Tied together

This is my first upload it is a slash, lemon, yaoi however you may call it. Well at least that is what it will turn into. It is Harry Potter & Lord Voldemort. Please do leave feedback, I will greatly appreciate it.

Vol POV

How beautiful he is… his raven hair, chiseled body, emerald eyes… full of hate. Curse Albus for making me look like the bad guy. I must kidnap the boy; it's the only way for him to see how wrong everyone is.

Harry POV

I'm covered in sweat, my energy is running dangerously low, and that fucking swine Voldemort doesn't even look fazed, "STUPIFY" he yells out, rolling on the ground I doge the spell and send out my own spell. Voldemort of course blocks it, that slimy snake. "Potter come now we don't need to fight" Voldemort says smiling. Don't need to fight, please! He just can't wait till I roll over and die. I'm so weak yet I feel something in my gut. My body starts to glow… What the fuck?

Suddenly my patronus emits from me. Making me feel less tired more relaxed, letting my guard down… Shit. It was too late Voldemort casted a spell having the roots underneath me come up and tie me down. "Accio Potter's wand" My wand files to the mental bastard. "Voldemort! You're finally going to kill me off?" I shout, and for the first that I see sadness in Voldemort's eyes… No i,impossible he doesn't feel emotions…

"No Potter, you're coming with me. Now sleep you must be exhausted. " Voldemort casts an extremely strong sleeping spell, I'm out within seconds…

Am I dead? ... Nope just sore as hell. Groaning I try to move but I find myself chained, my eyes flutter open. I'm in a bed \room, tied to the front of a… king sized be, the wood floors are cold but delightful to sit on. Wait! What the hell am I saying? "Where am I?" I say loud enough for anyone to hear. That is when I hear a shower turn off, out comes an angelic figure. He's tall, carved in abs, a towel tied low enough to see a very outlined V, but just sufficient covering to let your mind wander.

His face… BLOOBLY HELL! It's Voldemort! "What the hell are you doing?" I demand suddenly. He looks at me defensively "Dark Lords need to be clean too, why are you such a grouch Potter?" Voldemort says while going to the dresser and starts rummaging through. "Oh by the way you're blushing" he says absently. Fuck! This is embarrassing! "W, why didn't you dress in the bathroom?" I accuse, hold up... I am an idiot that was the dumbest thing I have ever said.

"Because Potter it's my house and if I wish to walk around naked I can" Voldemort says quite commanding. That's when my blush reaches my roots. He smirks then pulls a green robe over him, and pulls the towel from underneath. Damn… No! What am I thinking? I'm straight, I love Ginny, and he murdered my parents... Then why do I feel so… Strange… As if there's more to him…