A/N: This fic is turning out to be multi-chapter...Wonder how it happened?! Marvolo is a bit... confused at this point... I think o.O Poor Draco...

Marvolo stared at the front lawn. One would expect the Dark Lord's lawn to be barren and perhaps sporting heads on spikes but shockingly it was an expanse of beautiful green, littered with various colors- albeit darker colors like burgundy, purple, dark blues and so on. The only bright color would have to be the white wildflowers that simply will not leave. It was a pleasant place and it was a scene that Marvolo liked to watch as he thought.

His thoughts today were not on future plans or raids or even the blasted order or the boy who made his life miserable. No, today Marvolo had a conundrum to solve… one named Draco Malfoy. He didn't rightly know what it was about that boy. He had been itching to take the blond ever since he had returned but he didn't need to be labeled a pedophile. Sixteen… the boy was only sixteen! At least he wasn't fourteen like when he had returned to power. Why did that boy affect him so?

'Just Today?'

The brat had asked that. What was his intention? What did he want? He wasn't foolish enough to think Draco didn't want anything. He was just at a loss as to what the little Slytherin wanted. He was only sure of one thing- there was attraction between them and Marvolo wanted the boy in his bed as often as possible. However, he was wary. After so long, he couldn't allow one boy to spoil his plans. He needed to know what Draco wanted and make a decision.

Marvolo decided to make a mental checklist. Money? No Draco had enough of his own. Not only had he acquired his great uncle's money recently, he stood to gain all of the Malfoy fortune along with the Black estate if all was well. In fact, Lucius financed much of his campaign; it was another reason he had to keep the annoying man around. Abraxas was really a hundred times better than his foolish son. How he missed his old friend.

Position? Yes, this could be a possibility. Perhaps young Malfoy wanted to prove he was something despite his father? He was likely looking for his approval. If so, why had he chosen to share his bed a second time? He had come willingly. Draco held no disgust or smugness- it made no sense! The first time would have been sufficient to prove his loyalty. By all calculations, the boy should have waited to be dismissed and ran away at the first chance. Instead… he had stayed… and humiliated him. A spark of anger came and died just as quickly. How dare him… what did he want?!

Sex? Yes… Draco was a teenager… and teenagers wanted sex. Then again, the boy was well known and could have just about any wench or man out there. Why him? Why did the boy choose him? Power? What did that have to do with sex? Did he want to control using sex? That was unlikely. It was something his aunt would do but somehow he felt Draco wouldn't do so. Why did he have that feeling? This was going to be his bloody downfall. He needed the boy figured out!

His favor? Most likely. However, there were other ways. If the young man thought he could win his favor through sex… Marvolo growled. He stopped in confusion. Why did that make him growl? It was a perfectly Slytherin move especially if there was attraction on the boy's part. He should have smirked and rejoiced but… Marvolo was displeased. His favor couldn't be earned through such services anyway… then again the youth was smart and brave enough. Exasperated, he called an elf and commanded it to bring Draco to him. He strode purposefully to the sitting room and awaited his victim.

"My Lord." Draco bowed low and waited.

"Draco. Sit." Draco did as asked. Marvolo studied him intensely until he was squirming under the scrutiny. Ten minutes into the uncomfortable silence fear began invading Draco's eyes. Marvolo frowned. He hadn't done anything so why was the child scared? He kept glancing to the door… ah so, he was right? Draco was feigning wanting to be with him. That made sense. How silly to have fallen into the trap.

"Come here." Draco started and stared wide-eyed at him. Marvolo decided he wasn't going to oblige the little shit. He'd force him to do unspeakable things. A smirk spread across his face and he felt his eyes darken in desire. Suddenly, the grey eyes cleared and a small smile bloomed. The dark lord had to take a sharp breath at the sight. Why was the brat so happy suddenly? No he was not going to think anymore.

Draco got up and slowly walked up to Marvolo and fell to his knees. He looked up at the older wizard wondering what he wanted him to do exactly. To his surprise, Draco found his hair being petted softly. Marvolo wasn't quite sure why he felt like touching the silky hair but he did; he was the dark lord and he shall do whatsoever he pleases. It sounded suspiciously like a pout but he didn't care. Draco, to his horror, let out a small purr- it made Marvolo smirk and lightly tug at the hair.

The sight of the brat was making Marvolo a bit aroused but he dutifully ignored it. However, Draco had other plans. He saw the bulge and glanced up at the red eyes for a moment before his eyes fixated on his prize. Slowly, gulping audibly, he snaked his hand to Marvolo's crotch and undid the robe then the trousers. He glanced up only a moment to make sure his actions were not angering his lover before gently removing the engorged member from its confines. It seemed to grow larger in his hands.

Marvolo watched fascinated as Draco stroked him. He had not commanded it of him… why was this man doing this? The thought fled his head as Draco fingered the tip expertly. Another thought entered- how many had this boy taken to bed for him to be so good? It angered Marvolo. He was always a possessive man and Draco was his lover. He grabbed the blond hair none too gently and pushed himself against Draco's lips. He was about to force himself in when the youth opened his mouth and accepted him; his tongue wrecked havoc and Marvolo involuntarily bucked. Before he knew it, the dark lord was releasing everything into a greedy throat.

It wasn't enough. Marvolo wondered why he was so thirsty for this young man and decided questioning it was futile. He wanted him. That was all there was to it. It was the middle of the day and they were in a public place… surely Draco wouldn't? However, Marvolo was not prepared for a 'no', and so urged the teen to straddle him, wandlessly removing just his trousers and sweeping aside the robes. His boxers were also similarly dispatched and Marvolo's finger found its way into the blond. It satisfied the dark lord greatly when Draco arched and moaned loudly at his touch. He was not going to think why this made him react- not now anyway. In fact he wasn't even sure why he wasn't already ramming into the boy.

He continued until Draco was begging to be taken. Marvolo smirked around the taut nipple that was being worried greatly by gleaming white teeth; he so liked Draco begging in that husky voice. The voice also served to break his control and Marvolo slammed into Draco. He was now buried deep inside the teen but refused to move. He smirked at the confusion on the young face and kissed the frowning lips.

"Move."

"Marvolo…" Draco groaned and obeyed with some difficulty. Marvolo knew Draco could not support himself and was a mess but that was the fun of it. He smirked at the panting teen, trying in vain to bounce. He gave in not long after and started ramming into him at a furious pace. Soon Draco was coming but Marvolo continued marveling at how tight Draco was holding on to him. He was genuinely surprised when Draco's long member rose up once again. It was just as well, they could find their release together. Marvolo was relentless until Draco came again… this time Marvolo followed, unable to overcome the feeling of Draco squeezing all around him.

Once he got his breathing under control, he realized Draco had fallen asleep in his arms. His face split in a wry smirk as he realized the youth was tightly wrapped around him. He found he didn't want to let go just yet, so he got up, still buried in his lover and made his way to his room. Thankfully, he remembered to disillusioned them both- that blasted woman Bellatrix and Narcissa were walking towards the sitting room. Marvolo felt weird hiding from his followers but he doubted anyone would appreciate seeing him buried inside Draco and he wasn't ready to leave the comfortable place anytime soon. He shrugged and carefully climbed up to his room. If his member got a little harder as he got near his destination… well, who was to know? He only hoped Draco woke up by the time he got to the bed….

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