something and shakily crawled to Voldemort.

"My Lord… Marvolo… Please …forgive me. I… spoke out of turn." Draco grabbed one firm thigh and hugged it.

"Indeed. You think you will get away with insolence, Draco?" Draco shivered. Marvolo was angry… very angry.

"No. I didn't mean to be disrespectful. I was only concerned and blurted out my concern without thinking. I should have waited to tell you… I am deeply apologetic, My Lord."

"Very well. I will hear your… concern." It was clear to Draco that Marvolo did not believe him but he had one chance to convince the man of the folly in hiring the Carrows to teach.

"My Lord, do we not want most of the children on our side? To spill less magical blood? I have been under the tutelage of the Carrows and know that their presence will only scare most away from the dark."

"They must be taught fear, Draco." Marvolo's soft deadly voice retorted.

"Yes my Lord but the persons in questions have no control. They would crucio the kids with no thought. They are better off on the battle field. If they teach… I am afraid many would turn from you… thinking you a cruel man."

"I am a cruel man."

"Not without reason, Marvolo. They would curse anyone who would ask a simple question. They have no patience. They will not be able to teach kids only turn them to the light." The older wizard growled.

"Who else is there?" Draco smiled and shakily pulled himself up to stand before Marvolo. He stumbled a bit and was gratified when Marvolo caught him. He looked into the lovely eyes and took a deep breath.

"Lestranges. Aunt Bella is crazy but the brothers are patient. They would teach well but will not allow impudence to go unpunished. They would be fair to your future followers."

"Why must I trust you?"

"You don't have to." Draco whispered. "However, I will not betray you."

"Why?"

"Because I had nothing to live for, Marvolo. Last night, I realized I could simply live for you. Read my mind if you must. I don't care for Hogwarts, nor do I care for my so called family or much of anything really but I do care for you." Draco kissed the lipless mouth gently, trying to impress upon his lover his feelings on the matter.

Voldemot froze as the words sank in. Did that mean Draco wasn't after power? He said he cared? Could he believe it? Marvolo wanted to believe him but years of being betrayed and life in general made him wary. When Draco kissed him chastely he looked at the teen properly and saw a small smile on his lips. He noticed his hands on the brat's waist and ignored them to search the depths of his eyes. The grey eyes shone with pain but there was something else there… something he had never encountered before. That look in Draco's eyes darkened his own and he flicked his hand to divest the teen of his clothes.

Draco shivered as the cold air surrounded him. He glanced at the Dark Lord and found his glamour gone and his eyes the dark shade of a blood ruby. Draco's smile got wider and he slowly wrapped his arms around the slender neck and kissed Marvolo slowly, carefully asking for entrance. Marvolo allowed it but quickly took control of the passionate kiss. Before Draco registered the fact, he was sitting on Marvolo's desk, his legs wrapped loosely around the man.

"Your blood tastes sweet." Marvolo noted as he licked one of the many lacerations on Draco's chest.

"I didn't know you were a vampire, Marvolo." Draco laughed a little. Marvolo looked into his eyes for a moment.

"And if I was?" Draco didn't reply. Instead he stretched his neck and gently pulled Marvolo towards it. Marvolo growled a little as he latched onto the neck and bit it lightly, sucking and licking it hungrily. Draco moaned at the sensation of his hot mouth at his pulse point and held Marvolo there. Soon, Marvolo moved on to lick at all his wounds. He seemed to find it fascinating to pay attention to the cuts and Draco didn't mind much.

The moans and little noises Draco was making egged the dark lord on and he enjoyed causing those moans. He remembered the way Draco had made love to him before and wondered if he should return the humiliation. Of course he should. That was how Draco found himself writhing in pleasure under the dark Lord with the said dark lord's fingers exploring his insides and the Dark Lord thoroughly enjoying making Draco beg.

"Marvolo… please…" Draco gasped.

"Please what?" Marvolo purred right into the blond's ear, reveling in the shiver that ran down the young body.

"I want you… please… inside…" Draco panted and turned pleading eyes to his lover.

Marvolo stared at the grey eyes that had darkened with desire. He didn't think Draco really wanted him but that look couldn't be faked… could it? His body reacted violently to the panting teen and he slammed into him without further thought. His name on Draco's lips was nice to hear and Marvolo slammed into the teen again just to hear it once more. His body's instincts took over and they fell into a timeless rhythm, a smattering of kisses finding their way from one to the other. Neither was truly aware of the time past and neither cared.

Marvolo collapsed onto Draco, pinning the teen to the desk. Both were panting hard from their powerful release. Draco held him close, his arms and legs capturing Marvolo in a warm cage. Marvolo didn't move as he was quite enjoying the teen's fingers in his hair- it felt nice; he couldn't remember anyone doing that for him before and he wanted to savor it despite his misgivings about the blond.

The strange position was bound to give the two men backaches sooner or later. Marvolo grudgingly slipped out of his young lover and pulled him up into slow kiss. He stepped back and approached a door set to the side leading to his rooms. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Draco pulling on his shirt and with an irritated huff sent the clothes flying to a corner.

"What…?" Draco yelped startled.

"You don't think I am finished, do you?" Marvolo raised an eyebrow. Strangely enough his annoyed tone made the teen smile softly and he came to stand before him. Marvolo had his hands crossed but the teen pried one hand loose to kiss the knuckles.

"I had wondered."

"You can return if you want." Marvolo said casually.

"And if I don't want to return?" Draco's voice was husky and his eyes bright.

"Stay."

"Just today?" Draco asked nervously, attempting to flirt with Marvolo. He was only kissed roughly and dragged into the bedchambers of the Dark Lord.

Depending on the response there may be another few chapters :D It's fun writing about Voldemort being a bit unsure XD Please review!